Copyright 2002 by Colin Brennan (Delton Wildfire) Cyberstrike2006 COLIN BRENNAN'S SECTION 32 Episode 1.4 BOYS VS. GIRLS Justin, Colin, and Smink got into the boy's bathroom and slammed the door quickly and locked it. "They're like vultures now! Attacking every man in sight!" Smink cried. "Yeah, and where did that feminine voice come from that shouted 'Let the revolution begin!' What the heck is going on, that's what I want to know," Justin said as they leaned against the wall. "I think only CyberStrike, FireStorm, and Mirage can find that out. Come on let's get the armor on!" Colin said proudly. He raised his hand and looked down at his sliver watch. The black screen on it changed from time, to a measure of his heartbeat and a strange green line that pierced the red heartbeat line. "Cyber fuse!!" Colin shouted. The watch reacted and the heartbeat stopped, Colin went into cardiac arrest as the green line began to pulse. Smink and Justin did the same thing. Raising their watches, Smink called out, "Fire fuse!" and Justin called out, "Illusion fuse!" They both went into a state of shock as well. Energy swirled around the trio, neon green energy for Colin, red energy for Smink, and deep forest green energy for Justin. Slowly, fragments of metal came out from nowhere and began to piece themselves all over their bodies, creating a suit of metal around them. They opened their mouths and the energy slammed down their throats and reacted, turning their hair the color of their patron elements and making their eyes glow with their colors. The energy intake became so bright, that the room was filled with colors, and the trio couldn't be seen any more. When the energy finally died down, three warriors of justice and peace were standing there in their cybernetic armors. Colin's hair was thrown upwards into random spikes and turned neon green. His green eyes looked through his green monocle that was attached to his metal headband. He moved his communications microphone next to his mouth for good reception of his voice. He had become paler in his darker titanium suit, and he readjusted the crystal sword in his hand. In one fluid motion, he sheathed the green crystal katana into his metal backsheath, and let out a breath of air. CyberStrike looked to his friends and smiled. "Ready?" he asked. Smink's hair became fiery red and had kept its puffiness, like good old Smink. His eyes glowed with a red color, and contrasted with his blackened skin, like he had been working around a furnace for too long. His red energy-made monocle displayed random numbers and temperature information as well as communications status with the rest of his friends. On his back was a black metal crossbow with a quiver of arrows with red crystal tips, and on his arm there was his military made weapon, his flamethrower. FireStorm laughed as he hit a couple buttons on the side of the flamethrower, and the gun made a couple noises as it lit the pilot flame at the nozzle, just above and beyond his left hand. "I'm all fired up, what a pun," he replied. Justin's short hair had become almost a camouflage green color and it had flattened out and looked very neat and proper. His armor had a green tint to it and it also had a very dark green trim color for the Kevlar suit underneath. On his left leg, he carried a long, green metal sniper rifle with an enhanced scope. He adjusted his black gloves, and he looked into his dark green monocle as well for his boot up information. He looked down to his right arm, and read the status check on the LCD screen there. "I'm ready, the cloaking device is ready to go at any time I need it. You want stealth, I got it," he said. Strike smiled again and opened the door. "OK, we're clear. Let's go and find the culprit behind this mess." "Wait, there's no one out there? What happened to them all?" Mirage said as they walked outside and looked around. "Could they be in one of the rooms you think?" FireStorm asked. "Nah, there's too many of them with that weird sickness. We would know if they were all in the same room because we could hear the sneezing and coughing from a mile away," Strike said. They laughed silently and continued walking down the third floor hallway, looking around. "Guys, I'm feeling a large amount of Cyberspace usage. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but I'm feeling a lot of energy..." Strike trailed off. "I feel it too, it's just a large bundle of energy. It all feels like one source though," Storm said. "Wait, I hear something. Like footsteps coming from the observatory hallway," Mirage said. The three stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and looked straight ahead as they got into a defensive stance. "Come on girls, they're down this hallway!" the familiar female voice said. A fleet of girls, all walking in time like zombies, came from the end of the hallway from the observatory hall. They looked at the three and some of them got back and hissed un-naturally. "It's Section 32! Mistress of Disease, what should we do?" one girl in the front said in a scared tone. "Let me talk with them," came from down the observatory hall. The hallway fell dead silent, the girls stopped making any noise and they all bowed at the same time. "What the hell is this?" Mirage muttered to Storm and Strike. A skittering noise could be heard, and a black figure crawled from the hallway, crawling across the ceiling. The shadowy figure pulled a black flip from the ceiling and landed on the floor, showing itself. It was tall, very tall, and monstrous. Her