*Inspired by the story Azeroth - Gamer edition and the games Forbidden siren and Forbidden siren 2*

Warning: this story contains strong blood and gore, strong offensive language, possible sex scenes and possible disturbing scenes that is not suitable for readers under 18 or readers who are not comfortable with mature themes. You have been warned.

Chapter 1

(Dante's pov)

5:30 PM

Connecticut, Middletown

We all wish our fantasies were real...we all wished we can just escape of our usual life routines...then there are times we are never careful what we wish for...

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Then there are times...you had no idea about your past and was involved of some messed up things you had no idea you were involved in...my name is Dante Vera. I'm a 26 year old college student who got in to some serious shit all because of one game...World of Warcraft.

lt started this morning...

I was in my room talking with my friends through Skype tired as hell when I could not sleep well from the cold from the snow outside as I was playing a bit of World of Warcraft with my friends. My older brother, Marco, decided to visit me when he came back from the army though I believe he's gonna have to go back there which really sucks that this was gonna happen.

"You're not gonna play battle of Azeroth?"

That right there is Giovanni Moretti. 24 year old college student, occasional musician, technician but most of all...a childhood friend. This guy is a bit of a smart ass but does that to get people in a good mood. I known this guy since elementary and this guy had a real knack for cracking jokes that it would make his classmates hell his teachers laughter at. He's the kind of guy who can make friends easy and I was the first guy he made friends with.

"I'm calling it quits once I stop playing. Plus one of the horde players I know who was a Tauren player told me that Battle of Azeroth was terrible. Don't know why." I shrugged.

"Ugh...is this about the Sylvanas drama I hear about? о Господи(My god)...I have no problem about her. The problem is that she started point fingers at Saurfang thinking he is a traitor to the horde. Like what the fuck, man? The hell did he do to you? All because the dude is an honorable guy or something? Ugh...my head hurts thinking about it."

Can't blame him how much of a headache the lore can be in WOW.

And that is Roman Volkov. 27 year old college student and a Russian who doesn't take shit to no one. I say this cause this guy was trained in military combat at the age 13. I'm talking learning how to use a gun (he learned how to use a handgun and a hunting rifle at the time.) and CQC. How did I met this guy? It all started when at middle school there was this bully who had this bad habit harassing me and Giovanni for no reason. The teachers did jack shit to deal with him and it pissed me off that the teachers would not do anything about it no matter what they claim to say about dealing with him. So when Roman shows up and decked the asshole in the face(which to our surprise knocked the bully out.) by the time he was harassed, he gets in trouble for defending himself (I'm not joking. He got detention for a week while the bully gets away for it...well...he almost did. When me, Giovanni and several students told on that asshole about harassing other students and Roman, the asshole got himself in school suspension for probably a couple of weeks.). My father wasn't too happy(Shit...not even my older brother was all too happy about it.) that the school didn't do nothing about the bullies so he got me out of that school to transfer me to another school. So I met Roman at another school, he kind of smiled at me. Now keep in mind, I didn't expect him to stand up for me and Giovanni cause he was someone who keep to himself all the times and would not utter a word. Anyway, we became easy friends and my brother thanked him for standing up for me and Giovanni.

"I'm already done with WOW at this point...thinking about going back ESO if I am ever in the mood." I sighed as I drank my ginger ale as Giovanni and Roman wondered when we'll plan on getting back to ESO.

Yeah...it was getting tedious for me lately and I was not quite in the mood to finish the legion expansion...for the 15th time as a Night elf. Yeah yeah I know. Play another race. I get it. I was gonna be Draenei but after what me, Roman and Giovanni of two female Draenei no gear on (in their undergarments mind you.) were on the bed at the Goldshire inn who were "lesbians" who were actually two dudes doing some lesbian sex rp. One of them was a 13 year old(believe me I am getting to the worse part) who got in the fiasco. A worgen player hears this and flipped his shit shouting "Oh hell no!" and was on a manhunt to find out where the role playing was coming from(I guess he knew their character's names to react that badly). It didn't take a minute to find them and oh boy...it was awkward. Turns out the worgen player knew these two and flipping the fuck out. Turned one of the players was the younger brother of the worgen player who was just into the game and wanted to have fun. The sick fuck was a former friend of the worgen player. I say former friend cause the worgen player burned the bridge with the sick fuck, blocked him and threatened if he saw him with his brother he would murder him(Marco would too if he saw some sicko do that with me.). A few days later, the little brother was a worgen player too as he followed his older brother around like a pup learning from his father and as it turns that's what's going on except it's the older brother showing the little brother around. He was helping his little brother out on learning the ways of the druid (yes. They were both druids) and that kid did not miss a beat and was learning without any further distractions...so yeah...why I completely lost my interest on Draenei(not playing them just so we are clear.).

