A little something i wrote for Gabag. If anyone else wants something written or drawn, just ask. It's free after all.
The Ascension
The sun floated through the window, shining off the angles and curves of the gunmetal power armour encasing Gabag like a turtle’s shell. He stared through a wide visor, lit up blue like a torch, and leaned against his locker in the lino tiled hallway of Osbourne High school; a beacon school for the local area. Fellow students moved on past, as though caught in a wave, pulled towards the classrooms. Gabag moved beside them, people swerving around him, staring at the armour compared to their own jeans and t-shirts. They arrived at their class and all found their seats; Gabag entering with them and sitting in the centre of the room; his chair bent beneath him. Those around began to budge their desks further to the edges. There was a wait, and everyone whispered and pointed at the bizarre form in the centre. Eventually the teacher walked in, a sharp, angular, prim and proper woman in pastel colours and librarian glasses, looking to Gabag and smirking. She stood at her desk; hands clasped in front of her and spoke clear and concise.
“Good morning class, I expect your holidays were productive. Perhaps we could share what we’ve done over the past few weeks,” she cocked her head, staring straight through Gabag’s visor. “Why don’t you start, dear,” she said. The student cleared his throat, making sure the microphone in his armour was on, transmitting it to the class and the teacher. He stood to his feet, the chair creaking in relief and with a pause, soaking in the stares, he began his tale.
“Oh I did plenty, miss. I travelled the world, fought a netherwurm, killed Julio Fernandez of the Memphis Mayors basketball team, trained in the Himalayas and went to Disneyland to meet Mickey Mouse.” The class were silent; those who wanted to laugh couldn’t produce, silenced by fear. “What did you do, Miss?” he added. The teacher stood, smiling ever broader with each word.
“I prepared,” she said, pressing a button at her desk. Under Gabag, the floor gave way, but quick reflexes grabbed the edge and assisted by his powered suit, pulled himself up, pushing off the ground to leap into the air. In mid-flight, his thigh opened up, revealing a small assault rifle. He pulled it out and let loose a hail of bullets. By this point, the class was screaming and racing to the exit, bottlenecking at the door before bursting out into the corridors like ants from a hive. The shots tore through the walls and the teacher’s desk, but the woman was fast, dodging to the left and running down the side of the class as wooden desks, plastic chairs and the glass from windows shattered all around. Gabag landed, planting the rifle on his back as the teacher whipped out an RPG. She took aim and fired a shot, watching the rocket spiral towards her target. He ducked onto all fours, as his armour morphed, accommodating a tail and two pointed ears from the top of his head. He ran beneath the rocket trail, before leaping at his teacher. The pounce hit her and smashed through the wall behind, bursting into another class, sending them running and screaming for their lives. Plaster filling the air like a blizzard. Gabag pinned his teacher to the ground.
“Oh and did I mention? I became a cat!” he said. The teacher winced in pain, before grinning wide, a spread of vicious teeth. Her eyes began to glow, brighter and brighter, blinding like the sun burning in her head. Gabag pushed off her, but too late as the room exploded in a ball of flesh and fire. The cat was sent hurtling up, crashing through the floors as a section of it collapsed over him. Eventually he found himself in the history corridor, knee deep in rubble, his armour crippled and blood running from his back to his tail. Climbing out of the concrete, he looked around. The principle was there, standing solitary, covered in navy blue, staring at nothing. His arm lifted a gun in his hand. He fired, Gabag ducked, then leapt through a door, peering through the window at his assailant. The principle put the gun into his mouth, moving his tongue against the handle. Wires shot out from it, stabbing into his flesh, combining with his mouth. His body twisted, curling backwards, his hands gripping the floor, allowing him to crawl to the wall, climbing up it and onto the ceiling at lightning speed.
Gabag moved back into the room, and examined his guns. His assault rifle was smashed, his pistols crushed. All that was left was his energy blaster that fired a spread of high velocity energy globes that exploded on contact. Gun ready, he leant round the wall into the corridor, but found nothing. The principal was gone. Gabag looked around listened, catching the sound of something crawling in the ceiling. He aimed up, took his shot, and down fell a leg, along with a squeezed screech that clawed at the ears. Gabag looked down at the leg, it had turned a deep black, with something crusting over the top, like a beetle’s shell. Above him, the ceiling gave way, and down fell the writhing form of what was once a man. Arms had turned to legs, his face was layered, screaming over an insect’s head. He kicked and bit in his navy blue suit. Gabag pointed his gun to the creature and fired.
The screams stopped, but were replaced by deep immense booms. He felt the building shudder beneath his feet, before everything fell. Gabag lifted into the air, his organs pushing upwards as the entire building began to fall into the earth. Glass shattered, and screams of thousands of students clawed at the growls and groans of tons of concrete collapsing. The world went dark, as Osbourne High School fell into an immense hole dug into the ground. Gabag was buried. The screams became wails of pain. He pushed the rubble up off his body, and sat up, finding a himself on an enormous grave. Through the chaos, he heard the sound of a slow clap, and turned to face a small Japanese man in a tracksuit. He was called Takeshi Kitano.
“Master,” Gabag said, as he climbed to his feet. “What’s going on?” His master gave a smile.
“Your final test, chika,” Kitano replied, his eyes were soft as he looked to his student. “Your feline ascension.” Before Gabag could move, Kitano was at his side, a gun to his head and the trigger was pulled. Gabag didn’t make a sound as he fell against the rock. His master stepped back slowly.
A light appeared, a readout on Gabag’s helmet, and began to blur, spreading like blood in water, flowing out onto the metal, covering more and more, soaking into his entire body, covering him blue. It soaked past the armour, connecting with his flesh, fusing the armour to himself. Fur began reaching out from between the armoured plates and from his gauntlets sprouted claws. His tail stretched out further, along with his feet, growing pads under his toes. He felt no pain, even from the previous wounds, as he climbed to his feet and felt strength in him. He turned to Takeshi Kitano.
“Master, this is incredible.” He reached out a paw and from his gauntlet, a pistol flicked out, shooting his master dead. “But is not worth the lives of innocents.” Gabag looked up. People lined the top edge of the hole that the building had fallen into, and were calling down to him, offering help. Gabag looked up and laughed.
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