Authors Note: Hello, everybody. This is my first attempt at a fan-fiction and self insert into the Mass Effect Universe, and to be honest... I have clue what I am doing so I would appreciate it if you readers out there would be patient with my ignorance.
Disclaimer: I cannot stress enough that I DO NOT own Mass Effect or any of its characters. That honor goes to BioWare and EA. All I own is the character that I am placing into this wonderful universe. Now without further ado let's begin!
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This wasn't exactly my day to be quite honest. First I had gotten kicked out of my apartment because I couldn't scrounge up enough money to pay rent, being lazy doesn't help with that I can assure you, so I was stuck outside in the rain for the whole day. Then I got mugged and lost the small amount of money that I still had. I then decided to pay my brother a visit. You know the deal, ask to crash for a few days (or months) just to get back on my feet. Bad idea, a really bad idea.
See, me and my brother have had one tiny disagreement. He had a girlfriend once upon a time and I had never met his girlfriend, so I decided to stay with them at their place for a while. Just to meet the lucky lady who might get to marry my brother of course, not to get more money... maybe, but things only went downhill from there. See, my brother's girlfriend took a liking to me during my short, three month stay at my brothers house.
Harmless flirting at first I swear! Then she decided to step it up, and she tried to... well, I'll leave that up to you. The thing is I wasn't having any of it and I decided to tell my brother how faithful she was really being. I was never able to do it however, and she wound up making it look like we were doing something... intimate, when we were doing anything but. Oh it gets better, turns out my brother was about to propose, too. Fun, right?
Anyway, big fight. Breakup. Kicked out of the house. Haven't talked to my brother since.
So, when I turned up at his place I could only guess at the reunion I would receive. I mean, after having a year to cool down I would be able to smooth things over, right? Yeah, I should be able to. He should have let this all blow over by now, so this should be easy!
After my little pep talk I walked up to the door and knocked three times. I then waited for my brother to open up the door, my confidence slowly ebbing away as I heard footsteps coming towards the door.
The door opened slightly, and my brother,Mike, poked his head out to see who had come to his not so humble abode. I could tell by the way he narrowed his eyes when he saw me that things had not blown over as I thought they would.
"What the hell are you doing here!"he snarled, looking like he wanted to punch me right then and there without letting me get the chance to open my mouth.
"I came to... try to smooth things over between us. Plus, I'm kind of... homeless now." I hung my head low as I said this, and after a few seconds of silence I looked up to see my brother looking like he wanted to kill me now.
"Why the hell should I help you!"he yelled again, spitting the last word like it was poison.
I replied with a wry smile,"I haven't asked for your help... yet." Hoping that my lighthearted banter would help diffuse the situation.
Mike seemed to calm down a little with that, but he still seemed to be quite angry. He also looked like he was getting tired of our so called conversation and was looking like he would slam the door in my face.
"Look... I know we didn't part on the best of terms,"he narrowed his eyes even further when I said that, making me cringe,"but... at least give me a chance to explain," I paused for a second, trying to think of a place that would help calm him down... maybe... no that wouldn't work... oh! I got it,"OH! I know! Lets go to that seafood place in the city our parents used to take us to! I can try to clean up this mess there! What do you say?" My voice being very shaky during the last sentence.
He seems to have calmed down at the mention of our parents, and after thinking for a minute he smiled ominously, which scared the shit out of me, and said,"Fine. Get in the truck. I have to grab something."
Great! That's not freaky at all, he definitely didn't sound like one of those sociopaths from those crappy movies. Whatever, I can probably calm him down more during the car ride! I then run over to his truck and jump into the passenger seat. Ready to get my life back together for once...
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So I was right to be scared that's for sure. After arriving at a parking garage and getting out of the truck, Mike had pulled a gun on me,which I was now staring down the barrel of. I'm not all that surprised to be honest, in fact I'm pissed, but mostly at my self. I mean, the ominous smile, the way he acted before and during the ride, heck even his sociopathic behavior had been pretty obvious, and I had missed it all! Now I have to pay for my mistake... with my life.
