Title: Liquid's Story (Drafts)
Panzermanathod - February 18, 2010 05:20 AM (GMT)
Liquid's Story was a short series I made a while back talking about the early life of Liquid Dragoon, whom I've talked to some of you about long, long ago. Recently I've converted it into a story format because I was too lazy with drawing a full comic. Some backstory is needed, but the important stuff should be in here already.
These are drafts, and I kinda need some extra pairs of eyes.
Also, I did these in notepad. I won't bother with typo correcting here, but if you see any, I didn't have any sort of spell check.
This story was separated into 5 parts, which I will separate into 5 posts.
My name is Suzan Fortune Birkin. I have a story to tell, but... before I get
into that, I have to introduce my parents.
My father was once a human, but due to multiple sets of expriments done on him against
his will, he became a mutant. Similar expriments were what caused him to lose
his former hometown. He was once called Timothy Birkin... but after his last
transformation, he named himself Dingodragon. The first time around, an android
named Vextor rescued him. They were already good friends before that point,
although father would mention that Vextor would be rather ticked at allowing
him to be kidnapped and experimented on. Doubly so when the same people kidnapped
my father a second time to continue their experiments.
When he escaped his captors, he met a woman named Fortune. She was also experimented
on, although she retained her human form. While she initially agreed to be
experimented on, she had a change of heart at some point and escaped with my
father. After that, they parted ways for the time being.
Daddy would always say that Fortune was his best friend next to Vextor,
which is mostly the reason why my middle name is from her first name.
Father and Fortune met up again a few weeks later, and went into hiding. They
had to hide from the people who exprimented on them, and Fortune knew that she
couldn't leave father alone to fend for himself, as he was still coping with
Unfortunately, although they were in hiding, they had gotten themselves mixed
up with someone else's plots for evil. There was an evil entity named Kaine who
had sent several of his minions to attack father and the allies he gained along
One was named Okami, although she was really a creation of one of Kaine's
subordinates, Raven Novaskill. Okami was a dark spirit, and a bit of an odd one
at that. She didn't like her name Okami, so she wanted to be called Morgan.
And that's my mother.
Although they were enemies at first, mom had a crush on dad. Daddy would
say she would constantly flirt and mess with him. But it was a while before
dad would return her love. I mean, she was trying to kill him at first. But what
was at first a simple crush became love. Mom had grown to love him so much that
she took up a neutral position instead of being his enemy. Raven, however, didn't
like that. She had mother weakened to the point that mom only had a short time
to live. As a spirit, though, she can take over bodies, and would do this often
to Fortune, much to her annoyance. But this was the only way mom would be able
to live longer, and Fortune knew that, at this point, mom and dad loved each other,
so she beared with it.
My father and his allies shortly afterwards fought Kaine, defeating him. However,
he had mortally wounded Fortune. Her dying words were to allow Morgan to fully
take over her body. Dad cared for both Fortune and mom, and Fortune didn't want
him to lose the both of them. Reluctantly, mom took over Fortune's body fully.
A bit over a year later, I was born.
Well, those were the events leading to my birth. After this, I can start with
my own story.
Panzermanathod - February 18, 2010 05:22 AM (GMT)
Given mom's weakened condition, her pregnancy with me is what would finally
end her life. She did live for a month or so, so I kinda remember her, especially
since my growth was, for some reason, accelerated. By the time she died, daddy
would say I was old enough to be a toddler...
Obviously, me and father blamed ourselves for her death, even though she would
say beforehand to not blame themselves. She was proud to have had a daughter.
I cried a lot then, after she died. Daddy said he would try his best to raise
me. We moved around a lot after that. We didn't have a home to go to, just
As the years went on, I had gained abilities similar to my parents, including
Fortune. Father had his regenerative abilities and strength, mom had her teleportation
and dimension warping powers, and Fortune had her energy and telekinesis powers.
I was afraid for a while... I thought it was... weird to have all these powers.
I kept them hidden from father when I thought he would be afraid of me.
"Owww! Jeez, when could you do that!?"
