Kamen Rider Oni
Professionally Insane
KAMEN RIDER: ONI
By: KAMEN RIDER ONI
ACT: ONE
***By: KAMEN RIDER ONI
ACT: ONE
The mist rose up all around covering the wet grass and the fresh dirt that was dug up and then planted back down into the whole leaving another body down six feet below. It was quiet and peaceful with the dead being still inside the ground. Near one grave this tall, dark, messy haired, and green eyed man stood in front of this tombstone staring down upon it. The tombstone read, Jasmine Kyoga, 1982-2005.
He was dressed in a dark brown, leather jacket, black t-shirt, and dark blue jeans along with a pair of biker boots. In his hand he held a red rose which was meant for this person who had died obviously. Slowly he crouched and placed along the grass as he ran his fingers gentley down the cold, grey stone just above where her body laid.
As he stood, a tear ran down his cheek without him noticing until a few seconds after as he rose his hand up and wiped it off, looking closely at it, it had some how felt alien to him as he backed away from the grave and headed towards the main gateway. A large black motorcycle, something along the lines of a V-rod stationed near the entrance of the graveyard waited for him to come back. Putting on the black helmet he got onto the bike, turned the ignition and lifted the kickstand up, then swiftly spun around with a screech as the tires bruned of the paved road. Then he zoomed down the road all the way to the highway where he still headed out towards farther east where temple ruins where commonly found.
Riding up the dirt road in which appeared that he knew where he was going as things looked familar to him. He thought to himself that everything was nearly exactly how he remembered, except for that stone head laying on the ground next to this small red and white shrine. Things were not as they appeared to be as he got closer and closer to the large ruined temple, just passed the sandy hills.
Dust clouds rose high near his covered face as he drove over the hills and headed down to where the temple was, and he hit the breaks bringing the bike slowly to a halt. The kick stand had a tink sound as it hit a rock going down to the ground, then squeaked as he got off the bike. After taking the helmet off his attention was directed to the temple doorway. It was dark, erie, spider webs clung to everything along with a small chilling draft which came from there that made him think twice about going in there. He placed his helmet on the bike and stepped forward not thinking of what would happen as he headed in.
"Twelve years ago... It's been twelve years already. And I can still remember the cries of my friends and everyone else who lived here in peace with my Grand father and me. That night was something I'd never forget... and pray that nothing like that would happen again. I remember how I was the only survivor... well I think I was the only survivor left, but in all the confusion and death around me, it was nearly impossible to tell."
He had entered the main hall, where most of the attack happened, with the pillars still remaining after all this time and the red curtain drafes hanging by a thread. Bodies were still decomposing everywhere, but some were moved probably by animals lurking around in the woods that surrounder this sacred place. They called the forest Wood of the Lost, which ancient legend says whoever enters that forest shall never return to the land of the living.
Reaching the center of the room he found this old brass key lying there, so crouching down he picked it up and pondered upon it for a few moments. He then heard a light whistle coming from down the hall. Quickly he rose and walked down the hallway which was also dark, cold, and erie but had a home like feel to it. Suddenly coming across this box laying their on the ground he bent down and lifted it up, taking out the key and thought it might just fit so he placed it in and turned it. The box opened revealing two scepters, one silver, the other bronze, and twin small face plates, with one have an angelic look and the other being a more beastlike, with a griffen head.
Hereing a nosie coming from outside in the darkness startled him which cause him to swiftly close the box and to get the hell out of the temple as fast as he could. Running passed the bodies he noticed a couple of them began to move, their eyes glowing brightly red in the shadows as he ran out of the temple ruins. Swiftly darting towards the bike, the box was beginning to slip out of his hands, but quickly he regained his hold on it and made it safely to the motorcycle. Opening the back compartment he place the box inside and shut it tight, locking it with his key, and quickly placing it back into the ignition.
Things started heating up as the supposably dead bodies within the temple started crawling and walking out into the daylight which slowly clouded over, making things darker as well the rain began to fall, just to top it all off. Grabbing under his shirt on the side of his belt with his right hand, he pulled off this tiny, gold, demonic mask with a little handle on the bottom of it. Taking it up and across his chest at an angle he squeezed the sides of the lower part of the mask, which quickly released twin silver blades to flip out and point up at an angle going backwards a bit. He pulled his arm back and held it up at an angle while staring down the red glowing eyed corpses that started to surround him.
"Henshin..." Quickly he swung his arms around and placed the back of the tiny mask infront of his face and let go of the handle slowly bringing his hands down to his sides, clenched. The little handle flipped into the mask and swiftly broke into a grid locking around his head. Then the little mask's fanged jaw opened wide to from an opening for the man's face which it attached to and began to glow silver inside it, as it stayed there and formed his his armoured suit.
On the sides of the neck like a collar, his shoulders, arms, and a little above his chest and upper back were mainly gold, with the red being black, except for his guantlets, and around his shins and calves that which were put in gold armour. His boots and gloves were black, and down his sides of his legs were gold while the rest of his legs were in black armour.
The belt was black and outline in gold with the buckle being gold and the inside pitch black crystal. A golden scepter, which had a circular piece under the ring which hooked to the belt, and below that circular piece was rectangular bar that narrowed down as it got closer to the end. It was about thirty centimeters in length, and inside of it as well as the circular piece had japanese scribe within it, a magic spell as it were.
Finally two silver pieces of a visor covered the glowing light of the mouth's opening in the mask, which shut tightly infront of his face. Tripple slits diagonally down in a mean looking way were on the silver plates, and at the upper tips of them, they were curved upward a bit. He was now fully transformed.
The new Rider stood there glaring down each one of the corpses that moved closer to him, and so began the stand off. Thirty of them, one of him and only one way out alive, his ride....no...his victory which would be determind now. One of the corpses lunged for him and was kicked away after he jumped into the air, then another came at him and he spun around kicking that one back into the temple wall.
Quickly each body came at him from all sides driving him back as he fought them off as hard as he could breaking some of their necks, and crushing bones. He jumped up and biffed on in the head and softly landed while the body hit the ground like a sac of potatoes. Swiftly grabbing the scepter and unhooking it from the belt he pulled the ring up extending a sword handle.
Then he gripped it in his right hand, and squeezed the side switches down releasing two halves of the silver sword blade which quickly became a whole again around the rectangular piece. And noticing the black button on the front of the handguard, he pressed it and the blade extended into a real full length sword.
He ran at them and slashed his way through the remaining twenty of them, and cut through the corpses like they were butter. Out of nowhere a body swung its clawed nails for his head, but he quickly leaned back and evaded the attack and followed through with his blade slicing the dead being in half. Both halves suddenly dropped to the ground. And that was the end of it, none of them survived the assualt, so he walked back to his bike and turned his sword back into a scepter before hooking it back onto the belt. As soon as he place one foot close enough to the bike a thin, white line shot right in front of his path and burned into the ground.
The Rider stopped and looked down at the burn mark in the ground like it was made by acid, but there was a gooey substance in the burn, it was webbing from a spider. The Rider turned his head and looked into the trees seeing two humaniod beings appear with tattered clothes and clawed fingers. Both were female as the features were a dead give-away, and this white webbing seemed to be placed around their skin from their neck down, only noticable from the parts of skin that were showing. One of the women spoke.
"...Oni."
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to be continued...
