Mass Illumination - Enter The Dragon
"And next, Family Guy again, what is Stewie up to this time?"Blared the TV, what has it been? Almost 48 hours without sleep and I still have a blank page ready for my personal statement. It's only half eleven? Shit man, I should be sleeping. Pat's 18th party tomorrow, and I still need to get my Halloween costume sorted.
Turning off the TV, I walked into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. Ah, beautiful. My perfect choppers. Admiring my … devilishly good looks, minus that one spot that blossoms just my temple. Bloody testosterone. I'm 18, I shouldn't have this problem anymore. My girlfriend said it was clearing up, so I suppose that's a bonus. Oh shit my phone. Have to trek back downstairs … with my creaky stairs and broken downstairs light. Why did my family have to go away this week? Living behind a pub, in a cul-de-sac with only three houses and one street light gives a feeling of terror, or perhaps that's just me? One time, when one of mates stopped round, someone broke into next door and at three in the morning we had cops knocking my door. Dex was terrified, with all his well brought up Christian. What a hell of a tangent. I need to get some god damn sleep.
I keep seeing shadows move across my vision. This is why, kids, you need good amounts of sleep. Bloody human shaped ones. Some don't even look like that. Was … was that a fucking crocodile? On hind legs?
Bang.
What.
What.
What.
"Hu…human" the voice put emphasis on the 'a' part. Almost like you'd imagine a snake.
What.
The blow hit me before I could even register it. The numbness was the first thing I noticed. The blood … no … my blood on the wall was the second. The weird hamster like humanoid was the third … is that … is that a … a fucking Vorcha?
The Vorcha lifted his foot, 'Human.' He hissed. As his foot hit my face, the darkness overtook me.
"Fucking arg!" I screamed.
"Calm down Mack, you're safe now." Came a rather calm voice.
"What the …" I couldn't even finish my sentence as another bout of pain hit me.
"Mack. They jumped us. You got shot in the fucking head. By my accounts you should be dead. Stop screaming and count your blessings." Came the voice again. Female. Wait … female? Wasn't I in my house? With ... shit. The Vorcha … in my house … who fucking jumped me?
Opening my eyes, I immediately regret my choice.
"Mack. Stop moving. Stop waving your arms. And stop screaming. You'll just attract more. Remember your training."
What training? Stop been so bloody obscure you voice. Wait … training?
Memories flood me. Been raised by a loving family. Training with my older brother in a militia. Batarians … Batarians? And … Krogan … killing … everyone … my mother … dragging my baby sister away … both killed by a incendiary grenade … their screams … making the attackers laugh … my brother … hid me under a broken car … he and father tried to hold off … both taken eventually … I see my father beaten … they don't notice me ... as they leave … I cry … hours … feels like days but there is no night … just burning light … stench of … death. Eventually human soldiers … I run to them … I recognise … Captain Anderson? He takes me in. Looks after me … I feel lost. On my 18th birthday, I join army … no. The Alliance Military. Anderson trains me as a specialist. An infiltrator. I'm a natural sniper.
"Mack? You keep blacking out. We've lost James and Harris. You need to get back into the game you dick. Don't leave me hanging."
So. It seems I'm a colonist Shepard. But with both … my memories and … this Shepard's memories. Is this Mass Effect? Or at least it's universe? She called me Mack … So I'm not Shepard … but my own person …
"Mack! Shit … I'm not loosing y…" An explosion forces my eyes open …
Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams is staring at me.
I'm in the Mass Effect Universe. And by the looks of it. I'm on Eden Prime. Before Shepard Arrives. Shit.
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