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Every time I read a new chapter, there's some new mystery hinted at. I never know what's gonna happen next in this story! Still a fun ride.
I will say though--I'm starting to have a bit of a hard time following and keeping track of everything. I think it might help if one of the next installments tied some of the previous threads together a bit--for me anyway. I do have the memory and attention span of a goldfish though, so that might just be me.
The smoke and dust clears, as he is holding the foot, keeping it from crushing him. He could not fully utilize the activation of the new power properly, so the best he could do is refine his muscular body to be strong enough to keep the massive foot from crushing him.
He tosses the foot off of him as he is standing there, breathing heavy as his body shape is now that of someone who was trying to be like a certain large green hero, but taking it too far. It hurt him all over to move, his range of motion limited, but not too restricted. It was not like he was flipping and kicking about, so this was fine. However his chest hurt deeply, on the verge of causing him to pass out.
Holding the form was straining his body as he had to beat the monster down for it to revert back to human, and he had precious little time to do so.
Leaping into action he landed on the monster's chest, and started raining blows down on it, while it was stunned from the tossing.
He could not stop, until the monster started to shrink, while crying about betrayal. The naked women he had captive were released, covered in goo and happy to be alive.
--TV News Helicopter report---
This just in, an unknown boy just defeated the rampaging sex monster. We are watching him Live. He just shrank a little, and collapsed.
The police and paramedics move in to check the boy's condition. He is unresponsive, and we are getting word that the research hospital is in route to gather the boy.
Word is that he is American, but unregistered with the AAS Alliance, a global index of those with AAS who may be helpful in keeping the laws and order of the world.
Reports are flooding in, as the boy was involved in several incidents, including being suspected of the violent attack on a human trafficking ring, posing as an art gallery last month.
INTERPOL wishes to speak to the boy regarding where he stands. The leaders of the Humanist Cult, and the Eastern European Family have publicly declared their intent to kill the boy before years end.
We are watching him being loaded into an ambulance, as the man who was the giant monster is being restrained and carried off to Tsukitoma Island Penitentiary to await trial. More at 11.
--Wives Journal--
We needed to be by his side, but he sent us away. Were we a burden to him? Or did he love us enough to protect us from afar. Watching him almost get stepped on broke us. We need to be stronger to protect him, as he protects us.
He needs to see us as not weak, needing rescue, but strong enough to stand by his side, to keep his back safe.
We must get stronger.
----End of report---
What is going on with these crazy ladies? Giant monsters now? and will the world accept him, or condemn him. Find out next time, when the U.N. Arc begins.
Taken from the U.N. meeting report on AAS, witnesses and the patient's journal.
The limo pulls up to the group of guards. Soldiers on duty to guard the building were prepared with Anti-AAS weaponry and neutralizing devices. A young man, escorted by five women, with one in a wheelchair are guided into the building. Inside people working stop to watch the small parade being escorted to the main assembly hall, which is in a flurry of activity, as delegates are openly arguing over something that is unclear.
The group is ushered into a small room, where they will wait until called for. The meeting was called to order as the agenda was being set.
"Today, we have the boy responsible for stopping the giant monster in Tokyo. Those events among others worldwide has become such a problem, that we must work together to either stop the problem or find a solution for it. The boy's health is in question, So we will hear from him, any insight he may have for the situation. Let us hear from him first, before we come to a conclusion. Jacob, please come to the podium."
The suit he was in was sending out red alerts. The suit was designed to dampen AAS powers, but the sensors were reacting poorly, as if Jacob has no powers to speak of. But the boy, well dressed walked to the stage, with four armed guards escorting him. He taps the mic, checking to see if it was on and then the barrage of questions came from the entire gathered assembly. Most were pointed questions to gauge his morality, among the ones geared towards debunking that he alone went through the events previously shown.
The onslaught of questions scared him a little, but that voice in his head kept warning him something bad was happening. Then the building shook....
-Outside-
Security forces were engaging a brutally efficient strike force, who came in through delivery trucks. No flags or origin country insignia to be seen on their uniforms to identify the attackers. Bombs strategically placed helped the attackers gain entry.
