So this is the first FanFic I've ever written. I want this to be a whole massive story, spanning the events of ME1-post ME3, but it won't follow them letter to letter. My other chapters *hopefully* won't be written in this kind of flash back style, it just needed to set the character and the tone. So I hope you like and stuff and please review and stuff okay out.
His feet hit the floor and he's off to a running start, shots flying overhead, like glowing hummingbirds. He looks back. Ten, no twelve Geth return his gaze. His eyes widen. Focusing his mind, he sends forth a shock-wave strong enough to send them flying. He keeps on running, the electric taste imbued in his mouth. Ducking round a corner, he finds the shuttle. He runs towards it, with renewed zeal, his breath ragged, harsh. The shuttle's engines start firing. He runs towards the cliff. Jumps. He flies through the air. His fingers brush against the side of the shuttle. He falls. Then it all goes black.
Michael was an estranged child. He was always the one gazing out of windows at school, his abundantly frizzy long brown hair obstructing his eyes. His parents thought that there must have been something wrong with him. Their questions were answered on his 5th birthday.
"Michael, give me the spoon". Michael looks at the spoon, then back to his father.
"Make me". His father takes a hold of a spoon, but trying to wrestle it off Michael is like trying to take a gun from a Krogan.
"Michael O'Reilly, give me that spoon now!" Michael yanks the spoon back and in a fit of rage, throws it at the wall.
Into the wall.
3 inches into the wall.
From this day forth, they knew his potential as a biotic. He was fitted with L5x implants not soon after. His parents here contacted by Conatix, who wanted to place him on the BAaT programme.
"Where am I going mummy?"
"You've always wanted to go to space, haven't you Mike?" His mother's stern face is now soft, comforting, her eyes betraying a glimmer of regret, denial.
"Am I going there now?" The seven year old is practically bouncing, happiness emanating from his smile. The shuttle officer barks at them, telling them to board. With an unreasonable amount of coaxing, Mike boards the shuttle.
"You be brave for mummy now darling!" The shuttle takes off, the heat from its thrusters comforting to Mike's mother's now damp cheeks. It flies into the distance, becoming an inconceivable speck, until it's gone, and it's like it was never there in the first place.
"What's your name?" Opposite Mike sits a girl with shockingly ginger hair and bright green eyes.
"I-I'm Mike".
"Nice to meet you Mike, I'm Jess!" The girl is bubbly as anything, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she's been torn from her parents.
"Do you know were we're going?" Mike says in a voice lower than a whisper.
"My mum said we're going to Gagarin Station, the Alliance's largest deep space station!"
Micheal looked out of the window, and the cold, dark abyss stared back at him.