I'm Only A Culinary Student!

by Midweekcomic13

An average culinary student took a nap at a bad time. Now he is stuck on Omega station with only his clothes on his back, school bag and his trusty kitchen tool set. He is not a hero and realize that pain and death is very common on the station. He's a realist and trying to help Shepard when you are only a teenager with no skills but cooking is suicide. He only wants to survive...

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mass Effect franchise

"Normal Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Speaking through radio, phone, etc"

AN: This is a Mass Effect self-insert story that takes a much darker look at what if you were stuck on Omega, I hated the fact hat many story portray their character surviving and somehow able to fight on Omega without dying. So this is my realistic take on what would happened and what my reaction would be in that situation. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: This story is not for the light hearted as it can get pretty graphic

A self-Insert Fanfiction

Chapter 1: A Bad Time To Have A Nap

My name is Lurima Namia, girlish name I know. My parent chose it despite knowing I am a male, the amount of taunt and bullies in my primary school year made my social skill became stagnant as people keep laughing at me when they heard my name.

Anyway, I'm straying off of my thoughts now

Now It was just a normal everyday routine for an average University student like me. Wake up, freshen up, catch the train and bus to the campus, and change clothes for practical kitchen class. Yup, just a normal sixteen year old culinary student with my handy kitchen tool bag.

I am a year younger than my classmates in university as I studied overseas for two years because of my parent line of work. I followed its international school system of starting school after summer instead of starting school on January in my home country. So I had to skip a year or else I would be unfair for me to stay in school for another year because schools in my home country haven't finish its syllabus yet.

Anyway, enough about my past

I normally took a small nap when I'm on the 20-30 minute train, boy how much of a regret that was when I woke up.

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As I regain consciousness from my sleep, I can't help but notice the god awful smell that invaded my nose and the sheer drop in temperature that is not normal in the train I'm currently on. I covered my nose to stop the invasive smell that is seemed to be a mixture of feces, garbage juice, and someone armpit that hadn't sees the daylight and soap in years.

I nearly gag at the smell, but after time cooking in the kitchen, I manage to learn how to block any smell, good or bad, as my nose is pretty sensitive. But still, I wish I was wearing a medical mask right now.

That's why I hate perfumes

I'm straying from my thoughts again, anyway I just realize that I am on my back on a floor that seem to feel like mud but strangely have a hard surface like a concrete or metal. I can't be too sure.

With a groan, I open my eyes and wince at the familiar aching feeling I get from opening my eyes suddenly. Unfortunately my eyes aren't that good and need some time to adjust to the light, I prop myself up and grimace when I felt my left hand being buried in the mud like substance.

Disgusted at the feeling, I quickly tried to flick it off of my hand with little success, I frown and realize that I'm not wearing my spectacles and reach down with my clean hand to my chef's jacket single breast pocket and took out my glasses.

I unfold it and propped it up to my eyes and soon I could see well better than the blur image I've been seeing. For someone to say that I'm confused and surprise right now isn't wrong.

"Fak me…" I thought as I look at the towering structure around me that look futuristic and somehow seem to be familiar but I can't seem to find out why.

"Okay…" I started to think, "…I don't think this is within the train destination rage. Where the heck am I?"

With that, I stand up and ignore the bone popping that originated from my leg because of the state of inactivity. I look around and it seem that I am in an alley of some sort, nobody seem to be round so I take a look at myself to see if anything is missing.

Black with green tinted hat, check

My red kitchen scarf, check

White collared chef jacket with red colored edges, check

My black colored safety shoe that is slip-proof and water-proof, check

My kitchen tool bag, check

My father's handkerchief, check

My mother hand down wrist watch, check

My bag, missing

"Crap…" I thought with a silent curse, "…my wallet and phone is in that bag"

I look around calmly as panicking won't do me much good, but it still didn't stop the growing dread feeling I get at the thought of not being able to contact my family or friends and get them to help my current…situation….

"Where is it, where is it…" I thought repeatedly as look and walk around the alley, looking for my missing bag

To my luck and relieve, the bag is just lying there against a wall around the corner way that probably leads out of the alley. I went up to it and rummages through its contents to see if anything are missing or taken. My luck is holding up as everything is there and I took out my phone and went on to dial my mother. The phone didn't give the familiar ringing tone you get when calling someone, instead it "*click*sorry the person you are calling is unavailable, please try again later.." a recorded female operator voice said from the phone.