-In the auditorium-
Not everyone was in a state of panic, as a single man was talking into a phone. He was from a truly belligerent small country, out to take over its neighbors and try to rule the entire world. He drew a small pistol, and fired at the boy on stage. The bullet was stopped by the boy's forehead, making the boy step back and rub the spot where if he was not him, would be dead before he hit the floor. The man ran to the stage in the confusion, brandishing a knife.
He slashed at the boy's neck, which all it earned the man was a dulled blade. He tried to stab the boy, but the boy's titanium grip on the man's arm was crushing the arm bones in the man's arm.
Jacob tossed the man aside, and removed the jacket.
The room shook with what the boy said next........
Was there ever a moment in your life where it was a "go all the way or lose everything" moment? I experienced it on that stage, with camera's on me.
Not an extremely good feeling.
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The boy's shirt exploded, leaving his absolutely chiseled body exposed. "Power Overwhelming 225%" Had jacked the boy to a level of someone who has trained their body since they could walk. Armed men stormed the room, and began to fire at the boy, the bullets hitting him all over, but harmlessly falling to the ground. The boy hurled the podium at the guards who scattered, catching an unlucky assailant in the head, where he would fall dead, neck broken from the impact.
A woman stepped onto the stage, shimmering lights danced around her. However, what the balls of light touched, would be reduced to a pile of ash instantly.
"Care to see who wins, little boy?"
The woman dared the boy to fight her. But something was off. The boy threw a wide punch, with an arm wreathed in black energy. She took the bait, and grabbed the arm to throw the boy, and was frozen in place, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Activation Analyzed. Unable to fully utilize power, will adapt to current form. Countermeasures created."
The familiar voice spoke to the boy, who looked like he was listening to something far off. The woman, once ready to destroy the boy slumped to the floor. She tried, albeit weakly, to kill the boy with her light orbs, which now, did nothing more than glance harmlessly off his skin. As the boy left her trembling on the stage, a large man burst through the side doors, and rushed the boy.
However, like the woman, the man made contact with the boy, and his AAS was analyzed and the boy did not move an inch. The man threw a dozen blows at the boy's body, none of them even remotely looked like they did anything more than annoy the boy. The boy drew back his fist, and punched the man squarely in his stomach, causing the man to vomit up blood and sink to his knees clutching his stomach.
More terrorists flood in, and soon were dispatched by the boy using the bodies of other fallen terrorists as thrown weapons. The boy ducked off stage to run to the room where his wives and the other girls were. The room's door was firmly shut, probably to keep the people inside safe. Gunfire riddled the boys back, still not penetrating, as the boy killed the two men by decapitation.
The light girl's powers were now fully integrated, but instead of being able to shoot them out, they wreathed his fists. He was now trashing terrorists left and right, using the destructive force of his punches, mixed with the disintegration power, he soon thinned out the large terrorist strike force. Order was resumed, as the few remaining terrorists were captured, and taken away.
The security force had taken control of the scene, and the boy quietly powered down, and joined his wives. The presentation would be rescheduled for a month from now, to give time to repair the building and to beef up security. However, the boy was detained and sequestered in a facility designed to house AAS patients. He was isolated and studied as the time for the new presentation drew near.
His entourage was allowed to visit him, and of course the ladies made quick work of getting their dose of his man made protein shake. But the isolation was annoying, but it gave the boy time to truly study his AAS. And what he learned from the reports would shake him to the core....
The subject seems to be spending his time lost in thought. He just sits in the middle of the floor in what seems to be a crude meditation pose. Every so often a black energy would shroud his body and as soon as it appears, the anti AAS defenses would trigger. The cage, the best name for it is surrounded by mech suited personnel, guards with ultra heavy weapons, and is forty levels underground with only one way in and out. At first the subject was friendly, making friends with the researchers and guards alike. Even the women in the mech suits were happily chatting with him, but at first they were on edge, but once the staff realized this is just a boy with no harmful intentions, sympathy for his situation grew.
His group, can communicate with him, but physical contact is restricted as the true nature of his powers has yet to be determined.
After the first week, subject exhibits signs of being pent up. We suspect that he has a sexual relationship with at least one of the ten girls who now reside under protection above.
Sex is not needed to survive, and once we determine he is not a danger to the world, he can resume his care free frolicking.
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Subject's Journal:
Fuck this shit.
