Prologue: End Times
Isaac awoke. His RIG was blinking red, nearly two bars of health left. His battle with "Nicole" had been taxing. His thoughts then immediately drifted to the marker. What happened to it? He then remembered the events of that fight. The nightmarish thing that posed as Nicole, the shadow children surrounding him and dog piling him in order to stop him from destroying the very thing that kept them "alive". The explosions coming from the area of the government sector brought Isaac back from his train of thought. He knew that he was done for. He felt like shit, his suit was injured to an insane degree, and even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to escape the explosion that would encompass the entire station. But at least Isaac would die with the fact that he had done it again. He had saved humanity from the horrors of the marker, and to an extent Unitology as well. Both were equally horrible forces to contend with, but he managed to defeat them nonetheless. He chuckled in his head. Savior of humanity twice in a row, and what does he get? An explosive death. Fitting, he supposed, considering he had done the same to most of his foes. He gave a glance at his main tool of destruction, the Plasma Cutter. How many times had he used this thing to best his foes? How many times has he held it up, with its blue dots assisting in annihilating the horrors that crawled and slashed its way to him? Isaac chuckled again, but for real this time. He accepted death, and besides, even if he did survive, how would he cope with the things he had seen and done?
He couldn't even finish his thought when the explosion took him.