Confused, I look at the phone screen and notice that my phone connection line is nonexistent. I cursed again silently to myself and my situation look grimmer and grimmer.

"Ok.." I thought as I put my phone in my pocket, "…I'm somewhere I don't know but it look familiar to me, I got no phone reception here so I can call anybody, and my left hand is covered in….mud-like-thing…..yuck"

I tried to smear the muck off from my left hand by rubbing it against the clean part of a wall next to me. It work but some of it is still stuck to my hand. I had the idea to use my bottled water and use it to clean my hand, but considering I'm somewhere I don't know, I thought it is better to save the water in case the place had no clean drinkable water that is accessible.

With a sigh, I adjust my chef jacket and the kitchen tool bag that is hanging off by my shoulder and then I tried to find my way out of the alley. I don't know how many turns I took or how long it took, but eventually I found the alley exit and smiled softly to myself at getting help from the locals and getting home.

Before I could walk out of the alley, I noticed that at the distance, two people were hanging around at the exit of the alley and I could only see their back towards me. At first I was cautious of the fact that this is a dirty alley and who would be willing to hang around here. I hesitated at first, my social skills are terrible as I haven't been much of a talker as a child and I have a slight phobia or insecurity around people, but I needed help so I inhaled some of the stale air and readied myself and cleared my throat as I'm not used to speak unless spoken to. I wave my arm at them and shouted at them to get their attention.

"H-hey! People over there! C-can I get some help, I'm a bit lost and- " the rest of the words died before I could say it as the two people that was hanging around there turn to me and what I saw shocked me.

One of them had a face that is reminds me of birds and seem to have exoskeleton instead of the skin, it also had a marking on his face and what seems to be mandibles on the side of his mouth.

The one next to him is ugly as hell and had four eyes, four eyes! It also had an strange orange colored skin. Other than that, it seems to be the most humanoid of the other.

Somehow, both look familiar to me but again I just cat put my finger on it

I was freaking out at this point and I couldn't form any words as the two….aliens walk towards me and the four eyes got a rather disturbing grin on its face. Oh my god, are those sharp teeth!?

I backed away from them and they notice this and hasten their casual walk towards me. I tried to turn and run from them but lady luck left me from her grace and I trip on something and fell down on my butt. I winched in pain at the sudden fall and my glasses came a bit lose from its hold on the bridge of my nose, I quickly readjust my glasses and remember there are two aliens coming towards me.

I look up and saw that they are practically a step away from me

They look much scarier and more alien up close

And much much taller

The bird like alien gave a series of clicks and surprisingly bird like noises, it seem like it is talking to me but then it turn to his four eyed, friend I thought, and I am surprise that the orange colored alien seem to understand what it is saying. The four eyed alien look and me and says something in a language completely foreign to me.

Yeah, it's an alien language…

The way both are…talking to me seems like they are taunting me, the orange one also seem to laugh at a particular word. I don't know what it is, but…it seems to be expecting me to be insulted

I didn't respond to any of their words in fear that I might agitate them; I just stared at the two wearily

But it seems my silence had sparked some anger towards the orange alien, it barred its sharp teeth towards me and started to yell at me in anger. I was downright frighten and wanted nothing more than run from them. It started to point at me and yelled some more before stopping and waited.

It seem like the alien wanted me to reply to it something but I just kept silent as I don't know what it want me to say.

My silence prove to be my undoing as the orange alien growled angrily and suddenly moved in closer to me. I tried to void the alien but it sudden movement caught me by surprise and it grabbed the front of my chef jacket and lifted me up so that my face is close to it and the orange alien started to spat angry words to my face.

My glasses got loose again and I can only stare at the alien with a terrified face and tears started to pool up in my eyes on me as I don't know what to do as it started on an angry rant. It went on for a few second before suddenly I felt and impact and pain and my left cheek and I fell down to the ground and laying on the right side of my body while I had my left hand touch my aching cheek. I realized that the four eyed alien had just hit me.

I notice that my glasses had fallen off and were laying there near the alien feet before it moved its feet and crushed it.

I stare at the crushed object in shock and look up to the blurry image of the towering alien and whimpered silently as I tried to get away from the aggressive alien. But the orange alien is having none of that stomp towards me and knelt down.

I tried to get some distance from the alien but it grab my chef jacket gain and started on an angry rant again before the fist started to rain down towards me.

