A/N: okay, so i seem to have started another fanfic. what a surprise. haven't had time to update my other fanfics lately D: sorry. anyway, onto the first chapter.
disclaimer: i own all the characters, except most of the humans that are unfamiliar to the games, movies, and anything else are real people that are my friends :) Jason, Corona, Sahara, all of them are real people. this fanfic started because we all threw in our ideas and such. i got permission from them and they let me put them in this story *nod* Heather is me lol. Jason and Razor are mine :P and when i say 'mine' i mean 'mine' in real life too 3 this chapter is kinda short but the next chapters will be much longer, i promise :3
Message One: The Experiments
Back then, no one really knew what it was. The newspapers called it the New Way Devil. The Indians had legends about it going back centuries. Returning in the hottest seasons to hunt its favorite prey: human beings. And it was hot that night in New Way City; the hottest midsummer ever recorded. The night that Bruno Borgia, God of Gangsters...died.
And so it began. This tragedy of two worlds. This epic fall and rise of men and monsters. A story of power, revenge, and unnatural love. The Devil had broken the law of its own kind; it had made itself known to its prey in a devastating and humiliating way. And worst of all, it had survived the exposure. We now know that these creatures are nomadic; bound by strict clan loyalties, unbreakable taboos. Disgrace and exile were all that one could expect from breaking its laws.
But nothing simply ends. The events of that sweltering night in June, sent ripples through time. We humans had dissected the technology from the tools the Devil had dropped in its haste, we had made ourselves masters of a technology unknown on Earth, preparing ourselves for when next they came hunting in the hot season. So we sent it back to atone for the sins of its past.
Driven by advanced alien technology.
Ruled by a dynasty of crime.
What once was New Way City had blossomed into Neonopolis: City of Light.
Present Time, Neonopolis, 8:39 PM Thursday, June 17th. Borgia Industries Building.
It was freezing in the labs, as hot as it was outside, it felt like it was snowing inside. Heather headed back to the locker rooms to grab a jacket, or she couldn't continue these experiments. She ruffled her long black hair and heaved a sigh, searching her pockets for her keys. Glancing around the blank metal walls and the soft glow from the computers, seeing other scientists staring into the glass screens and typing onto the keyboard. A thunderclap boomed through the outside of the walls, and caused the lights to flicker once or twice. She looked up at the lights and stared for a minute, before pulling out her keys and sticking them into the lock.
"Cold, Kitten?"
She turned her head to see a man with long black hair, sitting down in a swivel chair in front of a computer. "Yes. The storm must've knocked out our heater." She replied, rolling her eyes and opening the door, making her way inside.
"Might want to get an extra coat. The power might get knocked out completely soon." He replied.
"Sure thing."
Walking along the aisles of lockers, putting her hands in her pockets to keep them warm. With a few of the lights blown out, it sent an eerie green-ish glow throughout the room. Such a thing creeped her out, even if she wasn't alone. She was even surprised that she worked here, since medical tools and cutting open things literally made her want to be sick. Maybe it was just being able to be around a bunch of aliens? She did find them interesting. However something in her mind that something, just something would eventually go wrong.
She pushed the thought aside again, not wanting to make herself paranoid tonight. Finally finding her locker and opening it, pulling out a black hoodie with a gunround logo on the back. Closing her locker, she threw the hoodie around her shoulders and stuck her arms in, pulling the jacket on and snuggling into it. It wasn't the best, but it was all she had right now to keep herself warm.
Making her way out, she opened the door again and stopped in her tracks, keeping herself from running into the black haired man, who was close to opening the door. "You got a new assignments, kitty-cat." He said.
"What are they, Jason?" Heather replied, making her way over to a computer and typing something up.
Staring at the papers in his hand and reading through them, it was a minute or two before he replied. "You got...four of those Yautja things. They were captured a couple months ago and they're being transferred here from another company." He said.
Heather looked up at him, eyes squinting. "What other company?"
"Eh, someone called Weyland Industries." He said.
She shook her head. "But...Charles Weyland has been missing for years, how can the company still be in control?" She said.
Jason shrugged. "Not sure but that's where these guys are coming from. They're being set up in the containment level." He said.
"Gotcha." She nodded, hitting the return key on the keyboard and stood up. "Let me know when Sahara gets back. She said she'd left to get us something to eat and she's still not back yet." She rolled her eyes.
"I'll do just that." He said, waving at her.
She headed towards the elevator and pressed the 'Down' button, sticking her hands in her pockets again to keep herself warm. A soft 'ding' was released as the doors slid open, two women were standing inside. One looked spanish and had fairly tanned skin, dark brown hair with her front bangs dyed a bright hot-pink color, and the other had short, straight hair that covered her ears. The spanish girl looked up at Heather as they exchanged greetings.