I cant even take a shit or piss without people watching me. Everything in my mind says it would not even be an issue to burst out of here and feel the fresh air on my face. But I am not so foolish to risk the ladies lives for escape.
I spend time trying to sort out what the fuck my "powers" were. What I learned so far:
The muscle thing was stolen or forced on me.
I can analyze other's powers and adapt them for use.
I can sort of fly. (learned that by focusing everything to hover centimeters above my bed in a fit of boredom. I fell when I lost concentration due to a random boner.
My skin is soft, but its also hard. My cock can withstand a super powered jerk off. Never felt as good before, using two powers to get off.
Lastly, if I focus hard enough, I can talk to the girls through a form of emotional telepathy. Sexting has now gone Omega level. But then it turns to mind control, and thats not good. They would not talk back to me for days after I made Aria and 4 go full on girl on girl as I stroked off to sleep.
I wont use it that far again. Their feelings, and the feelings of sliminess of the order seeped into my psyche, it was almost a betrayal of a high order, though they do love me enough to do so without being forced beyond all control to.
I tried to play with the room controls, and was shocked to sleep. The collar and restraints on my ankles and wrists put me down rather quickly. But at least now I get decent tv channels.
But now something is going on outside in the world that has me concerned. I flipped on the tv and watched in horror.
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A news helicopter above the main island of Hawaii:
A small object is burning through the sky, impact expected to be the tiny uninhabited island of Iwannalic, its being followed by three larger craft pursuing the smaller object, shooting down all air defenses. In minutes the small object will crash.
The Navy.....
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The head researcher switched the tv off and entered the cell.
"First Contact." The military man behind him barked.
"They are belligerent, and nothing we try is stopping it. This is a field test to see where your loyalties lie." he finished talking to the brat who tried to hide the fact he was jerking off in the dimly lit room.
"What if I do not want to go?"
"Then we will put you down as a threat and send condolences to your family." he snapped with a grin that said it was not a joke but a deeply held want.
"What's in it for me?"
"We let you once a week get off with one of the girls in your group, and do a good job, and maybe, you runt, your dinners will be nicer." The military man said with a little kindness, the kind where hes not trying to be a dick, but has to teach the boy harsh lessons.
The man also tossed the boy a bag.
"Put this on. From this moment on, you are now an honorary Private in the US Army. That is until you complete basic training, then we own your ass."
"Fine. But I want the girls to at least go shopping."
"Sure. Sure, get dressed pretty boy, the mass driver is waiting."
He was led out of the cell by energy tethers flanked on all sides by mech suited women. One even was the one he rescued who put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a robotic thumbs up. The cannon's room was massive, screens and computers ringed the room, stopping at the large slit in the wall. The cannon emitted a whine as they loaded him, holding onto the handholds on the sled.
The restraints were removed as something was placed at the base of his neck. It itched as it clamped down into his skin and then the pain. The pain was intense, but gone as fast as it happened.
"Give us a call sign." A voice in his head demanded.
"Wha?"
"What do we call you instead of your real name?"
He thought for a second, but nothing really epic stood out. But then he smiled wickedly.
"Bad Day"
"Repeat."
"Bad Day, cause when I hit the scene it is not going to end well for my enemies."
He heard the open laughter from everyone on the channel, which was practically everyone in the chambers, and even his group, who was allowed to watch from above. The looks on their faces said that they were trying not to laugh at their husbands corniness, but this was over the top.
"Got it. Call sign designated Bad Day."
The alarms rang out as his sled was loaded into the giant gun. The countdown started and then the big WHOOSH!
This was the day his Name was etched into history.
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In the skies above Eastern Europe.
The woman dressed as a mix of biker and stripper looked at him and tapped her ear.
He did.
"Bad Day, how are you holding up?"
"I'm...Okay."
"Welcome to the group. We have Black Sky flying below you. Do not get close to her if you plan on living a long life."
"Yo."
"We have Shirone behind you, just be careful."
"Nyaa!"
"There is Calm Calamity and Serene, and of course you know Honey Trap, flying above you."
"Hi darling."
It was Aria. She was wearing an improvised mech suit, letting her hair whip in the mach two wind.
