Just a quick note before you read; this is my first story, so I tried my hardest to make this as good as I possibly could, grammar and content wise. NOTE: this story will be mostly outside the infamous storyline, aside from some events from the games being spoken of and featuring the DUP. Welp, that's all I got. Enjoy! :D
Chapter 1
Concrete Hell
My name? Xander Raymont. My crime? Existing. What used to be my nightmarish personal hell has now become a sad reality I've almost convinced myself I'm just gonna have to live with. Almost. To this day, even with all the negativity running though my head, there's still a small corner of my mind that still clings to the possibility that I may someday get out of this prison… Guess that's something. Anyway, that doesn't change the fact that I'm completely powerless to change my current situation right now, laying on my side with both my arms and legs cuffed together with thick, metal handcuffs. Now, when you hear the word "handcuffs" you think of little metal rings that a kid like me could just easily slide out of, right? Well, these aren't your average handcuffs. These are almost half a foot thick, shaped like a big triangle, and practically weld your arms together, or in my case, arms and legs. I remember my first night here in this hellhole, when they first strapped these things onto me. I screamed and cried like a little baby the entire night, and continued to cry until my eyes refused to shed anymore tears… Which ended up taking about a year. It's a miracle I didn't get bludgeoned to death by the other prisoners within the first week, let alone until now. I honestly have no idea how long it's been since I first got here, the only indication I have is how much taller I've gotten and the quick glimpses of my reflection I catch in the shiny reflective surface of the operating table they tear us apart and put us back together on. Neither of which are that accurate to go off of. The "doctors" they have here are the creatures that inhabit my worst nightmares. Cutting us open and pumping us full of God-knows-what. But I've since started to grow numb even to that. Now I just lay here. Waiting until they decide to throw the revolting grub they classify as food here at me, or carry me off for another so called "check-up", or take off my cuffs and throw me out into the training area to see if I've grown any stronger or faster. That's the thing about me, I'm not like the others of my particular type. Other Conduits like me are fast, but not even close to as fast as I am. I can run a lap around the whole training room in the blink of an eye, a trait that that red-haired witch of a woman finds very, VERY intriguing. The thing is, despite the malnourishment and constantly having my legs chained up, I'm somehow slowly becoming even faster, and I can't even begin to wrap my mind around that. Anyway, even now, through these thick walls I can hear the explosions, blasts of energy, and grunts of effort from the training room. They moved me to the cell closest to the training area so there's less risk of me running for it before they throw me in and close the door, so I always hear the training sessions. I always position myself as close to the room as possible so I can hear it better. It's the only thing that can even loosely pass as entertainment here. Today it sounds like Augustine is putting one of the newer arrivals through her paces. Kinda weird to refer to her as that, considering she has to be at least 5 years older than me. She's only like me in one respect, we both control neon. Although she seems more along the lines of a "normal" neon conduit, or "Bio-Terrorist" as they like to label us. Augustine refers to her as "Abigail" but pretty much everyone else just calls her "Fetch". Why? I have no idea. But that's what they call her.
From the training area I can hear short bursts of action, followed up by long lulls of quiet. Weird. Augustine must be trying to get a backstory out of her, although I could already tell she was a druggy just by looking at her once. Although it would be pretty interesting to clearly hear what's going on behind this steel wall, I'm not superman. My hearing isn't THAT good. Wait… I hear someone else… and adult male standing just outside my cell. I can't quite make out the words, but he's stammering, almost like he's pleading for his life. That's when I hear it. A Scream. A shrill, ear-piercing, female scream. Not one of anguish, or of searing pain, but one of true, unrelenting rage.
Everything seemed to happen all at once, I felt extreme heat, enough to easily fry a normal human, jagged pieces of concrete and meal all over my body, then suddenly, a steady burst of cold air. After waking up, I bring my hands up to hold my aching head… wait… my hands?! I have to take a second look to even notice that my handcuffs were blown off and lying about ten feet away in about four pieces. That's when I notice it, two sets of cuffs laying in the rubble. I have to slap myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming this. I was free. I quickly jump to my feet and stretch my aching arms and legs, which felt so good I barely even noticed that I was standing in snow. The snow felt cold and wet, easily soaking though the cheap prison slippers I had on, and my thin prison jumpsuit was no match for the bite of the cold mountain air. Any normal person would be miserable in these conditions, but I was way too busy looking up at the sun, marveling at how bright it was, and how good it was to see it again after so long. I was almost too pre-occupied to notice the DUP solders that were making their way around the rubble. Time seems to stand still. To my left, a small army of DUP soldiers. I'll probably be brutally detained just for standing up out here on the outside. To my immediate right, a broken fence that leads to a long drop, ground obscured by the windblown snow of an oncoming snowstorm. I'm not even sure if I could survive that fall, even with my conduit super healing. Everything moves in slow motion as I weigh my options, do I let them get me, and possibly never seeing the light of day again? Or do I jump, and risk my life on the off chance I can survive a drop off a huge mountain into what could be soft snow, or jagged rocks? The choice seemed all too easy once shards of concrete and bullets started whizzing by my head. "Here goes everything…" I mumble as I leap off the edge with everything my stiff and achy legs can muster.
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-CloudOnACloud