In an old abandoned warehouse somewhere were Dingo and Suzan. At the moment,
though, Dingo's head was currently stuck in a wall. In a panic, Suzan ran over
I remember when I first revealed to him I had all those powers. I think I was physically
13 or 14... at least that's what he told me. I was as sorry for doing that to him
as I was afraid of what my father would think of me.
"You... you scared me and... and... I just... I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"
By this time, Dingo managed to pull his head out of the wall. It was only meant
to be a minor scare. The both of them would often "roughhouse", and this time
Dingo managed to hide and get the drop on her. And then Dingo was sent flying
into a wall.
Suzan held onto Dingo, muttering about how sorry she was. Granted, they've
roughhoused before, and Suzan managed to get in a few blows, but she at least
didn't send him through a wall the other times.
Rubbing his bleeding head with his clawed hands, Dingo had a pained look in his
"It's okay. 'Tis but a scratch. You know I can take a good deal of punishment.
But... did you know you could do that?"
"Uhh... I... No... It just came out."
"No.. no... I'm... I knew... I didn't mean to use it on you... but I could do
that for a little while now..."
"I see... anything else you want to tell me?"
I have to admit that I felt relieved to tell him about my abilities... he seemed
happy for me. He didn't seem like he would treat me differently, and in the
future, I don't think he did. But after we had our little talk, father wanted
to tell me something.
"Just don't let it go to your head, okay? You're practically a goddess..."
"Don't say that! I'm... I'm..."
"Don't take it like that, alright?"
There was silence for a little while as the both of them just sat down. The pain
from Dingo's head was slowly fading away, and it was times like these he was glad
he had a good healing ability.
"Daddy... I hate hiding."
"Yeah, it sucks. It really, totally sucks."
"Then... why do we hide? I thought you didn't have to worry about those people
who changed you anymore?"
Dingo shook his head slowly. He didn't want to trigger a worse headache.
"Nope. But when you're a mutant amongst humans, it causes more problems than
it's worth, and I'm speaking from personal experience. They think I'm some kind
Suzie... can you promise me something? Promise me you won't become a "monster",
Only a moment passed when she simply said "Okay."
I didn't want to admit it, but at that time the main thing that was on my mind
was why we had to remain in hiding. Are people really that prejudgice?
Panzermanathod - February 18, 2010 05:25 AM (GMT)
During the next couple of years, I would often leave my father, sometimes for
days at a time. He knew what I was doing; "mingling" with humans. Just as father
said, people just didn't understand. Granted, I wasn't helping things out.
Sometimes I would just watch. Othertimes I'd just cause trouble and take stuff.
Usually clothes. Granted by the time I was doing this I was... rather tall.
At least 7 feet... at least thats what daddy says. He had often admitted at
being unable to teach me how to read or take measurements or whatnot given the
circumstances of our self imposed exile.
I wasn't being the "monster", just a trouble maker. I made no real effort to
get along with humans because I figured there was just no point. I was a good
girl around my father, but around humans, I was a bit chaotic, although I
tried not to harm any people, which is what I thought father probably wanted
at the time. I just stole and vandalized and made funny faces at some of the
fearful humans. And I never told dad what I would do exactly. He just knew I
mingled with humans. I don't quite understood why he wasn't so keen on stopping
me... maybe he wanted me to experience "humans", or maybe he knew he wouldn't
be able to stop me. I never bothered to ask.
So I did that for a while, but at some point, I had realized something...
I was alone when I was around humans. There was father, but he was my father.
I had no friends, no one else to talk to... just a bunch of other humans.
And there was something else. I didn't know what *I* was. People called me a
mutant, a monster, a freak... and there was nothing I could say that would
contradict that. I was the odd girl out... the freak... the monster. I wanted
to be defined... to have an identity aside from what humans called me. It was
like an emptiness inside me that kept growing and growing. And one day, I decided
to do something about it.
Although I told father what abilities I had, there was one I neglected to
mention to him for a while. It was another ability that my father had. He said
when he was changed, he was meant to be used as a bioweapon called a "G-Type",
which was able to emplant embryos into other organisms. I figured if I could
work on this, I could make my own race of creatures.
