ParadoxOCT, Explosion Prologue

Prologue: Just what he always wanted.

It was dark: a dark dream of a tenebrous memory of a pitch-black past.

He could see nothing but the face of a man that was still alive, a man in military uniform that was a living testament to how powerful and ever present… injustice always is... everywhere.

He himself was crying, loud. He was screaming in excruciating pain.

Deafening howls that are ignored by the testament of evil, as he talked to another man, this one was probably dead.

"He is improving."

"Relative to what, sir?"

"He only blew up his nails, this time. About time he didn't blow up a piece of his finger. I don't think this chamber could handle a few more o' those, do you?"

"Certainly not. But isn't there a better way to teach him control, sir? This seems… inhumane?"

"No. He learns to control his power, while learning to bear with pain. Two birds with one stone, yes?"

"Genius, sir."

"Obviously, doctor. Now call the healer, so Jake can try again."

"As you wish."

-//-

He was used to flashbacking about his miserably past, through dreams or just randomly during the day.

It seemed that no matter how hard those people tried to traumatize him, he just proved too strong, in the end, to just repress the memories. He didn't think about them, though, and his spirit was hardly affected at all anymore. All he thought about was the other memory…

Kiba Explosion looked at the mirror. His hair had grown wonderfully in the past couple of months. He had gotten new clothes, and his sticks were replenished.

He was glad he hadn't need to use the staff until now, over the course of 4 fights, the first of which was the best one. The one he couldn't forget, and often replayed in his mind.
How he cherished for another moment like that one…he closed his eyes, remembering the climax of it…

-//-

The telekinetic was in the air, holding Kiba in front of him. They were both sweating filth and blood, all messed up and ragged, filled with bruises and small cuts.

The look in his eyes was enticingly challenging. The man wasn't going to give up no matter what, and Kiba loved that feeling.

"I AM NOT GOING TO DIE HERE!" His foe screamed in blood-shot eyes.

With a motion of hands, the man ripped all the hairs from Kiba's body, in cold blood.

"RRRAAAAHHHHH!!!" Kiba bellowed at the pain. Blood gushed out from different parts of his body, though not mortally, and he could do nothing about it.

His head fell, for a moment, in defeat. But then, revived, rose up just a bit, looking his foe in the eye with the only eye not engulfed in blood.

"What?!" The man reacted, surprised. "How can you still be conscious?!"

"THE WOLF!" Kiba screamed through bloodied teeth, "knows nothing…but the predatory need…to RAVAGE HIS PREY!!" Kiba tried to move, to no avail. He was being held in the air, and watched as his hairs floated with the wind.

As he tried to break free, amidst his spasms and gnashes, he made sure he got some blood on his back.

"Oh yeah?!" The man retorted, not intimidated, "have fun ravaging the floor, you Godamn psychopath. 'Cause you're done!"

"THE FU** I AM!"

In a flash, hundreds of small explosions blew as all the hairs individually exploded, all in one very large fireworks session. Their concussive force and flash-bang effect disabled the telekinetic from his focus, and Kiba, feeling freed, exploded the blood on his back, which propelled him into a mid-air charge against his foe.

Unable to keep focus, the telekinetic watched the last two seconds of the fight helplessly.

He saw Kiba soaring through the explosions around them with an insanely ecstatic look on his one opened eye.

Bellowing out for victory, Kiba waved his whole body into a clothesline, and carried the telekinetic all the way down a seven story fall.
The telekinetic did, as his effort to survive, a barrier between him and the floor, and they both survived the fall.

Kiba immediately grabbed him by his collar, looking at him from a fountain of streaming blood and sweat, and delivered one last punch to the face, knocking him out.

He then stood up, spat blood, and then literally howled in ultimate victory! To the skies!

He had won! And he had almost died to do it!

-//-

Opening his eyes, he looked at himself. He wanted more, and he was going after more. Maybe even a rematch with the telekinetic. That would be perfect.

Putting his jacket on, he grabbed his staff, and moved out to rob a bank, completely unaware of the odd turn things were about to take.

Kiba approached the bank, smirking in anxiety for the fight that was to come. But his excitement quickly changed to confusion, as everything around him turned white.

He heard a faint whistle and, for an ephemeral moment, saw himself disappear. It was so quick he didn't even have to time to explode something to dodge. One moment, he was just gone. In fact, it was so fast he would be surprised if anyone noticed.

-//-

Next thing he knew, he was dozed. He didn't know how long it had been, and he felt so drugged he couldn't even open his eyes. He could barely think, let alone think straight.

He tried all the stops. Hurting himself, bad memories, good memories, clearing his mind, pushing rage, and finally blowing something up. He tried everything, but this really wasn't any kind of telepathy, or normal drugs, against which he was taught counter-measures.

He couldn't really focus. It reminded him of a time he took drugs to feign death, so to infiltrate a secret military base he was to sabotage. He couldn't finish thoughts, he couldn't muster the concentration to tell his body to do anything. He could just interpret what he was feeling, and try to think through constant waking up and falling asleep. Yes, it was like falling asleep every 10 seconds, and not being sure whether you did or not fall asleep, and when. Heck, he wasn't sure he wasn't asleep. If there was such a thing as half-way dead, that was it.

It had probably been only a few minutes, but Kiba was unsure whether or not it had been hours, when he felt something. For a moment, it felt like he was underwater, and something had disturbed it. He felt something gently scratching his chest, and resting there, and he felt a really big urge to blow sh** up! He was pissed he couldn't do anything. But he couldn't do anything...so...

Then a voice sounded out, from somewhere. He got an instinct from the way the voice sounded, and vibrated around him, that he was in some kind of containment, in a liquid, but that feeling went away. The voice was female, and amidst the silence, came off as a really comfortable change of pace, even though the voice was calculating and emotionless.

"Jake Masters, aka Kiba Explosion. You are now part of experiment #298oFv6.
You will be sent into worlds in alternate realities, along with other criminals such as yourself. That which you have felt against your chest is an item which you will hold on to if you wish to survive the experiment. It is a recording device, and a teleportation device within itself. Everything you see and go through, it records. And when it assimilates to another item, it will send you to another world. When it has assimilated all other items, it will bring you back. Item assimilation is like fusion: only one item remains from the two, just like only half of everyone of you will be making it out of each world. Until there are only two left.
Fight well, witness all."

It was hard to process the information. Kiba had a feeling whenever he'd be let out from where he was, he would remember it all, to the detail. But it was clear he was going to fight people from other worlds. This was clear. Unbeknownst to himself, his surprised expression, that he had retained from when he was beamed, smiled.
Excitement welled up inside of him, and without him even knowing, his face actually showed anxiety…the good kind. It moved and smiled.

For some people, this would be a bad thing. But for Kiba? To fight for his life in weird worlds against weird characters? Last man standing survives? All others die?
Some people will be sad, but Kiba? Kiba was ecstatic…Kiba was anxious….

…because this was what he always wanted.