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|03-26-2013, 01:04 PM||#1|
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GITS/Batman crossover story
World's Finest in Ghost City
CHP 1: Evil Beings
A woman opened her eyes having blurred vision, lying out on her back feeling completely drained. She had no idea of where or what took place. She stayed down for a few moments longer, attempting to move becoming aware she was bounded by her legs and wrists to a bed. A piece of cloth was tightly tied around her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but didn't have the strength to do so. She presumed she might even be drugged due to how she felt. She then tried sitting up, and in the process her vision began to improve. In moments she realized how bad the circumstance was! Tears formed in her eyes spotting her husband tied up in a chair a few ft away! He looked over to her with tears in his eyes, unable to move.
"Good to see sleeping beauty has finally woken. Now we can proceed."
She looked to her left spotting a man dressed in all black with a trench coat, wearing a ski mask over his face. He carried with him something that resembled a baseball bat. He lifted it upward swinging it twice at the head of her husband! His neck snapped on the second swing. The individual glanced down at his own arms, and was impressed with the strength of his newly acquired prosthetic body! Turning to Liz Totsukoe, he licked his lips. Blood spilled from the head, mouth and nose of her husband.
"Sorry about that sweetie! I don't think he would've wanted to see what I'm about to do next. I'll remove the cloth from that pretty mouth of yours, but you have to promise not to scream. Sound fair?"
More tears ran down her cheeks as she became overwhelmed by what was happening. Liz nodded her head, and in the next second he removed the cloth.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked in a whimper.
She never imagined something like this could ever happen to her. He didn't answer and instead reached into the side of his jacket pulling out a pocket knife. He removed his jacket from himself and set it onto the ground. He put a gloved finger to her lips, "Ssshhhh." With the knife in his other hand he started cutting through her shirt down the middle revealing her bra. Once he reached her stomach he confirmed she was 100% human/non prosthetic.
"I love live victims; it's hard to get the same rush with someone in a prosthetic body. But I'm not complaining, I go both ways…it really depends on the mood." He said reaching down and rubbing a hand over the side of her face.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked in terror.
He removed his hand from the side of her face, ripping open her shirt! She cried and began struggling to free herself! She had an idea what might be on his mind! Over a couple miles away outside a mall was an armed individual. The person fired off at civilians transforming his right arm into a machine gun!
"Hahahaha…yes! The Doc said I'd love this new body and its major updates but this is fantastic! Now to test the strength of this thing," He thought aloud wanting to know his limits.
Various civilians laid in a bloody pool, having been shot down by the unknown who stood at 6'9" wearing black shades, along with a green cap turned backwards, light brown hair and dark green tank top and blue jeans. His muscular frame was most noticeable. He transferred his arm back to normal, walking in the direction of an SUV. He figured that it would give him an idea of how much strength the prosthetic body truly possessed.
"Oh my goodness, has anyone contacted the police?!" Someone yelled.
There were at least eight dead and another twenty injured. The Muscular brute walked in front of the vehicle, bending down and placing his arms beneath it. Positioning them in exactly the right place for balance, he lifted the vehicle over his head, feeling its weight travel throughout his veins. He smirked broadly and used all his strength to throw the vehicle into a nearby pickup truck!
"This body is amazing! The Doc was right when he told me I'd have super soldier like strength!" He had no idea it'd be of such proportions, and was thrilled it was.
He placed his right arm in front of him transforming it into a missile launcher. With precise aim he shot one missile into a nearby parking lot. Everything went up in flames in a single explosion. Police vehicles quickly started surrounding the area. He clinched his fists, taking a brief look at the moon, knowing he was about to face his biggest challenge.
"Put your hands in the air Atsushi Grivez, we know it's you!" One of the police officers demanded pointing his weapon at the fugitive.
Atsushi scratched at the side of his head, wondering how they knew his name. When transferring from his previous body, he had changed his appearance quite a bit. To him none of that mattered, because from what he could tell they lacked the weapons necessary to successfully bring him down.
"Look Atsushi we aren't going to ask again. Now put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees!" The commander of the unit called out over a megaphone.
Atsushi thought it over and came up with an idea, deciding to play along with their orders. He took a knee, placing both hands behind his head, giving himself up. In seeing this, the commander signaled for several of his men to move in and make the arrest. As they got in close a smirk formed on the face of Atsushi. He jumped up from his position knocking them all over and snapping one of their necks in the process.
"Son of a ! Take the target down, and try your best to not hit any of our own!" The commander ordered.
The group commenced by firing off at the target that showed great quickness and flexibility. He effortlessly dodged their bullets. A few were successful in getting a shot off on him, but the bullets did nothing. Atsushi glanced down marveling his immense potency. Coming up with another idea, he surprised himself again. He easily ripped a door off the car he hid behind. He threw the door out toward the police officers like it was a boomerang knocking over a couple of them.
"Damn this guy is really good, but he's beatable." One of the rookies' said moving in alone with a bit of cockiness.
The commander demanded he stand his ground! Atsushi converted his arm back into a machine gun. He then shot the rookie down before any action was taken. Atsushi ran at another officer who shot at him. Even in close range the bullets only pierced the skin and nothing more. He Grabbed hold of the policeman by his neck, smashing the officer's head into the side of a windshield which KO'd him on impact.
"Really…is this the best you've all got? If so, than I think I'll be leaving; but you need not worry, you will all be seeing a lot more of me in the near future!"
He looked to his right, jogging in that direction and lifting one of the police vehicles tossing it in the vicinity of the commander. The backside of his abdomen opened ripping through his tank top with a booster pack forming.
"See yah later losers!" Atsushi said blasting off at speeds similar to a rivaled a jet.