face was pale, but beautiful in a scary way. Her eyes were the color gray and looked very cold as she stood there and looked at the three boys. Her hair was jet black, and it was pulled out into a short flip, like "That Girl", only sharper, like blade edge sharp. Her smiled was wicked; the fangs just made everything on her face seem like a dream. As you followed her body down from her head, her shoulders seemed normal, but as you traveled down her arms, they slowly became twisted into a black ragged carapace like a mockery of prom dress fabric. Her new black skin twisted into her enlarged hands that could probably crush a normal man's chest. And the black claws on the end of her fingers made her hands that much more deadly. Her main body was a total mockery of a revealing party dress. It was ripped and ragged, but still strong and sturdy like the dress parts of her arms. The straps of the dress draped across her pale shoulders and held the rest of the dress up so it wouldn't be too revealing, but it was revealing enough to make any man drool at the sight of her large chest. The stomach area of the dress was ripped like someone had taken her claws and purposely made her swipe them at herself, revealing her pale thin body from underneath the dress. The dress extended down to her ankles, where by then it was ripped, tattered, and torn like no tomorrow. Her feet looked like normal black hi-heels at first glance, but at second one could tell what they were. Her feet had become twisted like the rest of her body, like black hooves that were petite and shoe like. The heel of the shoes was very high, and very pointed, no doubt to be used on victims that happened to be lying on the ground, or to use when kicking a person. No one wanted to be impaled on those suckers. "My name is Parasite Eve. And who would I be speaking with," she said with a wicked smile. The three stared at her for a second before they looked at each other with various expressions. Then, CyberStrike began to laugh, and then all began to laugh, falling over on one another. Eve's face turned from a smile, to a scornfully straight face. "What's so funny?" she said. "You can't be serious! Hah hah ha! Parasite Eve is a game for the Playstation, and not to mention the fact that you look like the game's main monster, Eve, you unoriginal bitch! By the way, it's Strike, CyberStrike to you." Strike laughed. "Oh, and nice rack! I feel like I can drop a soda down that canyon and not find it for a week! Ha! I'm Mirage, you won't see me coming!" Mirage tacked on to Strike's comment. "I'm FireStorm. That dress will go up in flames when I'm done with ya," FireStorm announced. "Well, if I recall from this human's memories, yes I did take my form from this 'game' that you named. Some idiot male human named Colin was playing it as Jessica watched. But I tell you that I am twice as deadly as she was ever," Eve said. "And why is that, Unoriginal Eve who stole Jessica's body?" Strike mocked. Eve raised up her hand, and it turned into a shotgun. Section 32's faces dropped into seriousness. "Because I have the power of transformation on my side. This crystal is quite useful. Oh, and I hope you keep staring at my chest boy, because it's the last thing you will ever see," Eve mocked. "The crystal of transformation?" the three said at once. "Yes, some elemental crystal which I can see that you are all familiar with. You carry the same thing within you. But I control it now; it's my crystal. The crystal of disease," "So Eve, what's your plot? World domination? Kill us and take our crystals and powers? All villains have some sort of plot that they love to spill before they attempt to kill the hero, what's yours?" Strike asked as he unsheathed his CyberSword. "Well, since you put it so nicely, girls deserve more than what they have. Men have oppressed them for years. Now personally I hate humans," she said as she walked over to her fleet of girls, "I can't stand how they act, or how they look, or how they wish to understand the world perfectly. Can you humans let a thing go? You have studied viruses for so long that you consider yourselves an expert on them. Are you an expert on me, CyberStrike? How about you FireStorm? I didn't think so. I'll show humans what a simplistic virus truly is capable of. And I'll help out the women of this world get their rights and lead men around like queens. And I shall be the queen of the world, the Mistress of Disease that all shall bow before!" "You have some pretty big expectations there Eve. I don't think you'll find that any of them can be accomplished as easily as you think." Strike said. "Oh really CyberStrike? Well if I can't persuade you to see my vision, maybe some of my close associates can. You know them better than I do, and I'm sure you can come to some mutual agreement with them to surrender your powers over to us. Or, you can die by their hands, of course," Eve said. She snapped her fingers and the girls in back of her parted to the sides of the hall. From down the path that was created in between the girls, three figures walked. They wore armors of metal, and they were all very pale. PowerCharge whipped her energy whip into the air and make a large snapping sound as she laughed at Mirage; CyberSlash shot her Command.com pistol into the air and hissed at Strike, baring her fangs; and Shockwave, with her long yellow hair and Spear of Electricity, looked to FireStorm and pointed her spear at him. They looked like their good friends, except they were all very pale. They