The Chronicles of Hyde

The Motel

Hey, guys. I just want you all to remember that I don't know much about anything, so if I made some inaccurate mistake my excuse is that the setting of this story is sort of the future. So they may not have this tech now, but in the story it's not very futuristic tech. Most of the stuff Josh owns are prototypes that either the military or other companies have already created(mask AI, inner cloak, the Pulse[but not the gauntlets and overall mask of course) but Josh is the first to combine them and make it his own and use it for vigilantism. 

I promise I'll get to the origin story(A year ago), but other stuff has to happen before he can recall it and I can fit in more flashbacks. I may even write another story instead of doing just flashbacks. 

[Present Time: August 2nd/ 11:46 pm]

Josh urgently cleaned himself up and grabbed the armor/coat off the floor before exiting the bathroom. In the main room, he wandered over to the broken window, where hot summer air was blowing in. It was a miracle he had fit through it, to be honest. He grimaced at the blood on the floor and picked up the gauntlets absentmindedly. Normally blood and a broken window would draw the agents here like shoppers on Black Friday, but now taking in the fact that Hyde knew his every move, there was no point in picking up. 

He stared at his equipment and grimaced at the fact that it had betrayed him. He had no doubt now that there was a tracker in there somewhere. Probably in the armor plates in his coat. He glanced down at his arms, where a strange device consisting of wires, computer chips, and other strange components sat around his forearms. A large black button was on top of the wires on one device and a knob with measurements on the other. It was a new device he had been working on, and he knew for a fact that Hyde didn't control it. He had built it from scrap. Hadn't bought any of it using Dave's money. He could trust this one thing. It might even take out the tracking devices. 

Setting the gauntlets and armor on a nearby table, he inspected his coat for bullet holes. He had had it unbuttoned as he ran from his pursuers, and there were several telltale holes along the sides that had flapped freely as he ran. He was lucky none of them had hit anything vital in his body. 

Seems like the only thing keeping me alive these days is luck.

He inspected his helmet as well. It was silvery and blank and covered his face and head completely. He saw no damage, so he put it on. 

Once the mask came in contact with his face, it electronically molded to cover his head completely. 

The inside of the helmet was a curious creation as well. Josh could see clearly in it, even though the outside of the mask suggested that it would be impossible to see. Overlapping his view of the outside world, electronic readings and statistics were present. They, among other things, told him where he was, the time, and the amount of electricity the suit had left in its system.

He flipped off the lights to check the night vision (another useful tool) and then took off his mask. He shook off his boots and leg armor and was about to test his gauntlets when there was a knock at the motel door. 

He slipped his gauntlets on (Ignoring the prick) and crept to the door. He opened it a crack to see who it was. 

It was the manager of the motel. There were dark circles under her eyes and she looked irritable. 

He embraced the tiredness in him and acted like he just woke up. He opened the door fully. The warm outside air was humid and he wasn't looking forward to getting back into his suit later. The pool behind the manager looked inviting. It was deserted and...

Stay on topic.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Smith?" She asked, "I have customers complaining and..."