updated 6/10/2016
Hello reader! Welcome to Remnant of the Dark Ones. I'll just admit now that when I started this I had no idea what I was going to do with it. I am happy to say that i have an idea of what i want to do now. So yeah woot!
This prequel is a re upload aiming to correct some grammatical mistakes that I had before. Hopefully there are at least less then there used to be.
Also i'll just admit it once again this prequel is a retelling of the ending to Metro : Last Light. However it does have some alterations that i'll leave to you the reader to find.
Anyways without further ado please enjoy!
"The Reds just keep on coming!"
"Hold them back! Don't let up!"
"Hold your ground Spartans!"
"Shut up and keep firing!"
"Those communists bastards won't take me down that easy!"
"Make sure to over-pressurize your Hellsings and Tihars when you're in cover! No point in going silent with them here!"
"Let the Red bastards come! My Duplet has something to say to them!"
These where just a few of the voices heard throughout the Spartan lines, coming under constant fire. Each wave of Red Soldiers forcing them back into the darkness of the Metro completely lit through gunfire alone. The battle for D6 was fully underway.
"Damn, they have shields!"
"Fall back!"
"Cover me!"
"Get off that Kalash already and use the Gatling!"
One of the soldiers complied with the order. Getting behind the gun it began to spin its three barrels faster and faster. Until finally…
Bam… bam.. bam. Bam bam bambambam!
Letting loose a near never ending volley of ammunition at the wall of shields heading towards them. Once the wall arrived at the first of the makeshift trench walls it momentarily split to allow one Red soldier to move up with his flamethrower. Letting out gouts of flames on the unsuspecting Spartans still at the front line.
"They have a flame thrower!"
"Don't let them get close Artyom!"
The Spartan at the Gatling took aim at the split, forcing the red wall of shields to reform lest they break. In their haste however one of them stumbled over a body. That in turn created an opening that the gunner known as Artyom now exploited. The unfortunate Red soldier fell and beside him his two comrades fell under the ensuing gunfire. The rest managing to climb their way over their dead comrades to reform into a smaller wall of shields. They began to push forward again.
"Bleah! Hand me a pipe bomb!" requested a Spartan officer near Artyom. Upon receiving his desired tool of choice Miller lit the fuse and threw it at the approaching wall of Reds. Landing right in front of the smaller wall the explosion knocked back the front three shield bearers. With a huge gap in the wall now visible all the Spartans and Artyom let loose gunfire onto the flanks of the final two shield bearers. Artyom taking the one on the left while Miller brought the one on the right down with his trusty Hellbreath, a battery powered Rail gun capable of launching metal projectiles at insane speeds. The wall broken the Red's began to scatter. Thunderous cheers filled the Spartan lines.
"Hurrah!"
"Hurrah!"
"Hurrah!"
"Well looks like we did it! Great job everyone!" congratulated Miller. More thunderous applause! After another second however, his tone darkened "Listen up, people. I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it did, so… fuck... the facility is rigged for demolition – I gave the order back in Polis. Now that we've lost D6, our only option is to destroy it"
"Count us in sir, what the hell, nobody lives forever." Said one of the few surviving Spartans, however his affirmation was cut short as a loud noise made itself known. Coming in from the charred smoking darkness of the Metro. The ground began to rumble as though an earthquake was being set off.
"What the hell is this?" yelled out the same Spartan.
"Shit! Not again!" Yelled out Miller "Baaack! Fall back!"
Crashing through the debris in the tunnel came a functional armored train. Crashing through all the debris as if though it wasn't even there. It was heading straight for D6! Artyom could just barely make out the red star on the front of the armoured train. The only tell-tale sign that it was sent in by the retreating Red's. He was sent flying back as debris and the force of the train sent him through several glass windows until he hit his back hard against some blast doors. He felt several ribs crack and was sure his spine cracked somewhere as he slowly blacked out.
Several Minutes ago
"You are free from your slumber" said the small dark one
"Little one did you release us?"
"I did but… not alone" The young dark one answered. Telepathy being their only voice.
"Are there more of us little one?" asked one of the taller mutant humanoids
"No… all of us here are the last of our kind. I sought to awaken my kin before it was too late" the small child stated his goal.
"You have done more than that, for that we are in your debt small one. Tell us then if not more of our kin, who helped you awaken us from eternal sleep."
"It was a human, he is strong, and brave, but also has… compassion, and regret."
"Human?... Show us!" They commanded.
The little dark one approached his much taller kin. Laying his smaller hand among their much larger arms the smaller of the dark ones presented them with psychic visions of the child's first experiences with humans. Specifically the experience of being stuck in a small cage and getting sold off to a Hanza freak show by a cruel Nazi.
"Why would they treat you so poorly? You have done them no wrong"
"Try to understand… humans… they fear what they do not know."
Now the visions moved ahead to the moment of rescue at the hands of Artyom on the Hanza train.
"This is the human that aided in our awakening?"
"Yes"
The vision now went to one of Artyom fighting off a demon on a Moscow building roof top. Using a fully pumped Hellsing arrow bolt after arrow bolt chased after the airborne Demon. Eventually hitting their mark the Demon crashed down dead. Artyom briefly changed the filters on his mask before moving on.
"Brave!"
The vision now sought to show Artyom battle with the giant mutated bear. Unloading shotgun blast upon shotgun blast from his Duplet. It featured a quad barrel attachment that allowed two bursts each pull of the trigger to let out devastating close range fire power. Eventually weakening the Bear to ultimately fall as it tried to regain stamina to flee. After witnessing several watchmen climb onto the bears back attempting to start eating the weakened bear Artyom aimed his weapon at the watchmen shooting them off one by one until they all were flung of the bear's back. Allowing the Bear to rise from his wounded state and leave the area to find its cub.