Pain Pain! Pain! Pain!

That's all I could feel as the orange alien smile in glee as it rain punches towards my face and occasionally my stomach with no mercy. I tried to call for help but it held my neck in a choke hold and I couldn't utter a single word out of my lips.

I whimper silently and tears ran freely down my face as the pain is getting too much for me to bear. I tried to fend the attacking alien off by raising my hand to block some of the punches, but it seem to only encourage it some more and sooner or later. My hands fall down in pain and defeat.

I can do nothing to stop the alien

It felt like an eternity, there is bruising on my body, crimson colored blood painted my white clothes, my face is bloodied and my I can't feel or see from my left eye. The alien seem to be content and examined its work with a sadistic smile. It got out what seem to be a gun of some sort

But I didn't care; I was in too much pain to care. If the alien wanted to kill me, let it, end my pain. I'm scared and in a place I didn't know, I just want it to end. Maybe it's just a bad dream

I look with my single good eye at the towering alien, who has a gun in its hand that is pointed at me

I look to the left of the orange alien and I saw the bird-like alien standing there and watching with a similar sadistic smile on its face. I was surprise at how it could do human expression seeing it has exoskeleton. But I didn't care

I diverted my eyes back to the orange alien and I stare at the barrel before closing my single eye and waited for the trigger to be pulled

I heard a brief loud bang and felt something penetrate my skull, I didn't feel any pain from it and then, as quick as I felt it enter my skull, everything went silent an I couldn't feel a thing

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I felt nothing, I couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't feel, and couldn't move. Just the fact that I can tell that I'm floating in a dark void

It felt like days, months or even years have passed by. It felt like an eternity but eventually, I suddenly regain all my senses and felt that I was laying down. I tried to open my eyes but a sharp pain on my left eye made my left hand touch it as the pain was immense. I yelped at the pain and sat up

The fingers on my left hand felt something wet near my left eye, I move my finger towards my right eye and tried to see what it was but all I could see was a blur. Then I remember I'm not wearing my glasses and in a practice moved, got my right hand to my chef jacket pocket and took out my unbroken glasses…

Unbroken

My right eye widen in surprise as the memories started to flood in back and I was shaking profusely in fear and phantom pain as I could vividly remember every single punch that is connected to me and the barrel of a gun that…..orange alien pointed at me.

I was shaking like a leaf and my breathing was erratic at best, I tried to control it but failed and tears started to fall free down my right cheek….

Eventually I manage to calm down after a while but I'm still shaking a bit

I wiped the tears that are still on my right eye and cheek and manage to get my glasses on despite my shaking hands.

I remembered the wet feeling on my fingers and look at it with my good eye and saw crimson colored liquid on my fingertips. It took a second but I realize that it was blood. Panicking at seeing my blood, I tried to find something reflective so I can see myself but everything was covered in dirt so I couldn't find any.

Eventually I could remember that my phone can take a picture on both sides so I rummage through both of my pocket to find it but couldn't find it at all. Then I remember something

"Shouldn't I be dead?" I thought

"I was shot to the head…wasn't I?" I thought grimly

Then I realized that I was in the exact spot in the alley that I woke up last time; I thought "No it can't be…"

There's two theory in my, one is that the two alien dump my body here so nobody could find my body, two I that I somehow got back in time back to when I first woke up in this place. But the second notion was ridicules and I thought I was going loony.

I was going to be proven wrong later on

I sat up and felt my body aching for some reason but it is getting duller and duller by the moment. So it doesn't bother me, but what still bothers me is the sharp pain in my left eye. I look around and my bag laying there in the exact spot I found it last time.

Confuse, I walk up to it and rummage through its content to find my phone. I got it out and got it into camera mode and tap the switch camera option and I gasp in shock at what I saw

My left eye is…gone…just a bloodied black glaring void staring back at me

I just stand there, looking at the screen which shows my left eye socket which is missing its eyeball

My hand shakily traces the rim of my eye socket and flinch bit when my fingers touched the sensitive raw bloodied flesh that is exposed to the polluted air. I didn't move for some time as the shock of losing an eye struck me deep.

Eventually I snapped out of my trance and went through my bag again and got out a mini med-kit that I keep around with me in case I cut myself with a kitchen knife. I taught myself on how to do simple bandaging but cleaning up and bandaging an eye socket without its eyeball is not what I expected to do with this small assortment of medical equipment.