(A/N: I am dead fucking serious. Almost every fucking(well not all.) player sees a Draenei they will hit on you sometimes and sometimes it's the Draenei player that's hitting on you (and that's something you need to be really careful about cause there's some sick men who like to make you lose your guard and god knows what purpose they plan to do to you.). Now I have no problem in mingling with people but if you hit on me and I don't know you I'm just giving you the silent treatment. they would always get mad at me when I do this and would pull the "you hate girls" card and would always shut up when Roman jumps in telling them that I don't know them and that they should leave or he's gonna report them for harassment and they would leave me alone. If that didn't work, he would act like he has no idea how to report and I would act like the guy who knew how and they would leave knowing it was happening when Roman acted he was putting their names on the report. All the more reason why I stopped playing WOW...-_-' )

Anyway...I leaned back on my chair as I hear Marco grab his car keys as I see him head to the door. He tells me to stay out of trouble like any big brother would tell you and leaves. Now...Knowing I was not much of a fighter, Marco gave me a folding knife(this knife looked like the folding knife from Hitman 2 and I stabbed assholes to the rib to avoid vital organs with this knife who tried to harm me out of self defense when I am home alon .), a can of mace and a stun gun. Yeah...he is that paranoid of my safety.

Now...this is when the crazy happens...about maybe 20 minutes, the power was off. I was scared...at this hour it's always dark and I was on edge. I quickly took my flashlight from my desk and turned it on. It wasn't just my house. the stores hell even some car lost power and people were livid. I frantically started looking around paranoid as hell thinking I was gonna get jumped...but sure enough...I see a huge flashing light on my computer monitor and as that light got bright enough...I suddenly felt weak and just passed out...

What felt like hours...I woke up in a rather misty forest...wait...misty forest?! Ah...shit...

"Great...way to go, Dante...we just entered the hostile zone..." I groaned.

I say cause this is Silverpine forest and it's Sylvanas territory...There's no doubt in my mind that Sylvanas sent someone to check on the disturbance. Also in case if you never played hitman, hostile zone means you're seen, you're shot on sight. No second chances. No remorse. (just saying that in case you have no idea why I would say this once in a while. So expect to say me this once in a while.)

Not taking chances I decided to hid near some of the trees and worried snipers or someone was on look out and possibly watching like a hawk. Turns out there was two female Elven dark rangers dual wielding their swords heading near my area where I woke up and I was scared. I had to move and fast cause knowing them they will find me in a heartbeat. So I did. I quietly but quickly moved away from them as fast as I can. Then...

*BANG!*

A loud gunshot was heard and I didn't realize this...but I was shot...in my rib. I failed to notice a sniper who I didn't know was with the two dark rangers was on lookout and sure enough the two of them heard the shot and rushed to the scene as I am clutching on my wound and I hissed in pain. It didn't stop me to keep running...

*BANG!*

Another shot fired this time it hits the tree bark and almost shot my head. At this point I was losing consciousness and I wasn't gonna last long. I ran and ran and ran until...

*BANG!*

Another shot this time I got hit in the leg...I fell to the ground hard with no energy left in me. Was I really gonna die...? It was all a blur but I hear the two dark rangers talking about that they were brought a blood elf hunter on lookout and I kid you not...

"What strange clothes he's wearing...where is he from?"

Yup...first thing that comes out of her mouth was that. There was no paranoia of me being a spy or why was in Horde territory...the other dark ranger did not care as she takes out her crossbow, loads a bolt and points it at my head. I forget that most of the times when the undead kill you, you join their ranks (I don't know cause I never play undead but I think that's how it goes.) and you're forced to serve the bitch queen-Ahem-sorry. Serve Sylvanas or stay dead for good.

I just close my eyes and waited for inevitable to happen when suddenly I hear agonizing blood curdling scream from a distance and I hear the dark rangers freaking the fuck out wondering what the hell is going on. The silence was unfuckingbearable...then suddenly...

"SHIT! IT'S THAT DEATH KNIGHT!"

I slowly open my eyes a bit...my vision wasn't entirely clear but I did see what looked like a woman in heavy black armor and a hood. No doubt night elf. There was another dead silence probably because the death knight saw me and screamed like a pissed berserker and as I hear the sounds of blades meeting flesh along with screaming. I felt something wet on my face which I knew right away it was blood. I tried to crawl away but the moment I saw that death knight, I froze in fear. From my experience of death knights, they have no remorse and will most likely kill you in a heartbeat. To my surprise...she picked me off the ground as I am on her shoulder and she leaves the scene with me. I was still scare out of my mind wondering what the fuck was going on but my gut feeling tells me she can be trusted since she seemed to have a huge grudge on the horde...I just hope this doesn't bite me in the ass if I turn up dead...