"Strong and compassionate, however you also mentioned regret"
The young Dark One nodded and proceeded onto a vision of Artyom's past. A large TV tower overlooking the shattered remains of post nuclear war Moscow. Specifically the man looked over a nest of many dark figures all looking up at him from below in what appeared to be some kind of garden. There was a faint countdown being heard. When the countdown finally ended three bright lights flew over the horizon. Soaring almost majestically as if their destination where the heavens above. Until finally plummeting down onto the Botanical garden that housed a nest of Dark Ones. A wall of flame suddenly appearing only to extinguish many sentient lives. Artyom simpy sat down on the edge of the tower looking upon the destruction below.
The Taller Dark ones contemplated the vision for many seconds. Until at last one of them broke the telepathic silence. "What are the humans doing now?"
"They… I believe they are fighting… I know that Artyom is among them right now outside this place holding off humans who would seek to harm or enslave us. However those humans are many. I fear Artyom will not be able to hold them long"
"Very well then… we must leave. Find a new home. Live."
"Are we to let the Humans to their fate?" asked the smaller dark one in a rather worried telepathic tone.
"Yes. They will not see us as equals with whom to share peace with. The fact, that they fight even amongst themselves shows them to be aggressive by nature. We fear they cannot be taught true peace of mind. True peace to coexist. Instead we shall leave them. Perhaps in time our people can try to establish peace with them again. However as they are now we best leave them to learn their lessons in only the way they can teach themselves."
Finally the larger Dark one took his first step out of the vault. Breathing in the deep murky air of the Metro. "Come!" he commanded of his kin. Each one took their first steps out of the vault with a slight sway. The swarm of black bodies making their way down the Metro in search of the surface world. Eventually they find light from the surface world guiding them. The young Dark one followed close behind his kin with his head low. Until a loud crash behind them had them all turn their heads back towards the dark tunnel in the direction of D6. Without a word all of the Dark ones turned once more to the light of the surface and kept walking. All except for one. The young Dark One kept looking back.
His memory going back to a crucial lesson he learned near the end of his partnership with the human Artyom.
Artyom found himself in a world of damned souls looking to drag down his one-time savior and ultimately betrayer. A Red, by the name of Pavel slowly being pulled on by the hands of the damned. Artyom made his way to Pavel past all the hands that clawed at him, and pulled him back from the greedy hands of the cursed souls begging to be let loose on Pavel. 'Artyom, you taught me about forgiveness' thought the little one. Without a word of warning he began to methodically teleport towards the sound of the crash.
It was not long before the little dark one could smell smoldering ruins and debris. The smell of burning corpses also permeated the air. Looking around he could see well enough in the dark to see the remains of the front gate of D6. However what had him worried was the lack of lights. Specifically the lack of colors the dark one was so accustomed to see on all living creatures. This battle had cost many lives. Of that the dark one was sure. Moving along the roof of the nearly collapsing tunnel he began his search among the few remaining lights for a single person. As the young Dark one searched for his partner. A voice rang out. The dark one could now see a plethora of color! Unfortunately it was all red with anger and killing intent.
"Secure the perimeter! Cover the exits! Stay alert, men!"
"Save your voice, Krillov, here there are only dead Spartans… Ha-ha I feel a bit like Xerxes…" Said a confidant man as he marched forth into D6. Red soldiers surrounding him and look for any Spartans that still had any semblance of fight within them. "What an unforgivable waste of men and resources… so many good soldiers lost. And for what? Polis Station? The Council? Ah well… All is cleansed by the fires of Revolution!" The Red General, Korbut, finally looked down at a groaning injured Miller. His legs missing both ending in bloody stumps at the knees.
"What a pleasant surprise, Colonel Miller!…" His eyes travelled down his body. "Or, what remains of you" Korbut said with a smirk on his face.
Miller traded a scowl at the man now standing over him. Before turning his head towards another injured Spartan near him.
"Artyom… it is.. time…" he said nodding his head to a detonator just a foot away from Artyom.
'There he is' thought the young dark one 'but how to help him? Too many red lights'
Artyom began to crawl his way to the detonator inch by inch, hidden just under a console and out of sight of the General. Korbut's eyes followed Millers gaze.
"And who might this be? Ahhh… the resourceful young man. Tell me, Artyom, Savior of the Metro… where are you going?" Artyom gave the General his own fierce scowl before placing his hand on the detonator and twisting the knob. Activating the five second countdown!
"Stop him!" shouted an unknown red soldier. But it was too late to stop.
Two..
One.
The countdown hit zero. A rush of flames now emerged from the furthest reaches of the Metro tunnel engulfing all the Red soldiers trying to run away.
"No!" said a voice in his head. In his head? Artyom ignored the new voice as his attention was now purely focused on the wall of flames coming to take his life. The whole idea of your life flashing before your eyes seemed to have some merit however, as Artyom began to consider as much of it as he could in what would likely be his final moments. His new found love, his philosophical discovery of… himself, and the new understanding of the Dark Ones, especially the younger Dark One. Oh the struggle Artyom put him through. 'I can only hope he can forgive me in the next life.' He thought melancholy.
Merely a second before the wall of flames could reach Artyom a single black figure stepped into his line of vision, and before his mind could even comprehend what he was seeing his whole world went black.
'Perhaps it is Death come to take me!' he thought in his final moments.
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