I bit down a on my lips from screaming in pain as I try to clean the blood off of my eye socket and making sure to use the alcohol-free wipe sparingly as I have only limited supply. Once that's done I look through the phone screen to see if there is any open wound outside of my eye socket.

Finding none to my fortune, I just hope that there isn't any open wound inside the eye socket or it could get infected. I would use antiseptic despite that it can damage my skin but I don't want the burning liquid to get inside my sensitive exposed eye socket.

Next I took out a sterile dressing pad that is large enough to cover the hole of my eye socket and wrap in around with one of the gauze bundle around my head. I tighten the gauze nicely into a simple tight ribbon knot so that I can easily change it if it soaking up too much blood if my wound bleed.

I don't know any type of knot that would not come loose anyway

I let out a heavy sigh, store away my half used med-kit and waited for the dull aching pain that is still lingering around my eye socket and use this chance to gather my thoughts.

"Ok now…I'm somewhere that I don't know but somehow familiar with how the surroundings looks like. Maybe I saw it in the TV? the internet? Books?" I thought as I look up at the towering structure around me.

"Maybe I should focus on more important things like get help but…" flashes of image of a cruel smile pop into his mind

I was starting to shake a bit at the memory…or is it a dream?...It didn't matter so I hug myself tightly for some comfort. Once I manage to stop my uncontrollable shaking, I gather up my stuff, stand up and walked off to find a way out of the alley.

"Hopefully all of this is just a dream and I will wake up soon…" I thought and didn't notice that I had subconsciously moved my left hand and touch softly against the newly bandage left eye.

Moving without seeing with your left eye is hard, much to my chagrin, I keep bumping my left shoulder as I turn around corners because I can't properly see and judge how far things to my left are. It was getting annoying and hoped that I can adjust myself soon or this is going to be a problem.

After a while I manage to come across an eerily similar path that lead out of the alley, I am worried that near the alley entrance will be two…aliens…hanging around. I shudder at the memory or dream and continue on.

"Please don't be there, please don't be there, please don't be there.." I chanted in my mind repeatedly

I felt complete fear when I see two aliens right where they were and I just stopped walking, eyes widen, my body started to shake in fear, my heart racing and my breathing is growing more and more labored as I try to inhale oxygen but felt like not enough is going into my lungs. Soon my breathing is nothing more than short gasp of breath.

To people that are seeing this, it might have been just a few minute have passed, but for me, It felt like hours has passed for me by just standing there.

I eventually started to move backwards slowly as I don't want to avoid gaining the two alien attentions, but as my luck would have it. My right feet got stuck on something and I fell down hard and with a rather loud yell as I fell on my back.

Another mistake that would be my undoing

Both aliens heard my yell and turn round to face the alley and tried to search for the cause of the noise, they didn't see me immediately as the alley is dark and its very hard to see if your eyes haven't been adjusted to the darkness yet.

I didn't know that and because of the fear that is gripping my heart, I quickly stand back up and ran the opposite direction from the two aliens.

An act that sealed my fate in this lifetime

The two aliens saw my sprinting form and quickly set a chase to get me. "Oh god, oh god, oh god.." I thought frantically as I ran, "..its them..its THEM!"

I ran, I ran and I ran as fast as I could but in my moment of fear, I forgot that I am still carrying my stuff and it weighed me down. The two aliens didn't have that sort of problem and is rapidly catching up to me. Soon after the two aliens got closer to me, they notice that I am human and they started to shout something at me in their alien language and way of talking.

I ignore it and just try to get away from them

One of the two aliens shouted something that strangely resembles a warning shout before I felt a numbing pain on my right leg and I yelped as I was sent down unceremoniously. Tears pricked on my right eye as my head slammed down on the dirty muddy ground and the pain from my right leg finally reach my brain. I closed my one good eye tightly and bit down a scream as the pain in my right leg grew more and more unbearable.

I finally open my good eye and saw that my glasses lens is cracked and all I could see around me is with a spider web crack. It was weird as it seem like the world is cracked by looking through the broken lenses of my glasses.

I didn't have time to mussed about my glasses as suddenly, someone grabbed me by the collar of my chef's jacket and I a face to face with a scowling orange colored alien with four eyes. The same alien that beaten me to death…

"AHHHHH!" I scream loudly as I am face with my fear and tried furiously to get the alien to stop holding me so I could escape.

