World Of Tomorrow: Rise Of Eyon

[Zamora]

[font="Comic Sans MS"]Plot: Dawson Zamora is a 16 year old teenager from Doma City. He lives with his mother and father, a brilliant scientist, in Zamora Tower in the middle of the City. His life is pretty standard, until June 17th, in which he and his father are involved in a train crash which kills his father and reveals that Zamora is actually a cyborg - a bionic skeleton with electrical implants and human skin grafted to give a human appearance. Startled by his true nature, Zamora discovers that 20 years ago his father discovered the technology to create bionic benigs called Eyons, that could grow and adapt. But his technology was stolen by the deadly L Corporation, a group of evil masterminds intent on creating an army of Eyons and putting the Earth under their control.
But Zamora, will not let it happen. Using his bionic software and enhanced capabilities, Zamora makes it his duty to protect Doma City, and free the other Eyons from their evil control...[/font]

This fic is special, because every now and then I shall be including diary entreis from Zamora!

Chapter 1: Bionic
His heart beat strongly through his chest, and as he pounded his feet up the metallic stairs to the top of the subway station. His heart beat like he was in danger, as he dodged the business men and school kids walking down the stairs.

"Scuse me! Coming through!" said Zamora, as he dodged the oncomers. His palms became sweaty, as he reached the top of the subway. He stood in his usual clothes - a black knee length jacket, dark blue jeans and trainers and a grey top, in the middle of the subway. He looked around frnatically, as if looking for someone. In a rush, he brushed his hand through his dark brunnette spiky hair, causing it to shake slightly. He turned swiflty, causing the fringe that covered his right eye to jump.

"I cant be late!" he said in a rush. Zamora, whose real name was Dawson Zamora, was 16. He was a handsome teen with fair skin and stormy blue eyes. He was in a rush becuase his father was waiting for him so they could take the train to the other side of Doma City, where he lived. His father, Dr Wilson Zamora, was a renowned scientist. He was a billionaire, and he owned the Zamora Tower in the middle of the city. It was the tallest building in the city, and it could watch over the city like a beacon.

"There!" said Zamora. He smiled, and more calmly, walked through the crowds at the subway. For a few seconds, he used his strong arms to push through the crowd, before stopping at the end of the tracks, next to a tall man. The man was just taller then Zamora, with round glasses and neatly brushed black hair. He had a long brown jacket with a grey waistcoat and white top underneath. His trousers were dark brown, and he had need black shoes.

"Dad?" said Zamroa. The man smiled at him, comfirming who he was.

"Your late son." he said in a grey voice. He didnt seem very cheery for some reason, which was unusual for him. Zamora ignored it, and the two watched as a grey train pulled in to the subway. It let out some steam from its front, and the doors slid open. In a rush, people began to pile out, their briefcases and school bags hitting Zamora on the arm. Although he noticed it, Zmoara didnt feel anything. In fact, he barely felt much pain. He was hit in the head with a soccer ball when he was 7, and he just got up from the hit and scored a penalty! It was strange, but Zamora just considered it a high pain tolerance. How wrong could he be...

"Come now." said Mr Zamora. He looked around, as it to see if he was being followed. He turned back the train, and stepped inside Carriage 3, with Zamora quickly behind him. As they entered, two men in black suits, sneakliy made their way through the crowd, quickly hopping aboard the train. The doors closed, and the train began to slowly pull away...

On the train, it smelt strange. Zamora and Dr Zamora sat next to a window with air conditioning, but their was a strange smell, like gasaline. Dawson ignored it, and looked around. The train carriage had a blue interior, with different cubicles on each side with four seats. Unlike normal trains, their was more privacy because the cubicles had plastic walls, disconnecting them from the others on the train. It was quite futuristic.

"So." said Zamora, nodding his head slowly. His father smiled weakly at him, as if troubled.

"Something wrong?" asked Zamora to his father. The Doctor shook his head, and placed his hands on the table. Dawson rolled up his jacket sleeves, revealing black and red stripy armbands around each wrist, and a grey watche on his right.

"I have something for you." said the Doctor, pulling something from his pocket. He looked around again, noticing the two suits sitting a few cubilces behind. He turned back to his son, and passed him a silver necklace with a key on it, and a star emblem.

"Keep this. And remember I love you." sad his father. Zamora began to feel strange. He smiled and put on the necklace. Suddenly, his father got up and left their cubicle.