At this time I was away from father for a really long period. I decided to work
on this ability on a few people I kidnapped. By this time, I didn't care about
being the "monster"; I had thrown away my promise to not hurt anyone.
I wanted to create a paradise for my father, where we had an identity and
a home, instead of being fearful of problems humans would cause. My ability to
create more of "my kind" worked a bit differently than my father's, though. I
didn't implant embryo's, I implanted pieces of myself which would kill and take
over the bodies of the victims.
I felt some elation watching the people scream in pain as their bodies were
being violently transformed and taken over to become my children. It was almost
like some sort of sadistic payback for forcing me and father into seclusion.
Granted, a good number of them died before I managed to make the first sucessful,
and more powerful, child, whom I named Quanreis. I guess I gave a lot of myself,
though, for her, as she didn't have a human form.
Quanreis and the others took a lot out of me, but after I recovered my strength,
I went back to my father. We had a talk on the roof of a building, and I told
him my plans, hoping he would join me as we made our own race.
"Why not!? You said you were sick of hiding! Isn't it lonely, us being the only
creatures of our kind? No one to relate to, no one to turn to but ourselves... but
the both of us can change that! We can create our own race and define ourselves!
And the two of us can be the leaders!"
Dingo felt unable to look at Suzan. In such a short amount of time, he wondered
how she could have been so far gone... so far removed from the daughter he once
knew. And he felt this unforgiving dread inside him knowing that if he was a
better father, she wouldn't have done any of this stuff.
"It's not worth killing people over, Suzan! What you're doing... it's worse than
what they've done to me!"
"I can't stand it, daddy! We can't let these people just keep us hiding out. I
want us to be... something! We're going to be monsters to them no matter what
we do. You even helped save the damned world, and all you got to show for it
are dead friends and near solitude!"
Dingo said nothing. He couldn't say anything, because he knew Suzan was right.
But the only difference is that he didn't want to kill anyone. Dingo may have been
formerly a human, but... he still had his humanity.
Suzan hugged her father tightly, while he remained sitting down, doing nothing.
"Daddy, you know I'm right. You can't live like this... I love you too much
to let you live like this anymore. When we're done with this, we'll have our
own race built upon the humans in this town. We don't have to be alone anymore.
We can have a home, a family, and identity... We won't be freaks or monsters...
I know you used to be human... maybe that's why you can't quite understand what
I'm doing... but you don't want to be alone, right? I'm doing this for the
both of us, daddy. Please, understand..."
Suzan's father was trembling. He blamed his utter failure in raising Suzan
correctly. And what she was saying... this was ramblings of a crazy person.
And it was his daughter, too...
"I can't have any part of this... I can't let you harm any more people for this..."
"...I'm sorry to hear that."
Dingo closed his eyes, and for a brief moment, felt weird, and was suddenly
enveloped in heat. Just a moment ago, they were in a city, and now, they were
in a desert.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"If you won't help me, or at least join me... I cannot have you in my way. So
I will create my race on my own!"
Her voice lost the kindness of before, now being replaced with a tone of insanity.
"I will build my race off of those humans... Just you wait!!!"
I left father in the desert. I don't even know where I dropped him off, but at
least it gave me enough time to work on my race, as well as lapse deeper into
Panzermanathod - February 18, 2010 05:28 AM (GMT)
After I sent my father away, I started my plans for creating my own race. At
first, I continued to kidnap and turn humans into my own race. The mutations
were varied, although they all were transformed into humanoid beast-like creatures.
None were like Quanreis, though, who had a large piece of myself when she
was "born", and her form was far removed even from the rest of my children, as
well as being blind. However her lack of sight didn't hinder her ability to
be my right hand.
Some of my children were able to create their own children, but most "my kind"
were my own creations. After a little while, me and my brood attacked the
humans. Many were changed into my children, and many more were outright killed.
My madness fueled my children's madness, and as I became more insane and made
more children, my body was slowly being destroyed. I became more and more gruesome
and ugly, and more like a monster... But I didn't pay attention.
No one could stop me or my children, many of which had their own abilities,
either versions of my own, or ones unique to them.
I had completely devastated the town, and I was wondering if we should increase
our boarders or remain in the town and build our own. But considering the
attacks, I thought it would be best to continue on. We were still outnumbered
greatly by humans.