"Get away! Get away! Get away! GET AWAY FROM ME!" I thought rapidly

My eyes widen in fear and tears started to fall freely again as I scratch and tried to punch the orange alien in the head. I manage to scratch and get some nasty skin wound on its face and manage to score some hit on its temple.

But it only serves to piss the alien more

Suddenly the orange colored alien throws me down on the ground harshly and I let out a surprise yelped. I was just about to stand up, but the alien cold hard boots stomps down on my stomach hard and force oxygen in my lungs to escape, leaving me breathless and with a new found pain around my stomach area.

The alien didn't leave any room for me to breath and started to stomp down with its boots on my unprotected body multiple times. The bird-like alien decided to join in and started kicking my head hard mercilessly, but not hard enough to knock me out or kill me right there. One of the kick sends my broken glasses flying away.

During the beating, I covered my head with my hands and tried to protect my skull from the kick directed at me but the bird-like alien knelt down, grabs hold of my left arm and kicked it had in the direction where my arm isn't supposed to bend

CRACK!

I stare numbly at my left arm that bends in an unnatural angle and a single bone is sticking out of the flesh. A silent scream escape my lips as I don't have the breath to scream out loud. With only one hand to protect my head, I finally gave in and let my hand fall down on the ground unmoving as they continue on with their cruel beating

I muttered, "Stop…S-stop it please" but they either didn't heard me or cared to stop their beating

It went on a while and pool of blood started to form around my head and my right leg, both aliens' looks like they were laughing and spat out words that I think were insults.

My vision is burry but my single good eye focus for a moment and I saw the faces of the two aliens

Both were smiling in glee

I don't know how long it was as they were beating me; all I know is that I am in pain pain pain. I wanted it to stop like last time. I just want them to kill me already. Eventually the two aliens stops beating me and seem to be running out of breath, but their sadistic smile is still there.

My breathing is labored as somewhere along the beating, my ribs cracked and its bone is pushing against one of my lugs I think as I can't breathe very well.

The orange alien spoke some words directed to me and reached down to his back to pull something out. At first I thought it was going to be his gun and end me right now. But what the four eyed alien got out was something worse.

The alien got out a knife, a kitchen knife….my kitchen knife. The orange alien must have picked I up when all the beating started…I didn't even notice he stopped stomping me and rummage through my kitchen tool bag.

I stare at the knife warily and suddenly, the orange colored alien spoke on word before the knife went down

*SHUNKK!*

I felt searing hot pain penetrating deep inside my chest and I move my head slowly to see that the knife had lodge itself into my chest. I stare for like long time before blood rose up from my throat and spilled out of my mouth.

I was choking and gasping for air but the blood keeps blocking all attempts to get oxygen down to my lungs.

I felt the knife slides out of my chest and look up to see the both alien admire the blood flowing from my mouth. Both are clearly laughing at my predicament. I stare at them weakly as I keep coughing blood out, but the orange colored alien doesn't seem to be satisfied and knelt down near my bleeding and blood soaked head and grabbed my face before lifting my chin up, exposing my red colored scar that is wrapped around my neck to the sadistic alien. The four eye alien tug my scarf loose and grinned.

I was confused at the action but I didn't have the energy to think as my liquid life is spilling out of my body. Then suddenly, I feel cold sharp steel against my throat and the alien mutter something to my ear, my eyes widen at what it is trying to do but I can do nothing but give pained moan that escapes my mouth.

I tried to struggle but as quickly as I tried to move, the cold steel move swiftly across my neck. As the alien remove the knife from my neck, I can see splotches of blood on the sides of the knife. For a moment, there is only thin line of blood across my neck that only the aliens can see.

Then it blossomed my blood ran freely from my neck and all the while staining the collar of my chef's jacket with crimson color.

The only sound in the alley now is the gurgle sounds of my choking breaths

My vision is getting blurry and darker; the alien still had a smile on their faces before turning and leaving me alone to die a slow death.

I just lay there alone and in pain as I awaited the longing death to end my suffering, soon there was nothing.

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Again I felt nothing, I couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't touch, and couldn't move. Just the fact that I can tell that I'm floating in a dark void

Soon, like last time, I regain my senses after days, months or years have passed by. I tried to open my eyes only to feel similar sharp pain on my left eye. I didn't yelp in pain as I done it before, I move my finger to my left eye and as I expected, felt liquids around my left eye.

