Havyk: Rolling Thunder
Author's Note: Please note that everything in this story is fiction and takes place in the future. Also, it is not based or similar to the game Crysis. I just needed a title and it sounded good. I would like to thank my fans who made this story possible and the extra push to get the job done. Expect more, longer chapters!
Chapter 1: A Harsh Awakening
It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.
-Robert E. Lee
"Fall back!!" the General yelled, but it was too late. The F-22's had released their bombs, and the brave soldiers who ran up to the enemies were burned out. I watched in horror as our guys were burned and killed. They stumbled back and fell, burning in their own armor.
I jolted up in my bed and opened my eyes. "Just a dream…" I said to myself. I looked around me and everything seemed white. "A hospital," I said to myself. I thought back on what happened…
Thousands of enemies had died… We were being overrun... The last thing I remember was being shot by friendly fire and… and… I had died, hadn't I? I HAD died. So why am I here? Is this heaven? Because I'm pretty sure hell looks a lot more different.
It didn't look like a normal hospital either. It was like I was in Area 51 or something. Everything was white. There were no windows either and the air smelled of antibacterial freshener. Hell, I wasn't even hooked up to one of those heart monitors. Just then someone that looked like a surgeon came into the room.
"Remain here," he said in a calm voice, "We are seeing if you qualify." With that, he left the room.
Qualify? For what? I had never requested for anything. Damn, my whole body hurts… crap.
I rested down on my bed and stared at the ceiling for many minutes and soon I got tired. Eventually, I fell asleep for many hours. When I woke up again, I was chained to the bed.
"Hey, wha-?" I said.
The same man I had seen earlier was beside me with a syringe. "Please remain relaxed. This will only take a minute." He injected something into me and almost instantly I became tired. I tried to fight the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. But it was no use.
Hours later, I again woke up. No lights were on, it was virtually pitch black, when a voice boomed on a speaker, "Please find the exit."
"It's pitch black," I grumbled to myself. "How am I supposed to find it?" And then I saw it, the small crack that you would normally see on the outside of a door on the wall. "Huh," I grunted to myself. It was too dark for a normal person to see and I didn't understand how I saw it. But I went to the door and opened it.
Three Marines were there. Marines? I'm in the Army! I thought to myself. They opened fire, and I shut the door. I didn't know how I had the reactions to do that. It was too quick, even for me. I barricaded the door with a trashcan that was next to my bed. Again, it was white.
"Please do not barricade the door. Neutralize the Marines or you will not qualify."
"The hell-?" The Marines pushed through the door and tried to shoot, but in here, they couldn't see anything. I stepped in front of a Marine, yanked away his weapon, and hit him with the butt of it. I didn't know what was happening, but everything seemed to go in slow motion. I used it to my advantage. I shot the others, and the crack of the bullet signified that they were plastic, meant to knock out, but not kill.
"Your instinctive reactions will guide you through this obstacle course. Please continue through."