But before I went to take over other places, father came back, worn and bleeding
from getting here through military barricades and who knows what else.
"S... Suzie... is that y-"
Suzan didn't let Dingo finish, as he was flung into and through a nearby wall
with her telekinesis. Dingo could even get up as he was pinned down by telekinesis
as well. Moments later, Suzan came over to gloat.
"Isn't it glorious, father!? I'm on my way to create my own race. Those humans
can't even do anything to stop us.
But don't say anything. I know you're going to WHINE and MOAN about being NICE
to these wretched humans. I know you want to stop me, and too bad for you, I
will KILL all who wants to stand in my way, including... you..."
It was horrible. I don't even know if he tried to fight back... I far outmatched
him, and I was mutilating him... slashing him, smashing him... doing things
to him I didn't even do to any of the humans I've killed. He was just an obstacle
to me... I've... cut him up... brused and bloodied him up... I... tore pieces
of him out... When I fought him I lost my mind... I just became sadistic...
I wanted to make sure he wouldn't live to see tomorrow.
Dingodragon was a mangled mess, and yet he was still alive. And the pain Dingo
felt was nothing compared to the pain of knowing it was his own daughter who
so easily mutilated him. Her red fur was covered and sticky with her fathers
blood and flesh.
Suzan was worn after that, considering her heavily degenerated body. But she
still had strength to pick up a massive stone. Dingo couldn't say a word. To
finish the job, Suzan crushed his skull with a massive blow that broke the stone.
But after she was finished, she felt nothing for a bit... and then...
"What... have I...?"
A surge of pain rushed through her body as a result of her degeneration, and
she felt sick... enough to start vomiting on the spot... and half of it was
blood. She came back to her senses just in time to realize that she had brutally
murdered her father.
For who knows how long, she cried loudly, with her voice becoming incredibly harsh
as she went on. In a fit of desperation, she tried to use her mother's dimentional
powers to take her children to somewhere else. It was incredibly painful, but she
just wanted to leave. She didn't want to murder any humans anymore, so she
went off to another world.
I don't know where I went, other than the fact that it wasn't earth. I found
myself in a large, forested area. I had left my father back there... but regardless
of whether I wanted to or not, I couldn't go back. After that, I fell incredibly
ill and almost died. My body had later degenerated to the point that I was
essentially a liquid-like substance. Not only did I lose my body, but I lost
the bulk of the abilities I had.
Daddy said I was like a goddess, but now I was just utter slime. Had I continued
on, I would have died. A part of me wished I did... but I had so much blood
on my hands... including my father's... but I also wanted to stay alive... there
was no way I could hope to repent for what I've done, but I wanted to try to
keep my children from making the same mistake I did. I wanted to raise them...
Panzermanathod - February 18, 2010 05:30 AM (GMT)
Neither me nor my children had a home to go to... but it seemed the area I went
to was uninhabited... there were nearby ruins, as if there was some war long
ago. In any case, I decided to make my home on this planet. I didn't know what
problems would arise in the future, but I didn't care. I just wanted somewhere
to live with my children, many of whom felt remorse from the lives they took,
but largely felt sorry for me. I didn't know if these were their true feelings
or if it was just because I was their mother, but I had just killed my father;
I could only find consolation in my children.
So me and my children started building on the ruins. None of us were really
the type of people who could be considered archetects, but we tried.
Unfortunately, I was far, far weaker physically than I ever was, but I tried
my best to help. As we built, we found items from the people who used to live
here, but as I didn't know how to read, and it was in a language that I wasn't
familar with, we couldn't begin to translate them.
A few years have passed. By this time I took up the name "Liquid", and my children were
living peacefully. We were going to make a self-sufficent country, knowing that
we probably won't be recieving help from whatever race lived here, if they
were still around. Farms were set up, and much work went towards the creation
of a lake. All I could do was watch, but I felt some happiness knowing my
children were happy.
The country and my people were named Berkan, to honor my
father's last name of Birkin. Some of the knowledge of the humans were carried
to my children, so they were able to cope and teach themself things that would
help them live easier. Even Quanreis became a respected cook. Even with her
complete blindness, but she can cook whole meals with ease.
