Full Metal Contact
This is only my 2nd fic and I dont write much. But I want to dedicate this fic to the following people. In memory of Bob Consiglio, Vince Phillips and "Legs" Lane.
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I dont know if I'm alive or dead. I hear the sound of squeaking and the feeling of being enclosed. Who am I? Where am I? I cant remember anything. I cant even remember how to use my body, I feel so numb. Now I hear voices, Was I in hospital?
"Well?"
The voice sounded unpatient. But then a much calmer voice spoke, He sounded like a dentist.
"He's alive. But we dont want to alter his mind, After checking his profile I think we should try something a little safer"
Alter my mind?
"Bullshit, I dont care who or what he is I want him as our tyrant subject"
Tyrant? Test? What was going on with me?
"Sir with all due respects if we give him any type of virus shots he could become another...Albert Wesker"
"Wesker. We certainly dont want one of those"
So many questions floated through my head right now. I didnt even know who I was let anknown who Albert Wesker or any of these people were.
"Well I have a better idea sir. Why not use him for our BOW's to test on?"
The room went quiet except for a better of laughing that had erupted after the last comment. I heard something slide open and then my mind went blank.
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My eyes finally opened to be almost blinded by a bright white light.When my mind focused on my surroundings I noticed I was in a pure white room with a camera in the corner to my right which was staring at me. I arched my back to sit up to be staring at a mirror, Like the ones they have in police interrogation rooms. Were people behind the glass looking at me?
I got up off the floor and walked over to the mirror to see my reflection. I looked like I was in my early thirties in facial features and my hair was brown and matted like it had'nt been cut for a week. I more or less looked like Rambo. Rambo. I remembered the movie but where did I see it? I could remember other things but not about my personal self or life. I looked down. All I was wearing was a pair of black trousers. I was bare everywhere else, No shoes or shirt.
I looked back into the mirror and stroked my stubbled chin and noticed that my right arm which I had stroked it with had a tattoo on the side of my shoulder. It was a winged dagger with a scroll going across with the quote "Who Dares Wins".
Suddenly I felt a pain strike my head and I fell to the floor as I began seeing images. I was running down a street holding an MP5 submachine gun hearing moaning behind me. People in black BDU's were running infront of me. They were wearing gas masks and one of them shouted at me with a british accent.
"Come on boys! We have to get back to the RV!"
Then the pain stopped. I opened my eyes and I was still looking at the mirror. What was that vision? It was as if I teleported to a different world all of the sudden and I was watching a movie of myself. Whatever it was, I wasnt going to dick around trying to think about these things because it only confused me. I obviously had to get out of this place to see what was going on.
I looked back at the mirror and I banged on it with my fist. I went to shout. To tell the people behind the glass to let me out. As I opened my mouth. No words came out. I couldnt speak. I banged my head on the glass in pure anger. These bastards took my voice away.
I began punching the glass. All it done was shake and rattle. I was'nt strong enough to break it. Suddenly the wall to my right slid up into the ceiling and two people dressed in white radioactive suits. They both pulled out stun guns and clicked the little red buttons which were on the sides. A small blue current flicked on the two metal tongs and there was a soft buzzing sound.
I stepped back as they walked towards me with the stun guns infront of them. I could see their eyes behind the plastic which covered the front of their faces. They both looked at me with evil eyes. Their eyes pierced mine but I just stared back. They both ran at me. I grabbed the first ones arm and pulling it towards the other one causing the stun gun to hit him in the ribs. He fell immediatley and I slammed my elbow as hard I could into the remaining guys face. I felt my elbow smash through the plastic and crush his nose.
They were both on the floor. How the hell did I know how to do that?. The one who I had elbowed was on the floor with blood pouring out his nose lifeless. Had I killed Him?. The other one was on the floor trying to get to his knee's. I grabbed his head and pulled off the safety helmet he had been wearing.
He looked at my with pleading eyes as I stared straight back at him. He was shaken nervously. And I dont think it was from the stun gun.
"Please. Dont hurt me, I'll help you get out of here!"
With one hand I grabbed him under his chin and with a hard flick of my wrist I heard a snap. I let go of him and he fell to the floor. I broke his neck. I began to make my way to the opening. As I was just about to step through the Camera that was in the corner of the room turned on its rotor and faced me. I looked up at it and we stared at each for a moment.
I smiled and walked out the room, To escape.
