Elfen Lied: Red Shift

Summary: Half Life: Blue Shift showed us an alternate view on the story of Half Life from the perspective of Barney Coulhan. Now meet Jason Mitchell, a security guard in charge of protecting a strange, unknown specimen in a science lab where his warnings are "Don't get within two meters of it or you're dead."

Author's notes: It's my first crossover so go easy on the reviews. This time it's a cross between Elfen Lied and Half Life: Blue Shift with some minor reference to the original Half Life, EndWar, Haze, and a few other series.

Jason "Downtown" Mitchell is an OC of mine that I developed way before I joined FanFiction. I might make a character bio chapter later on if some of my OCs' background story confuses you. In short, he's a 19 year old elite soldier that started in the army at age 15 and got promoted REAL FAST (okay maybe it's not that cheesy but that's what it is in a nutshell) You may also notice that I didn't mention anything at all about what the characters are wearing or what they look like. Two reasons behind that: 1) All characters that are not mine you can search up the series where they are from and get the idea of what they look like. 2) I've changed the costume of my OC for two years and I am still undecided on what to make them look like. Feel free to give some suggestions on what they should look like in a review.

Jason and Pete are the only OCs in this fanfic. All other characters (or maybe most. I might make more as I write) are properties of their original creator. Sgt. Morgan Duvall, and Sgt. Shane Carpenter for example (there are too many for me to name them all right now), are properties of Ubisoft from their game Haze.

This story is written from the perspective of Jason, my OC, although there are areas in the story that will change into a thirdperson perspective of other characters. The prologue, I admit, is long and boring but it's mostly story so think of it as the calm before a storm. Trust me. Things pick up a lot in chapter 1.

Please be nice in the reviews. Don't expect anything amazing from my writing as I'm getting a low A in grade 9 English and I only write as a hobby in my spare time. My writing style was inspired by that of Tom Clancy novels.

Warning: This fanfic contains severe violence and language.

Prologue: Black Mesa

"How the fuck did I end up with this job?" I asked myself as I got off of the transport helicopter. I approached the front entrance of the gigantic laboratory. I sighed to myself and walked inside. "Demoted to security guard. Once a top rank sniper of JSF. Now just a guard. That's fucking bullshit!" I said to myself. I could just tell this was going to be a long day.

My name is Jason "Downtown" Mitchell. A former elite trooper of the black ops group of JSF (Joint Strike Force). But a little "mishap" at the grenades and explosives training yard and I was demoted to this lousy job. A stupid security guard at some strange experimental science facility! I should be out supporting the frontlines with an AWP! (Author's note: The AWP is the most powerful sniper rifle of Counter Strike for anyone not familiar with guns.) Instead, I'm stuck here with small arms loitering around a building trying to prevent chaos. As if anything ever happens in a place of science. I can still remember the day they demoted me...

"What the fuck are you talking about!? It was an accident!" I yelled at Duke, my superior. "Accident or not," he answered, "You still crippled one of your comrades with what you claim was a 'misthrown' grenade. You should consider yourself lucky. Normally I would just kick a misbehavin' son of a bitch like you off of the force. But since your record does show you as a strong member of the JSF, I'm only demoting you to security at one of our research labs till you prove yourself to be useful again." He was right about the good record part. 56 confirmed headshots all of 'em over 100 meters in distance. "That's bullshit!" I snapped back, "You're demoting me to one of the worst jobs in the world! A measly security guard can hardly be considered a soldier, let alone an elite sniper of my rank!" His only reply was, "That's what you get for messin' with 'nades." I clenched my teeth in rage. My right hand slowly balled into a fist as I made a lunge for his face. In my attempt to punch out his teeth, he simply dodged my strike with a slight duck of his head to the left and returned the attack with a strong punch to my guts followed by a straight kick to my face. I was knocked back several meters onto the floor. "Heh. You sure are a piece of work. Aren't ya?" He said. I was about to get up when I noticed two shadows behind me. I turned my head around and saw two of the other frontline grunts of JSF. "Take this sack a shit away." said Duke, "I don't want to see his face anymore." Each of the soldiers grabbed one of my arms and started to drag me out of the room. "I'm going to fuckin' get you for this! You're going to fuckin' pay!" I yelled back before I was removed from Duke's office.

And that's how I ended up here. I entered the big building and looked around. The sliding doors were a nice touch. The place looked more like a hospital than an experimental science complex. I saw the front desk and the secretary behind it. Nice lookin' chick. Long brown hair, mini skirt. I walked up to her and said, "Hey, I'm the new guy here. Demoted from JSF. Any idea what the hell I'm supposed to do here?" She looked up from her computer and stared at me for a moment. "Oh right!" she replied, "I was told you'd be here today. You're supposed to head to the armory for gear and an assignment. It's just that way." As she pointed out the direction of the armory, she tipped over her coffee cup and it spilled onto the keyboard of the computer she was working on. For a hot girl, she was quite a clutz. "Oh no! Kurama's going to kill me for this!" she said aloud and ran off with the coffee cup and the keyboard which she ripped from the computer. That was a Japanese name she said. What could the Japanese be doing over seas here in USA? (for story purposes, I made it take place of the coast of California) Well, they have brought us a lot of military technologies. That 50. caliber anti-tank rifle was in particular a big success. At any rate, I started in the direction that the girl pointed me in toward what I hoped was the armory.