had dark rings around their eyes, and the three girls looked very gaunt and almost dead. The disease had really taken its controlling toll on them. The three hissed at the boys and bared their new fangs at them menacingly as they got into an offensive position. "They are so cute, and so deadly. Don't you agree?" Eve asked. "My God, what has she done to them? Our friends!" Smink said as he looked at the three. "Slash, snap out of it! Come on girl, you're better than that! I don't want to hurt you like this..." Strike said to her. "Charge, you better not whip me with that..." Mirage said as he raised up his sniper rifle. "CyberSlash, would you be so kind as to eradicate these pesky men and remove their crystals from their lifeless bodies? It would help us in our revolution," Eve said as she crossed her hands behind her back. "It would be my pleasure Mistress Eve," Slash said as she bowed to her. "Section 32, attack!" The three girls rushed forward with blinding speed towards the men, raising their weapons and ready to fight. "Section 32, we have no choice, attack!" Strike commanded. He jumped into the air and brought his katana down in a downward slash against CyberSlash, FireStorm let his flamethrower fire at ShockWave, and mirage vanished into thin air, preparing his attack and striking at the right time against Charge. "I have better things to do than to watch this slaughter. Come my minions, our second priority becomes our first!" Eve said. She, and her fleet of girls, walked down the east steps to the floors below. Slash blocked Strike's swing with a shield of energy and she pointed her Command.com pistol at his head. He moved aside quickly and the green bolt shot through the skylight that extended the entire hall. He cut across, slashing across her chest plate and making a large scratch against the armor. The two fell down from their aerial combat and sized each other up. "Slash, fight it!" Strike commanded to his colleague. Her eyes flashed between gray and neon green for a second, and she almost looked like she was in pain. "Trying... not... fight..." she spit out like she was in pain. Her arm shook as she raised it up and pointed her gun at him. "Say goodnight Strike. Automatic fury!" she said in a cold tone. She fired, and the pistol went into automatic, spraying green bursts of energy forwards to Strike. Strike pulled an impressive display of defense, using his sword to deflect the oncoming energy bullets into the walls and glass above, but how long could he keep this up? ShockWave ran stupidly into FireStorm's wave of flames, catching the blunt of the attack. "Ahhh! Smink don't!!" she pleaded, falling to the ground and smoking. "What am I doing?" FireStorm asked himself. "Bridget, are you all right?" he said as he walked over to her. "Never felt better. Piercing Lightning!" she cried. The tip of her spear alit with sparks of electricity, and she drove it into the dumbfounded FireStorm. He screamed being electrocuted, and he was thrown back into the wall by the attack. "Bridget... why..." he said as he held the area of his chest where the attack had hit. His monocle warned him of the damage, and he continued with his fight by dodging bolts of electricity that ShockWave was sending his way. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. PowerCharge has a present for you, Master of Illusion," the pale PowerCharge sneered. Mirage appeared down the hall a bit, closer to the solarium that was next to the study hall and the west steps. "Pick an Mirage, any Mirage," he said as he waved his hands in the air. Green energy burst out from him, and five more Mirages appeared out of thin air, all in the same stance, and all ready to fight. "Why pick one when you can pick all six! That's my motto!" she said as she flung her hands forward. From the metal chutes below the cuffs of her armor, six powerful discs of energy flew forth; ready to slash the real Mirage and all of his illusions to pieces. The discs slammed into the row of Mirages, and went through all of them, shooting out through the glass of the solarium and destroying a couple plants that the biology class was growing for an experiment. "None of the above Charge!" Mirage said as he appeared out of the air above her. He flying drop-kicked her, sending her to the ground. She flipped around on the floor in pain and hissed at him. As he felt sure of himself, she pulled her whip from her side and flung it forth. It wrapped around his leg, burning a ring around his armor, and she pulled it, sending him crashing to the floor. Charge got up and jumped into the air and brought out her pink crystal rapier, ready to impale the fallen Mirage. And as the battle ensued, a shadowy figure looked on, hiding in the study hall room. "Do those men even stand a chance? Can Section 32 fight against itself and win?" she asked herself in a scared state. "What can I do?" she continued. Nikki looked at them, and she grabbed the chair behind the teacher's desk in a rush of adrenaline. "Someone's gotta help them, and I guess I'm the only girl left who isn't infected," she said to herself. Will Mirage become shish kabob on PowerCharge's rapier? Will FireStorm find a different kind of electric attraction to ShockWave? Will Strike keep his guard up against the onslaught of Slash's "Automatic Fury" attack and avoid becoming a slice of Swiss cheese? Can Nikki help our heroes settle the score against the infected half of Section 32? Find out in the amazing conclusion to Section 32: Special Forces Unit, Episode 1. Coming soon.