This is only my 2nd fic and I dont write much. But I want to dedicate this fic to the following people. In memory of Bob Consiglio, Vince Phillips and "Legs" Lane.
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I dont know if I'm alive or dead. I hear the sound of squeaking and the feeling of being enclosed. Who am I? Where am I? I cant remember anything. I cant even remember how to use my body, I feel so numb. Now I hear voices, Was I in hospital?
"Well?"
The voice sounded unpatient. But then a much calmer voice spoke, He sounded like a dentist.
"He's alive. But we dont want to alter his mind, After checking his profile I think we should try something a little safer"
Alter my mind?
"Bullshit, I dont care who or what he is I want him as our tyrant subject"
Tyrant? Test? What was going on with me?
"Sir with all due respects if we give him any type of virus shots he could become another...Albert Wesker"
"Wesker. We certainly dont want one of those"
So many questions floated through my head right now. I didnt even know who I was let anknown who Albert Wesker or any of these people were.
"Well I have a better idea sir. Why not use him for our BOW's to test on?"
The room went quiet except for a better of laughing that had erupted after the last comment. I heard something slide open and then my mind went blank.
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My eyes finally opened to be almost blinded by a bright white light.When my mind focused on my surroundings I noticed I was in a pure white room with a camera in the corner to my right which was staring at me. I arched my back to sit up to be staring at a mirror, Like the ones they have in police interrogation rooms. Were people behind the glass looking at me?
I got up off the floor and walked over to the mirror to see my reflection. I looked like I was in my early thirties in facial features and my hair was brown and matted like it had'nt been cut for a week. I more or less looked like Rambo. Rambo. I remembered the movie but where did I see it? I could remember other things but not about my personal self or life. I looked down. All I was wearing was a pair of black trousers. I was bare everywhere else, No shoes or shirt.
I looked back into the mirror and stroked my stubbled chin and noticed that my right arm which I had stroked it with had a tattoo on the side of my shoulder. It was a winged dagger with a scroll going across with the quote "Who Dares Wins".
Suddenly I felt a pain strike my head and I fell to the floor as I began seeing images. I was running down a street holding an MP5 submachine gun hearing moaning behind me. People in black BDU's were running infront of me. They were wearing gas masks and one of them shouted at me with a british accent.
"Come on boys! We have to get back to the RV!"
Then the pain stopped. I opened my eyes and I was still looking at the mirror. What was that vision? It was as if I teleported to a different world all of the sudden and I was watching a movie of myself. Whatever it was, I wasnt going to dick around trying to think about these things because it only confused me. I obviously had to get out of this place to see what was going on.
I looked back at the mirror and I banged on it with my fist. I went to shout. To tell the people behind the glass to let me out. As I opened my mouth. No words came out. I couldnt speak. I banged my head on the glass in pure anger. These bastards took my voice away.
I began punching the glass. All it done was shake and rattle. I was'nt strong enough to break it. Suddenly the wall to my right slid up into the ceiling and two people dressed in white radioactive suits. They both pulled out stun guns and clicked the little red buttons which were on the sides. A small blue current flicked on the two metal tongs and there was a soft buzzing sound.
I stepped back as they walked towards me with the stun guns infront of them. I could see their eyes behind the plastic which covered the front of their faces. They both looked at me with evil eyes. Their eyes pierced mine but I just stared back. They both ran at me. I grabbed the first ones arm and pulling it towards the other one causing the stun gun to hit him in the ribs. He fell immediatley and I slammed my elbow as hard I could into the remaining guys face. I felt my elbow smash through the plastic and crush his nose.
They were both on the floor. How the hell did I know how to do that?. The one who I had elbowed was on the floor with blood pouring out his nose lifeless. Had I killed Him?. The other one was on the floor trying to get to his knee's. I grabbed his head and pulled off the safety helmet he had been wearing.
He looked at my with pleading eyes as I stared straight back at him. He was shaken nervously. And I dont think it was from the stun gun.
"Please. Dont hurt me, I'll help you get out of here!"
With one hand I grabbed him under his chin and with a hard flick of my wrist I heard a snap. I let go of him and he fell to the floor. I broke his neck. I began to make my way to the opening. As I was just about to step through the Camera that was in the corner of the room turned on its rotor and faced me. I looked up at it and we stared at each for a moment.
I smiled and walked out the room, To escape.