CH1 PROMISE
An: Mass Effect was created by EA/Bioware.. This just a fun story. Don't sue me :3
I am an average joe. Black hair, brown eyes, black glasses, blue jacket, a little chubby, loves reading, video games and Mexican. Honestly I sound more like a nerd, and that's taking account of my Coca Cola addiction.
The projector in the theater starts up and the lights of the theater dims. Today the theater is showing Star Wars Episode 8 and my family decided to accompany me. To my left is Papa and Mama and right is my sis Irais.
After the advertisements were over the movies begins to start. Putting my IPhone5c in silent mode I begin eating eating my popcorn and take a sip from my Coke.
Movie starts in 5…4…3…2…1...it's finally starti-BANG BANG BANG. Then the screaming started.
I had to help my family escape so I do what any responsible 20yr old would do. I get up and yell to Mama to leave for the top exit, but she wouldn't budge. I try hoisting her up but that doesn't work. I attempt to try again, but something is flung past my head. I spot a pipe grenade in my sister's lap.
My sister looks up to me and mutters a word I didn't want to hear. "Run" Her voice is strangely calm, but her eyes. They were filled with fear beyond belief.
Not wasting time I nab the grenade and attempted to throw it elsewhere. I didn't get far before a deafing explosion and immense pain signaled my failure. I was flung to a wall and laid there.
Regaining my senses I stare at my right hand to lay my eyes on a bloody stump and my torso in the same condition. I stared at my stump with unbelieving eyes until screaming and gunfire woke me from my trance. Quickly getting I see rows of innocents get mowed down by gunfire. I search for my family to look upon their remains. Feeling sick I look away to focus on my task. Killing those assholes who ruined the movie experience.
Formulating a plan I decide to wait until one of the shooters get within close range of my phone's flashlight.
I waited until one of them get close to spring my trap. Moving quickly I flask the bastards eyes and grab his Silenced MP5, kick him in the groin and fill him with holes. Acting quickly I nab his gas mask, MP5, Desert Eagle, M4A Carbine ,and a pump action shot gun. Not wasting time fire my MP5 and counted 4 down. I didn't notice the hiding asshole behind one of the chairs, and as a result he jumps me with his knife ready. We struggle for a bit and I kick groin in the groin again to get him off me. He got lucky and was able to plunge his combat knife to my torso. As a reward I blast his face off with my shotgun.
I couldn't handle the recoil so the shotgun slapped me across the face in a comedic way. Stumbling to a nearby wall I attempt to get up only to feel too tired to move. My breath gets more ragged each second signaling my impending death. I start panicking of death and I start praying to Lord Baby Jesus if there is one. I didn't want to die. I look over to my sister's corpse and smile. If there is an after life I'll find my sis, and promise to her I won't ever let anyone hurt her. That includes the innocent and those I love. I'll make that a pinkie promise. A sudden wave of tiredness swept over me and I welcomed it.