"What, whatcha doing?" asked Zamora. His father sighed, and walked over the suits cubicles. Zamora got up and entered the middle of the carriadge which was between the cubicles. He watched as one of the suits grabbed something from his jacket pocket. He whipped his hand out, revealing a gun! Dawson gasped, as the suit shot his father in the chest at pont blank range!

"Dad!" shouted Zamora. The passengers on the train screamed and cowered in their cubicles as Zamora ran towards the suits in anger. The suit dropped his gun, and threw a punch at Zamora. Using the skills he was taught by his father, Zamora dodged the punch and quickly grabbed the suits arm, breaking it in the process. He knocked him out with a punch to the head, while the other suit ran out of the carriage towards Carriage 2.

"Dad!" cried Zamora, grabbing his father from the cold train floor. His father was dying quickly. Dawson held him, putting pressure on the wound.

"Somebody do something!" shouted Zamora. The passengers continued hiding, as his father looked at him.

"My study. Use the key. Find the thing I love the most." said his father, weakly. Zamora began to feel the tears in his eyes, as his father died in his arms.

"No!" shouted Zamora. He dropped his head in sadness, and cried over his father. Then he remembered. One of the suits was getting away. Zamora stood up, leaving his fathers body. Zamora turned, to the see the suit running through the carriage.

"Hey, you!" shouted Zamora. His anger took over and he ran towards the suit. The suit and Zamora ran through the carriages, before arriving in the captains carriage.

"What the?" said the captain. He let go of the train controls, and it suddenly began to slow down. Zamora, taking his eyes off the ball, looked out of the trains windows. They were high above Doma City right now. They were just going over the Doma Highway, as three loud shots rang out. Suddenly, Zamora looked away from the window. The suit had pulled out a gun, and shot out three bullets towards Zamora. Zamora looked down at his chest. He wasnt bleeding, but their were three holes in his chest. Zamora looked at the suit, before seeing an oncoming train behind their train. Zamora gasped.

"The trains going to hit us unless we move!" shouted Zamora. The suit smiled, and pistol whipped the captain, causing him to fall unconscious.

"Do you know how to drive a train? I dont." smiled the suit. He turned quickly, and shot out a window in the carriage. He dived out of it, as the two trains collided. They smashed together, destroying the tracks they were movig on. Suddenly the trains began to fall towards the highway! Zamora screamed, along with the other passengers of the two trains...
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Zamora lay on the cold and dusty highway floor. He could smell smoke, but he couldnt open his eyes to look. Zamora moved his arm, slowly pushing himself up. He tensed his eyes, and managed to open them.

"Oh my god!" said Zamora in fear. He was standing on the highway. Their was burning metal all around him and people screaming. He was surrounded by cars, mainly fire trucks and ambulances. He looked around him, seeing the remains of the trains. He gasped. They were smashed and cut open and their were people all around him, screaming and dying.

"Wait a sec!" said Zamora, remembering the suit and being shot. He looked and down, before panting. Some how, his jacket and top had ripped, and the skin had been torn from his hand and abdomen, revealing parts of a bionic skeleton.

"Whats going on?!" said Zamora, terrified. His body was suddenly made of metal, and he was staring it his bionic hand. He moved it, and saw all of the different parts move. Zamora gasped, as all of a sudden, his skin began to grow back over his hand and abdomen. He began to feel strange, nauseous almost. He pinched himself, to make sure he wasnt dreaming. Using his still skinned hand, he touched his bionic fingers before they were covered with skin.

"What am I?" asked Zamora. He began to grab his head in terror. He remembered his dad dying, and being shot. He remembered the suits and seeing the horror in peoples eyes.

"Agh!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to his knees in the midst of the wreckage.
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[i]June 17th, 2010. Today, my father died. We hopped on out usual train to our home, and he was shot point blank by two men. He died in whatever my arms are. I gave chace to stop the one of the suits, and he shot me. He shot the train, and it crashed and fell to the ground in the middle of the Doma Highway. 117 People died, and 31 were injured. I was lucky. I survived. My fathers body was destroyed, and I discovered something strange. I found myself, in the wreckage. My skin was torn, but I wasnt bleeding. I could see, my skeleton, but it was silver and mechanical. What am I? I thought I was normal, but now I dont know. All of a sudden, im some kind of robotic boy with no father. I have to find out why my father was killed. He was a good man, and he did so much for out planet. I have to find out why he was killed, but more importantly, what I am. Im certainly not human. I know that much. Yours, Dawson Zamora.[/i]