I didn't become confused like last time; I just got out my glasses, wear it and took off to my bag that is lying against a dirty wall. I took out my phone and tapped the camera icon on the screen.

An empty left eye socket greeted me again with the same black void staring at me. I quickly got my med-kit out and started to attend my wounds. This time it was a bit quicker.

I finish tying up the ribbon knot tightly and sigh for the first time since waking up, then a massive unexpected pain ran along my throat and I cough uncontrollably. I covered my mouth with my hand to help stop it but did little of it so.

Eventually the coughing subsided and I look at my hand and saw splatter of blood painting the palm of my hand. "The hell was that pain?" I thought grimly

I look at it with great concerned before getting the phone again and using its camera to see if there is anything wrong with my throat.

My neck is covered by the collar of my chef's jacket but notice a dark stain on the edges of it. I unclipped the buttons near the collar and found out that my neck is covered with blood; it came from a single thin straight horizontal line across my throat.

My face grimaces at the amount of blood, but readied myself and proceeded to take off my chef's jacket so I can properly access the wounds. I took off my jacket to reveal a large loose black t-shirt. Once I reveal the full damage to my neck, I could start to feel stabbing pain across my neck.

I resisted a sigh as I don't want any more pain; I got out my half used medical kit and tried to clean off any blood on my neck. This time, the pain of cleaning the wound is more painful as I can see some exposed flesh along the thin line of the wound slit.

I try to block the pain and try to finish cleaning as fast as I can

Once that is done, I could see that some flesh is exposed but there is nothing I could do as I can't do stitching nor do I have the tool to stich wounds. I just gritted my teeth and start to place all of the med-kit supply of sterile dressing pad across my neck, even though it sterile and soft, I can still feel pain from objects touching the sensitive wound. I used two bundles of medical gauze as the first one isn't enough to cover the wound on my neck completely.

Once I finish tying it up in the same ribbon knot that rest on the back of my neck. I store away the almost depleted supply of medical kit and examine my second bandaged wound. It felt weird having something round your neck, but the feeling eventually will go away some time or another.

It hurts t even breath in air but I try to talk even though I know there will be massive pain if I do. I open my mouth and tried to say something.

But only air escapes my mouth with a complementary pain, I closed my eye tightly and held my neck with my hand and rubbing it softly to sooth the wounds. Once the pain subsided, I realize one thing.

I can't talk; therefore I'm a mute…

Mute

That single word rang around in my mind as I try to comprehend what it means, "I can't talk.." I thought with a blank mind. I turn my head up, expecting to at least see the sky, but all I could see are towering structure that goes up higher than I my single eye can see.

I look up for who knows how long

Before a single drop of tear slides down my right cheek and falls down to the ground

Sure I don't talk much; yes I admit that I hate talking to other people for a long time. But that doesn't mean that I completely and utterly hate talking all together. I enjoy moments where I can only talk to my father and mother without anybody interrupting.

Mother and father, I have completely forgotten about them! I've been missing for god knows how long and I don't know if I can contact with them and I still don't know where I am.

With renewed strength to get back to them, I sat down for a moment and ignore that I am sitting on a dirty-muddy floor and contemplate on what am I going to do to get out of my predicament.

"Okay, laying down the facts now.." I started think, "I'm trapped somewhere I don't know but somehow familiar with how the surroundings look, I seem to have died two time already and woke up again at the same place and time if the two..aliens haven't move to other places when I was unconscious..."

My face turn into a frown and thought, "..both alien seem to be….Aggressive and hostile toward humans.." my fingers traced the soft cloth of the bandages on my left eye and shudder a bit at the two memories of pain and death.

"I also seem to retain any injuries but if that is so.." I check my right leg and found no injury, "strange…during the two.. 'loops'…I got permanent injured in the left eye, got my neck slit and got shot in the right leg. But only two of the three injuries stayed. Maybe irreparable damage stay and wounds that can be healed disappear" I concluded

"I can't defuse any anger or aggression from the two aliens when I can't even communicate with them…but both doesn't seem to have any problem when speaking to each other. Translator maybe?" I mussed

I resist a sigh or face more pain and formulate a plan to deal with the two..alien, the word is still foreign to my mind and felt weird to have to use it multiple times.