The group was made up of the super team, and then a large group of mech piloted girls, and then several attack craft. They were not heading to the crash site as it has not crashed yet, but to intercept them before they made landfall. The trajectory had them intercepting above the Atlantic.
"My name is Mad Maery. Tell me, is what Honey Trap said true about your dick?"
"......."
"Ooooh a secret."
The other ladies cooed into the comms.
"Cut the chatter ladies, ten to intercept. Get ready."
The line went silent as he sighed.
After nine minutes, the small ship could be seen breaking through the clouds. The world's militaries trying to dog fight with ship much bigger than them and failing to do much damage.
"One minute to contact."
"DEPLOY INERTIA DAMPENERS!"
He did not understand or did not care. His target he was heading at was the larger of the ships. He was going to either splat on it or crash through.
"POWER OVERWHELMING 900%"
The air around him shimmered as the black energy soaked into his body.
"Overwhelming growth, fist of fuck you and those around you!"
He blended the three powers he had into something akin to comic book folk lore. His fist went from normal, to grey and then grew a bit larger.
"Atomic Strike!"
He struck the side of the ship and time almost stopped.
For the span of an atto second the world held its breath.
Was he okay?
What was happening?
Then the massive hope in the ship appeared and he sailed through.
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The others were dealing with the drones the three ships launched to deal with the pests bothering them. The command ship was now under attack and the machines inside were clamoring to repair the damage.
Shirone had the smaller ship in massive robot hands and was taking it to land safely below, while the others now had successfully stopped the pursuit, as the three ships stopped their advances.
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On board the command ship, his hand hurt. Like fucking hurt. He could still use it, but it hurt like hell. Now dozens of weird ass robot things were engaging him to fight.
The fight spanned the entire ship, ending with him realizing that he had to destroy the machine building the half idiotic machines. Once he reached the bridge, which was a nice description for what was technically organized chaos.
The room looked like something was building and taking over the space, and he reached a panel and touched it, and then he blacked out.
Images flooded his mind as he learned the truth.
The mechanical hoard was pursuing the last princess of her people.
They wanted her to help make the transfer from living bodies to machines easier to accept.
But, most important of all, they needed the Key.
The Key, which was older than most galaxies was a weapon. A weapon designed when the metal plague was prophesied to either consume the universe or be stopped.
When he woke up the ship was running on emergency power, and was going to crash into a cruise ship full of people who drifted into the restricted zone.
He grabbed the controls, finding that the machines did not try to alter them and then he corrected course.
It was not easy.
In fact it took all of his strength to keep the ship flying.
"Bad Day, report. Are you okay?"
"Report. Two of the hostiles are down, and now sink into the ocean. Report."
"God damn it say something Bad!"
The chatter was annoying. He pulled out his phone, returned to him in case something went wrong.
The Giggle map showed that he was within the range of one of his family's holdings, a site cleared for a robotics factory.
He aimed the ship and enjoyed the wild ride.
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The large ship avoided the cruise ship as everyone involved watched it change course heading for the eastern seaboard of America.
Everyone followed.
No word from the boy until...
"Flying a spaceship is fucking hard!"
"Report."
"Taking it."
"Repeat that?"
"I am stealing this ship and placing it in my holdings, as by my rights and nautical law."
"The fuck?"
"I claim salvage rights."
"Whatever. Bad Day are you okay?"
"A little busted up, but doing okay."
He looked at his straining arms, the cuts that bled, but were nothing more than glorified paper cuts.
"How is everyone else?"
"Tired, bruised and needing cock."
"Cant help with that now. Busy trying not to die."
"Got it."
He cut the line as the gauge in alien language, now in words he can understand said the fuel was empty, and they were coasting on impulse power. The ship started to slowly fall, and the large stretch of open land was just ahead.
He limped it along until the sounds of metal scraping tree tops told him to ease up.
The ship hit the ground, and slid to a full stop.
Trucks full of soldiers and scientists soon were en route to the two downed crafts as Shirone could not leave the smaller ship anywhere.
A hatch on the side of the ship opened and he leapt the eighty feet below, stopping short of impact by black energy under his feet.
He was naked of course, his uniform gone in the fight.
"Hi, Honey I'm home!"
He spoke to Honey, as she used her machine enhanced legs to run up to him and knock him down.
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