It didn't take long for me to reach where I was supposed to be. I found a door that had in big letters "Armory" plastered on the front. I looked for a doorknob but there wasn't one on the door. But I did find a keycard scanner. The problem was I didn't have a keycard. I knocked on the door and asked "Anyone in there?"

Dr. Gordon Freeman was reporting in for another day of work at Black Mesa. He walked into the building and picked up his clipboard of notes from the front desk. Oddly, the secretary was missing. He ignored the fact and continued on his way to his locker where his stuff was in. He was walking down a long corridor when he heard slamming ahead of him followed by a string of curses. He thought this was an odd thing to hear and went to investigate.

"Fuckin' hell! Open up!" I yelled after attemping to bust down the door with kicks, punches, and a bodyslam. Nothing was opening up this door except a keycard that I didn't have! I was about to slam into it one more time when I heard someone to my right. "Whoa there! What do you think you're doing?" he said. I turned to my right to see someone who looked like a scientist. Or atleast someone who worked here judging by the keycard. "Do you have a way of opening up this door?" I asked him, "I'm supposed to be in there recieving my security orders. I'm new here." I saw a sense of realization in the guy's face. He said to me, "Oh, so you're the new kid on the security team. I heard about you from my co-workers." Why does everyone here seem to know about me already? "Here," he said, "I'll let you in." He took his keycard and scanned it into the device. The door gave way and allowed us entry. We both walked inside. I looked around a bit. There were plenty of guns stored here. All clean and properly shelved in wooden cases. For a science complex, it was packing quite a large amount of heat. I noticed there was someone inside sitting on a bench. He was cleaning a gun with a rag. The guy with me walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The guy cleaning the gun reached to his ear and pulled out a set of earphones plugged to an iPod. That would explain why no one heard me outside. They both returned to where I was standing. The one cleaning the gun said to me, "Gee, sorry about that. I was listenin' to my tunes. Couldn't hear you knocking. Well, now that you're here, let's get you suited up. Hey, Gordon," he said to the guy who opened the door for me, "Stick around for a while. This kid's assigned sector is near your lab. You could show him around on your way there. Hey newbie, what was your name again? Jason, right? Follow me." He started down the isles of gun shelves. I followed close behind him.

He made his way down about seven rows before turning down one of the isles. "So what brings you here to Black Mesa?" he asked. So that's what this place was called. "I was demoted here from JSF. I was high ranked too until an unfortunate grenade accident landed me here." I answered. "Damn, that must suck." he replied, "The name's Pete. Pete Hector. I'm in charge of the guns around here. I manage who get's what firearms and I'm also in charge of keeping 'em clean and ready for use." He stopped on one of the smaller shelves. "Ah, here we are." he said. He picked up two guns from the shelf and handed them to me. They were a compact pistol and a mini uzi. "I'm sure these are small arms in comparison to what you used at JSF." Pete said, "But here at Black Mesa, security guards are only assigned small arms for emergencies only. Those assault rifles and SMGs are for sectors that require high levels of clearence and store the most top secret projects. Places that you won't be." I checked the guns for a moment. The uzi, while small, atleast packed a decent punch. 32 bullet clip and a good feeling grip. It wasn't an AWP, but it would do. The pistol was a simple compact pistol designed to fire shots with minor stopping power. This, I could tell, I would avoid using. Pete threw over a couple magazines of ammo. I loaded them both and holstered the spare clips. "Remember," said Pete, "safeties on at all times. Only use those when needed." "Yeah, yeah." I replied while checking that the safeties were on with both guns. I holstered the pistol on my leg holster and the uzi on my belt. We returned to where Gordon was waiting patiently. "Alright. He's all suited up." said Pete, "Jason, you're guarding sector C today. Gordon, show Jason here to his post. Oh, and I almost forgot." He ran to a folder that was sitting on the bench he was on earlier and pulled out a keycard. "This is for you." he said. I took the keycard from him as we left the room.

We started to walk down another set of corridors that soon ended off at an elevator. We got in and Gordon scanned his keycard into another slot next to the floor buttons. To my surprise, a panel folded out of the wall and three more buttons appeared on it. Next to each button read X1, X2, and X3. "What's up with these floors?" I asked. Gordon pushed the X2 and X3 buttons. "These are the high clearence floors. Normally, they all store top secret projects but recently, Black Mesa has recieved a special... I guess you could say 'specimen' to study. All high priority study has been shifted to the X3 level. That's where I'm working. Any related undirect work is being handled on X2 and X1. You've been assigned to sector C of X2. It's an area where some of the review work is done on written studies and reports." Gordon answered. "Wait. Why am I working on a high clearence level of Black Mesa on my first day?" I asked. Gordon took a breath and said, "The thing is... Well, the majority of high ranked security officers have shifted to X3 and not only that, there have been numerous deaths on X3 related to the 'specimen'. That means we're currently shorthanded on all other floors, especially X2 and X1. And as I said, X2 and X1 only hold semi-important information now. Meaning they are currently considered low clearence levels for now" "Deaths?! What the hell are you guys studying on X3?!" I demanded to know. "That is to remain secret. Ah. Here's your floor." said Gordon. The elevator must have dropped down about 15 feet. I got off and said my goodbyes to Gordon. He continued down the elevator to the mysterious X3.

I saw a large painted arrow pointing to the right that read "Sector C". That was my post. I walked down the long empty corridors and hallways. It was quite empty down here. Other than the occasional scientist that crossed my path, no one else was down here. Kinda lonely I must admit. Little did I know that starting now, my life was going to become a whole lot harder.