I close my eye to think a bit and finally thought with strong determination, "…If I can't resolve this diplomatically.." I open my eyes and took out my sharpest knife and examined it with a dejected single eye, "..i have to resolve it with..violence" I finish sadly as I hate violence in any shape or form.

I can't hold the knife all the time so I have to find a way to attach it on me and have easy access to it, luckily all of my knife has a safety holster so I don't have to worry about cutting myself. I just need a rope to tie it on me.

I thought about it for a second before I remember that I have pants with strings around the waist for tightening, I am lucky that the pants is stretchable so it don't need the string anyway. I took out the pants and got what I wanted. It was pretty long so I only cut it into a rough estimate that should be enough to secure it on me.

I wrap the string multiple times on the safety holster and tie it to the back of my pants belt loop-thing in the direction of my right arm so it is hidden and at arm's reach at moment notice.

With the left over strings, I attach my second sharpest knife on my left hip, now both knives are hidden by my large chef's jacket that I will be putting on. I remember that I have a paring knife and put it on my left shoulder pocket and it fit snugly in it so I don't have to worry it falling off if I run or do quick movements.

Before I readied myself, I took out a sharpening rod and sharpen up three of my knives so all of it is extra sharp. God knows if I can even penetrate the exoskeleton of the bird-like alien. Once I am satisfied, I secured my bag tightly on me and made a tight makeshift knot so the my kitchen tool bag rest on the bottom back of my waist and low enough so it doesn't block my reach towards the two knife on my waistline.

I readied myself mentally and physically and went off to find the alley exits. Like the past two loops, it took a few turns around corners and I still keep hitting the wall because my left side is blind to me. It is annoying and I hope that it won't handicap me when things get rough in a moment.

Eventually I turn around a corner and saw the two dreaded aliens that is responsible for two of my..deaths. I notice that this particular alley way is a bit darker so I use it my advantage and sneak my way towards the two towering aliens.

I silently thank my luck that the two aliens is facing a way from me as one of them have a gun and I only have a knife.

I thought of the idea to knock the two aliens out when hey are not looking, but I thought against it as I am just a 16 year old boy and I don't know just how strong this aliens really is except they throw a very very painful punch and kick.

I was just a few steps behind them and I hold the knife on my right hip but didn't take it out of its holster and got a bit closer. Then one of them spoke

I froze and fear started to grip my mind and my heart started to beat rapidly. A few seconds passed and I realize they are talking to each other and calm myself. I move in closer till I was just a step away from them. Then I remember that when I go for the first guy, there would be some scuffles and its friend would take advantage of the situation and help its orange friend before I could finish it off.

With that in mind I stand up and barely came above the half-way point of the two towering alien torso and I hesitant for a sec before hardening my resolve and took a moment before I took action.

"Alright.." I thought to myself, "…here goes nothing"

Taking in a deep breath I use my left hand to grab my second on my hip and stab it on what I think is the knee joint of the bird-like alien till it is lodge deeply till I could see the tip of the knife sticking out on the other side of the knee joint. I was lucky that the exoskeletons is thin enough to be penetrated by a knife

I didn't stand around to admire my work and with a heave I kicked the orange skin colored alien on the back of its knee and it came down to its knee with a surprise shout and I jump on its back. I grabbed its face with my left hand and I can feel my fingers accidentally dinging into one of its four eyes as it screams in pain before I use the knife on my right hand to lodge it deep into its throat, silencing its scream abruptly. It gurgles and red with a mixture of orange colored blood started to spray around and some of it got on my right hand.

I don't have time to worry about that and I went on to deal with the second alien that is on the ground, trying to get a grip on the knife and its face scrunch up in pain.

I didn't give it any chance to recover and I quickly took out my paring knife and jump on the alien and try to stab it with my small knife. It is still strong even though it is in pain and soon I found myself flying backwards and I landed on my back in a daze as I hit my head on the ground.

I groan and winch as my throat protest at the sudden use of my throat and I look up to see the bird-like alien took out the knife with a yell, the alien throws it away and look at me in pure anger. It ran towards me with the intent of killing me, I look to my right and saw the orang skin colored alien lying face down with a pool of blood increasing in size.

My knife is still lodge in its throat

I had no weapon on me and in the frantic moment, I reach out with my right hand and forcibly took it out from its neck and I turn my attention back to rapidly closing angry alien and before I know it. I point the knife with both of my hand towards the alien and it jump on me with an angry shout.

