Something beyond fate

Darkness… why did that chill me to the bone, It sounds like something more than… it sounds more like a warning. I can feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up but I can't place what the heck has got me so on edge. What is that feeling…?

"Hello? Can you hear me?" I stiffen, is that the danger, the darkness, I've been feeling. Admittedly the voice sounded to… light to sound like it belonged to any kind of threat, but my voice wasn't all that menacing either so I decide not to use that as a proper way to judge. "Great, I picked a deaf guardian." Sarcasm dripped from the voice.

I turned around to be greeted with the sight of a little… thing. Definitely some sort of robot though. "I'm not deaf just…taking it all in." It was true, I kept trying to place where I was but I couldn't think of a place that looked like a scrap yard…know that think about it…..

"We should get moving," Well, there went that thought process "I'm sure they'll be here soon." "What will, and what are you…actually start with where the hell I am." I couldn't help starting to get annoyed, it mainly stemmed from confusion though."I am sure a million questions are going through your head and I'll answer them but we really do need to go…follow me." And with that the diamond looking thing took off toward some sort of complex. "Hey, wait, Where are we going…where are we!" I called after it, I wanted answers soon. After making it clear if I didn't hurry I was going to be left I decided to move to catch up. "What's your name at least." I called out to the floating diamond. "I don't have a name, although I suppose you can call me 'ghost' it at least answers what I am. Now please keep up." The now identified 'Ghost' kept floating ahead toward the facility. There was writing on the side of the building, but I couldn't even understand what it could possibly be, much less what it said.

"It's Russian." The ghost said.

"Yea, it doesn't make sense to me either." If only I could figure out the language….

"No… that wasn't a metaphor it's literally Russian." Was that annoyance?

"Oh, what does it say? Wait, where are we?" Now I was really starting to get concerned, I don't know Russian so why would I be somewhere was Russian is. And why does everything look so "I am legend" well more dead like. The ghost kept moving on and I followed "Currently, we are in what was formally known as 'Russia'." That sent my mind reeling.

Russia that had to have been some kind of a mistake, I lived in… wait, where was I from…why can't I remember? This don't make any sense… it doesn't matter though I know I sure as hell didn't live in Russia.

"What do you mean 'Russia'? I don't live here." I said in a mix of disbelief and frustration, I NEED answers, this is starting to drive me insane. "Well, technically this is what we refer to as Old Russia." The Ghost supplies. I opened my mouth to start screaming at the thing that 'this is insane' and that this is some sort of prank, instead what comes out is a strangled gasp as I heard some sort of screech. Whatever the hell that sound was, it wasn't anything human. It sounded like something to fear, this…this had to be whatever that voice warned me about the Darkness. "Oh no, The Fallen! We have to hurry, don't stop, keep moving." The ghost said panic clearly laced in his voice. "Don't have to tell me twice." I ran and I didn't stop until I came into a room that was too dark to even see. "Hold on, I'll see what I can do." The ghost said, starting to float around. It was then that I noticed that the Ghost had glowed, like a lightbulb. I wanted to call out and ask more questions, but then all of a sudden I was blinded by light. "Ughhh, whyyyy!" I called out only to hear that unnatural shriek yet again, but louder and much, much closer. Looking up I saw dozens of those things, the darkness. "We need to find you a weapon quickly!" The ghost said. Behind me a gate had opened up and lying on box was a gun. Jogging over to, I turned back to see the creatures crawling up the pipes and railing. "That's a Khvostov 7G-02, a true instrument of war." Ghost said thoughtfully,

"It looks battered and worn." I said checking the mag to see it was full, odd, but useful. Quickly grabbing a bunch of mags to go with it I pressed on. Moving down a corridor I started to hear something above me. Bang! A grate fell down along with a creature. It stood eye level with me, with blue armor and wearing some sort of scarf. It wielded a knife and some sort of gun with jagged spikes. It hissed at me before lunging to go for the kill. "OH SHIT!" I quickly raised the gun and shot at the creature managing only to stagger the creature. It hissed out of anger, I moved to the side and narrowly avoiding its dagger. I quickly kicked it in dick…or where its dick should be…seemed effective as it feel down, dropping its weapons. I quickly used the butt of my rifle to knock out the Fallen. "Huh, well that was…unorthodox." The ghost chimed in, I walked over to the pistol and picked it up. "Cool, now I have a backup; and what do you mean unorthodox?" I holstered the pistol and asked the ghost. "Normally, guardians kill the minions of the darkness, not leave them alive and taking their gear." The ghost elaborated.

"Well I'm not a guardian, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on since I woke up, and right now you seem to be the only friend I seem to have." It wasn't untrue. Even if I didn't completely, or at all for that matter, trust the ghost, it was the only thing that didn't try to instantly kill me and seemed to know what was going on. The ghost stopped.

"I have a question." the ghost said in what I could only assume to be a serious voice, "what do you think happened to you."

I furrowed my brows at that "I don't know some sort of cryo sleep or something."

The ghost lowered its eye some…. Was that regret. "You weren't sleeping…you were dead."

…what the hell?