"So this is it then? You're gonna shoot me? Not even going to let me explain what actually happened? Fine, do it." I say with a sigh. Ignoring the sense of fear that is crawling up my spine, and trying not to fall to my knees crying and begging for my life.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The first bullet hits my shoulder causing me to jerk to the left. The second and third hit me in my chest, making me double over in pain and fall to my knees. Then, I feel the blood rise up my throat and I start coughing, courtesy of a bullet to the lung I guess. All the while my so called brother stares at me with a look of disgust.
"Wow!*cough* I always knew you were a sa-*cough* sadistic bastard and you hate my guts but this rea-*cough* sorry... I think you hit my lung *laugh... cough*... anyway this really takes the cake!" I somehow manage to croak out, despite the immense pain. Meanwhile, my brother raises the gun again. "You know what... I really am sorry th-" I don't see it coming.
Bang! Bang!
I get cut off as both shots tear through the soft flesh of my neck and I grasp at the mangled flesh in a attempt to stop my blood from escaping my body, a futile effort I know but it makes me feel better . "Shut UP! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! YOU DON'T GET TO BE SORRY!" Mike yells, the sound of a siren being heard in the distance.
Of course, I can barely hear anything now. Maybe it has something to do with the large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen, I don't really know. All I feel is the blood gushing out of my neck and pooling around my body. The warm blood doesn't do anything to warm me up however, all I feel is the cold. That terrible cold that is oh so often associated with death, pretty cliche huh?
By now the sirens have gotten closer and my brother is still standing there. He looks around for a few seconds and then looks down and smiles at me. He says something but I don't hear what he says, and he then kicks my weakened body onto it's back and places the gun in my hand. After that he runs to his truck and takes off, gone... along with my chance for a new start
Now I can't feel anything except for the cold, and everything is starting to go dark. I can't help but think of what I could have done differently and all of that cliche stuff people do when they are about to die. Yeah I'm pretty sarcastic and a jerk most of the time even in death, but whatever.
Wow... I'm gonna die... I never was afraid of death ... getting killed by my asshole of a brother just makes me angry. I can't do anything now anyway so... whatever.
I wonder what the afterlife will be like? Will it be a dark nothingness with nothing to do but think of how I screwed up my life? I sure hope not, that would drive me insane! Well... at least I'm not dying in a boring way I guess... I couldn't take it if my cause of death was some sickness, that would just be to much.
I can't really tell how much time has passed now... I can still see, albeit a small amount, and I still can't hear... the pain is still there... not as bad now...
I can't believe I screwed up so bad... where did I go wrong... my own brother killed me... talk about luck...
huh... there's actually a light... so this is how I die... so cliche...
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The police cruiser and ambulance pulled into the parking garage where gunshots had been reported. The first responders exited their vehicles and searched the garage for any injured or dead. They then came across a body laying in the middle of the 3rd floor of the parking garage. It was holding a gun in one of it's hands and was surrounded by a pool of blood.
The paramedics rushed to the body and were about to check for a pulse, but noticed the bullet holes in the man's throat. They knew with the amount of blood on the floor and the bullet holes in the throat that this man was as good as dead. So they went back to the ambulance and grabbed a body bag.
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The pain has gone away now...
I feel warm...
I'm trapped somewhere...
It's very dark...
I'm pretty comfortable...
There is some weird beat all the time...
I dunno how long I will be here but... I'm not gonna complain...
I'm really tired now...
I might just try to sleep for a while...
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Reaper: There we go! First chapter of this wonderful, not really, story is done/ rewritten! I had some extra time today so I decided to polish this chapter up. The whole murder scene was kind of plaguing my mind all day (you wouldn't believe). I don't know, it just seemed kind of... random and rushed in my opinion, so I just decided to give the brother,Mike, a name and a reason to kill our mystery OC. Don't worry, I will introduce him next chapter, which will be one of our set up chapters to help rebuild our OC anew.