DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mass Effect. Sort of stupid that I have to say things like this, seeing that this is a sight for FANFICS, and I can't think of a way authors can get money and it's basically free advertising... stupid bureaucracy.
So this is a short story I wrote last year as a school project. It was origanally writen in Dutch (I'm an American living in Belgium), and is now in the process of being translated and expanded. Hope you like it!
I've got to find them. No matter what, I've got to find them.
I try to stand up, but suddenly I feel a sharp pain across my stomach. I look around, and see everything in ruins, nothing is still standing. It's like a sandcastle that was just crushed by a bully. Suddenly, I hear a deafening sound above me. It sounds like if someone slammed a metal container cover shut, but a hundred times louder and a thousand times scarier.
Oh, no. It's another one. Those huge ships, ten times the size of my apartment building. And they're destroying everything.
I think back to the last thing I remember. I was walking along the theatre district… and then someone shouted… a gigantic shadow fell on me as I looked up to see… one of those ships. Then… something like a giant, red, high-intensity beam and then… nothing.
But that doesn't matter now. What matters is my family. If Ferra and Velvet are still here, then I have to find them. With that thought, I force myself to get up. I can't get myself to run, but through my fear for the ships and for my family's safety, I can get into an awkward fast walk home.
While I'm walking, quickly going from cover to cover, making sure I'm not spotted, I begin to think. Where do they come from? What do they want? How did this happen so unexpectedly? You would think that a massive fleet would make a loud enough blinking noise on our radars, but apparently, everybody was on a coffee break.
I begin to work myself up. Could this be a conspiracy? Is the citadel turning against us? Or are the rotten Batarians here to take over? It can't be just that easy to attack? And where is everyone? Either they escaped or… how long was I actually out? While I hurry along, I try to start up my omni-tool, but it doesn't seem to work. Damn this piece of junk, why won't you START! I can't take it; I almost rip the thing off my wrist and- no. I have to keep it, even if it's broken. Who knows when I could use it?
I finally get to my apartment; thank God it's still standing. I should've been faster, but standing around now won't help at all. I almost smack into the door. Why isn't it opening? God damnit! At least my anger helps me force the door open. But I certainly don't need more hurdles! I sprint up the stairs as fast as I can – if the door doesn't work, the freaking elevator probably won't either. Even if it did, it would take 10 hours to go up one floor anyway. While I'm going up, I realize that there is even less soundin the apartment then there was on the streets. At least there, I saw some movement and people, even if I avoided them. Either way, this is not a good thing.
I blast through my doors and see what I expected and feared – nothing. Damnit, they have to be here! Where else could they be. I start to freak out, tearing the place apart to find something-anything that could tell me where Ferra and Velvet are, but to no avail.
Finally, after searching every inch of my apartment, I give up. I literally don't know what to do. I can't think strait. I leave the apartment and start down the stairs. I have to find something that can point me in their direction. Then I see something I didn't notice on my flight upwards, something that almost makes me lose the contents of my stomach. There's a body with its abdomen clawed open, and its intestines flowing out. He seems to have bled to death. Next to him is a gun and something even worse. It looks like, for lack of better words, a 'robot-zombie'. It seemed dead; at least, that's what the whole in its head told me. It is seriously the creepiest thing I have ever seen. Its skin is all grey, its eyes are like LED lights, sunken into its skull, it has tubes and buttons coursing all over its body. And then I realized it. That could be anyone; it probably WAS someone I knew. And that was probably the fate of Ferra and Velvet. Despair filled my being. I didn't want to live anymore. I took the gun, stuck in to my skull and – "I wouldn't do that if I were you!"
OK, so that's the first part. Don't know how many parts there will be, or how long it will take. I also don't know if this is good or absolutely horrible... oh well.