About 10 years after we came, a statue of my father was erected in the middle
of our small country. Some would call this cheesy... and I admit that it is,
but that day was declared to be "Dingodragon Day". Some referred to him as
just Dingo, other's referred to him as "Grandfather", but many considered him
the progenitor of our race.
Some time later, though, we had a visit from our first outsider. He was a man
who seemed human but... wasn't. He revealed himself to be android who was created
on this planet, to destroy the one who created the ruins we now lived on, and
many others. I quickly realized who this android was even when I first saw
him, and any uncertainty I had was gone once he spoke the name of the one who
laid waste to a good portion of this planet.
"Kaine? Did you say, Kaine?"
"Yeah. After I aided in his defeat, I came back here to try to rebuild my world."
"But, if you were one of the ones who defeated Kaine, that means..."
"Yes... I knew ol' Timmy well. Or should I say Dingodragon. I knew him before
he bacame Dingodragon...I also know what you did to him."
Liquid looked down and trembled a bit. Quanreis, who was by her, tried to
comfort her, but Liquid stopped her...
"No... no, that's okay, Quan."
She then turned her attention to the android.
"If... I'm right... father told me about you... Vextor, right?"
"Yes. I would have visited more after you were born, but I was incredibly busy
with work. Dingo understood this, and we parted ways."
"Why did you come here?"
"Several reasons, really. First off, you *are* immigrants on this planet.
Second, I'm here to make sure you don't do the same thing here that you did
back on Earth. The people are barely recovering from one menance, and we don't
need another one. And believe me, I'm more than able to take you and your
brood out, if the situation calls for it.
Let's hope that situation won't come up, huh?"
Dingo had talked a lot about Vextor... a rather eccentric fellow with a nutty
streak and slightly mentally unbalanced. But when it comes to certain things,
Vextor can be very serious and to the point. And he was also very powerful.
Suzan made a mental note of trying extra hard to prove that she wasn't the same
as she was when that incident happened.
"So, provided you guys don't wage war with anyone here in any sort of way,
you guys can stay without any problems, and I will help you."
"Help us?" asked Quanreis, in a stern, concerned voice. She didn't quite trust
Vextor, especially after his threat.
"Yes. Luckily, I'm the only non-Berkan on this planet who knows about what you
did. I can help you and the other people of this planet come together and help
each other. The race here is a lot like humans, but at this point it's in our
best interests to help each other out. Admittedly this plase has no milkshakes,
but I can cope.
So, how about it?"
Liquid thought things out for a little bit... it was kind of weird meeting with
someone Dingo was friend's with... she also had to consider other people's
relations with her children.
"Yes... yes I would love your help, if you can forgive what I did to your friend...
"Don't get me wrong... I'm not exactly over what you've done, but...
Dingo would have wanted me to help."
"Would he... no... I'm not sure if Dingo could ever forgive me, at least enough
to want you to help me..."
"You've lived with Dingo more than I have... Dingo was never the type to hold
grudges. He can be very forgiving."
Liquid walked over to Vextor, and after a short pause, she hugged him.
"Wow... this like being hugged by Jell-O."
"I'm sorry... for all I've done. What I've done was... unmentionable... I don't
deserve your kindness."
If Liquid could cry, she could... the most she could do is have a sobbing voice.
"Let's just say... you aren't the first person with a... homicidal past... that
I didn't know quite what he meant by the last line... but maybe I'm just looking
too deep into it.
In any case, the years went on, and Vextor greatly helped the Berkans and the
natives of this planet get along.
I miss my father deeply... but with Vextor's help I was able to cope with what
With the destruction of my body, I think I gained some sort of immortality...
I don't know if that's a blessing or a curse, but at the very least, I can
watch over my children for a long while. And if I'm going to live, I hope my
father can help me through any problems.
My "story" has not ended, but this is the end of most of the important events
that happened. Not to belittle the events of handling relations between the
Berkans and the other natives of the planet, my daughter Terra Dragoness, or
the advent of the hero who called himself "V-Beast", but those are stories for