It wasn't known to the police that a specific structure fabricated inside of him wouldn't allow them to track him using any form of radar. The commander stood from his slouched position. He shook his head in dismay. He cringed at the view of so many of his men hurt and others even worse. The clutters of sirens closed in on them from all directions. He knew this would be one defeat that would hurt for awhile.
"It's alright sergeant Masaaki, we can't win them all." One of his men emphasized, patting him over the back.
The question he'd of liked answered was who the creator of the prosthetic body was? None of them had seen anything like it in their line of work. Whatever the case, he felt it had to have cost a couple million just to construct. In the thick of time the ambulances arrived, collecting all who needed medical attention.
Over an hour passed. The time sat at a little past one A.M in the morning. Someone slept deeply not being awakened by the loud vehicles passing by down in the city. The phone off to the side of the bed rang. A woman awoke almost immediately sitting up and catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror positioned over a dresser. Completely nude, she reached over answering the phone.
"Hello Major, I'm just calling to inform you to come in along with the others an hour early tomorrow or actually today…however you want to think of it."
"Is there a problem Chief?"
"I will update the whole group on the situation when you all come in."
Having nothing else to say, he apologized for disturbing her at such a late hour. Both hung up afterward. Yawning aloud, Motoko Kusanagi lied back resting her head over a pillow wondering why the chief didn't just contact her through their cyber brain link. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think much about it. That was something she could ask tomorrow. Sleeping fully through the remainder of the night, she awoke to the sun ascending over the mountains out in the distance. Checking and seeing that it was a little after six in the morning she got out of bed and entered the bathroom taking a shower. Elsewhere at the police station, the senior officer Ryan Sho had been handed an envelope.
"May I kindly ask what's inside?"
"I'm not really sure sir; the guys downstairs didn't give me very many details. All they told me was that this particular case now belongs to your unit."
Ryan asked the deliver guy if there was anything else he had for him, "I have nothing else for you, but if anything else comes up I'll let you know." Once the officer exited out of his office, Ryan opened the envelope trembling at the face which stared back at him. He recognized the person as Aoi Sanhall! In the past two month's he killed over twenty three people. All of which had been couples. According to what he heard this man gained the trust of innocents, and then killed them at an opportune time. What he found to be the most disturbing about this person was that recently he had begun raping the women and killing them after. What scared him the most was the convicts past championships! He had been one of Japan's top material artists, and also a top secret agent spy for a couple years back.
"Hey commander, the guys need you in the conference room. We will be starting the meeting in ten minutes."
Giving him the thumbs up, Ryan closed the envelope with all Aoi Sanhall's information. He placed it inside his desk and stood with a sigh. He shook his head realizing that he and his unit would be going after the type of monster he had dreaded since getting the job. Out on the highway Togusa was the first of his team to arrive. He parked his vehicle entering into Section 9's headquarters. He leaned forward for an eye scan.
"Hhhmm, I could really use an energy bar or something."
Traveling up a few flights of stairs, Togusa stopped in front of a vending machine getting himself something to snack on along with a drink. Continuing down the hall he walked into the boardroom. He was a bit surprised to see someone beat him to the punch.
"Chief Aramaki! I mean…I didn't expect to see you here this quickly."
"You can take a seat wherever, I'd rather not get into anything until everyone else is present."
"That's fine with me." He took a sip of the orange juice peeling the wrapper off the candy bar. Waiting for over another ten minutes Batou was the next to arrive and the major shortly after. The entire group was in attendance before the next hour came around.
"Now that everyone is here I'd like to jump right into things. I don't know if you all are aware of what happened last night with a single individual taking on and getting the better of the police force. Rumor has it they fired several rounds at him, but their attempts did little to no damage."
"So what you're telling us is the police were dealing with some tough guy, equipped with a high end prosthetic body? Doesn't sound like anything we can't handle." Batou emphasized.
"Yes you could say that, but whenever any of you are able to get a glimpse of the news again you will find it to be one of the top stories. Not only does his body have exceptional durability, but he showed strength out of the ordinary. He was able to lift police vehicles in their entirety with ease."
Leaning back in his chair, Togusa's mouth opened. That was something he believed to only be doable in movies! Togusa thought further into what the chief told them and got a few ideas. He strongly believed there was a new more advanced prosthetic body on the market. It baffled him that their unit or the police wouldn't have caught onto it sooner; if that turned out to the case. Saito crossed his arms rubbing a finger over his chin really putting some thought of his own into it.
"Before any of you ask…yes the police do have a name, he goes by Atsushi Grivez . He was born here in Japan, but has done a lot of traveling spending some time in Canada and even Berlin. Atsushi has since returned home over a month ago. It is unknown where he currently stays."
"Why are you telling us this, sounds to me like it's the police's problem?" Motoko declared.
Pacing back and forth, the chief informed them the Police wanted the assistance of Section 9 to try and bring him down and into custody. Ishikawa had a good feeling the individual could be testing the waters with a prototype. It could have simply been a test run as far as he was concerned. Ishikawa also believed a lot of people and money were involved.
"Now that we've got the small briefing out of the way, I'll let you all get to work; try and get as much research on this man as we can. The easiest way to have success with this is to understand who we're dealing with." The chief notified.
Fully understanding what was asked of them; the entire group headed for the lab. Paz was the first to exit. Motoko didn't follow any of them. She instead sat in place with an expression of emptiness.
"Is everything ok major." Batou asked, just before he left the room.
She moved over looking into his eyes, "I'll be right behind you." Taking her word for it, he smiled skipping off and following the others. Motoko wouldn't say a word of it, but she had her mind on Hideo Kuze and the events surrounding his death. That was close to over a year ago, but the thoughts crept up on her now and then.
To Be Continue
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