Silence grace my ears as neither me or the alien on top of me move, eventually I push the heavy alien off of me and I see the knife I was holding before is sticking out of its chest. It's not moving so I think I killed it.

I am gasping for breath and flinch every time I inhale oxygen, my throat aches in stabbing pain. As the adrenaline wore off, I just realize one thing.

I just kill two aliens of different species without a single thought

I swallow down a barf that suddenly came up to my throat and grimace at the acidic taste of my stomach acid. Tear pool up on my single eye and sobs escapes my lips as my body quivers in shock. I cover my mouth with my left hand to control the sobs as I don't know if there is any more alien at the exit of the alley.

I just sat there with two bodies of alien lying dead on the ground, trying to calm myself

"I just killed, oh god I just killed!" I mentally said to myself as I look at my bloodied right hand

II don't know how long I sat there, but I didn't care, my one good eye dulled in sadness and shakily, I got up and retrieve my knives that is scattered on the ground

I put my knives on its makeshift holster and take a look at myself

My white chef's jacket isn't so white anymore and I decided to change it to my large red hoodie jacket as the darker color will help me blend in with the dark surrounding of this place. Beside, it's more comfortable with the warmer clothing as this place has a cold enough temperature enough to give me the chills.

Because I changed jacket, I had to store my paring knife away

I look back to the two dead bodies before I prop my hoodie up so it cover my single eye from the world and I walk out of the alley and act like nothing had happen in the alley.

I walk out and I'm surprised that outside the alley is just as empty and silent, "No wonder nobody came in here when the shouting began" I thought warily

Then I notice some familiar sounds of coming from my left and went ahead to that direction, as I follow the sound, I came across and alley way and the sound is getting louder in that direction. I walk into the alley and out into where, I hope, people are.

When I got out of the alleyway I was very surprise at what I see, aliens of different kinds walking around. I flinch when I saw two familiar species of alien but calm myself when they look different than the one I…left…

There are so many aliens and there are crowds of them, my heart beat started to pick up as I have phobia around large group of strangers. I started to sweat but I quickly wipe it off and I started to walk amongst the crowd. I am surprise and grateful that the aliens doesn't notice me and continue on with their business.

I occasionally look at the different alien and I am getting worried as I am familiar with all of these aliens but I don't know how to put my finger on it. But when I saw a blue skin colored women pass by me, I froze, I look back at her and it suddenly clicks in my mind.

"That's an A-A-Asari.." I thought in great surprise, I quickly ran up to an empty dark alleyway and I prop myself against the wall and slid down till my knee was to my chest. I grip both sides of my head with my hand and thought, "T-t-that was an Asari, that means those two aliens I..killed…was a Turian and a Batarian…"

I look up to see the surrounding structure and thought, "That means this is Omega station if I remember things correctly and this is from Mass Effect universe." My eyes widen in surprise and realize I'm in one of the worse place to wake up in the Mass Effect Universe.

"Shit!" I cursed in my mind, "I'm on a criminal haven spot in the Mass Effect galaxy and the only law here is don't 'Fuck with Aria'. Shit! I'm screwed!"

I'm panicking right now and I don't bother to calm myself as I am literally screwed, me, a sixteen year old culinary student won't survive in Omega for long as I've got no money, no proper weapons and no Omni-tool, which is an essential if you want to survive here.

"Crap I'm dead, I'm dead!" I thought grimly as tears ran freely down my single eye and I grip my knee closer to my chest and I just sob silently as I shake in fear.

Before I know it, I cried myself to sleep with a single final sad thought lingers in my mind

"I'm on Omega, and I would not survive…"

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AN: That's a wrap and I hope you enjoyed the chapter even though its dark and grim. Please review and say what you think about it. Any tips would be appreciated and point out any grammar mistake and I will try to fix is as fast as I can.

P.S if you reader notice that my self-insert character like to think instead of talking to himself. That's my true personality; I rarely talk and only talk if I am spoken to. Except if it is my parents. The phobia part is a bit true to my personality also, I hate large crowds of people and I always feel fear when I'm around crowds. Essentially I try to stick true to my own personality as it is the nature of a self-insert.

Yes, I am a culinary student if any of you is wondering.

Till then, I'm out for the midweek and now reading a comic at 13 bye bye.