"Is my boisterous sister back yet?" The spanish girl asked through her thick accent.
Heather let out a chuckle. "Not yet. I just told Jason to let me know if she got back anytime soon."
The spanish girl nodded again and patted Heather's shoulder, making her way out with the other girl. "Yeah, well, make sure she comes straight to me after she gets here. I need to talk to her about the weather system." She said.
"I'll tell her she's up for a lecture." Heather laughed, stepping into the elevator.
"Just make sure she gets it!" The girl said and walked off.
Heather pressed one of the buttons on the elevator as the doors slid shut. If there was one thing that Heather hated, it was being in an elevator by herself. She'd encountered a few problems with them before, and all they did was make her paranoid. She looked down at the floor and ruffled her hair again, uncomfortably. Another thunderclap roared from outside, and the lights flickered twice. She tapped her foot impatiently, but kept her head down, staring at the floor. She certainly hoped that she wouldn't be the only one taking care of the four creatures. The place made her paranoid enough already, she didn't want to be by herself while experimenting on four Yautjas at the same time.
Finally, the elevator came to a stop, and Heather quickly made her way out, avoiding the other scientists who were heading into the doors. Walking down the dark hallway of black and grey metal, looking around at the halls that lead to the experiment rooms where other Yautjas were being held. Some had a damp green color to their skin, after being surgically altered. Some had their hair cut off all the way to the tips of their heads. Some had given up on their minds, and gave into becoming slaves. Others were stubborn, and occasionally tried breaking free. They always wound up getting captured again, though.
Coming to a stop, Heather looked up at the sign that said 'Room 1000', which was Heather's own experiment room. She pulled out a card and swiped it through the terminal in front of her, as she then typed in a password, causing two round cylinders to extend out. She leaned in and placed her eyes into the goggles as a red laser ran over her eyes, lifting up the goggles as the word 'Confirmed: Welcome Doctor Adams' appeared in bold green letters on the screen. A faint beep was released as the doors slid open similar to the elevator's. She placed the card back in her pocket and made her way down the hallway and performed the same thing to the second termial that was next to the final door. After hearing the last beep, the doors slid open and she walked into the large white room, seeing four Yautjas cuffed to autopsy tables.
The smallest one had dark brown skin, with black spots lining the sides of its arms and legs. The fair sized one had somewhat of a green-cream color to it, with dark brown spots that looked similar to a leapord's. The second largest one had fairly pale skin, it almost looked white, but it wasn't close enough to be white. It had black stripes lining the outside of its arms and legs, the markings that looked similar to a tiger's. And the last one, which was one that was larger than the other three, had a deep tanned skin, and had few spots in multiple areas of its body. These seemed different from the others that had been captured, and Heather thought that she just might be excited about spending time with these four.
As she walked in, staring at the palest Yautja, she saw two other scientists at the corner of her eye, and walked up to the girl with electric blue hair pulled into pigtails, the other was a bit taller than the two, he was tan and had a similar appearance to the spanish girl that Heather passed earlier, and his hair was short and dark. Heather scratched her head before looking back up again.
"Presea." Heather greeted the blue haired girl.
"Kitty! Your friends are here." She smirked, nodding towards the four creatures.
"Yeah, yeah." Heather waved a hand. "Please tell me that I'm not the only one experimenting on these guys." She asked.
"Aw don't worry. I'll still be here, but Jake's already got another assignment, right bud?" Presea said.
"Yeah." The man replied. "Gotta go examine these guys' masks and armor." He said.
Heather nodded and walked over to sit down in a swivel chair as she began typing on the keyboard. "I'll see you guys in a while." Jake said before leaving. After that, Presea went and stood behind Heather, watching her type. After a long silence, the intercom let out a scratchy noise, and a voice was heard over the speaker. Jason.
"Kitten, Sahara is back. You want me to send her up?"
Presea pressed a button and stepped away from Heather. "I'll come and pick her up."
"Alrighty then."
And with that, he hung up. Presea and Heather looked at each other. "I'll be right back. This shoudln't take too long." Presea said before leaving the room.
Heather continued typing, until she froze again after hearing a soft gurgled purr come from one of the creatures. She slowly turned her head to look at them, but all she could see was their chests slightly moving up and down from breathing. She shrugged and stood up, figuring that she might as well go ahead and sedate them before they began experimenting. Walking over to a tray that had tools all over it, she picked up a needle and walked over to the first table with the palest Yautja, and looked down at him. On his forehead was a strange marking: it was two swirls that had a couple of circles on the ends. It looked like a different version of a Ying Yang symbol, and she wondered if it was a tattoo or not.
She smirked at the very thought of it. "Well aren't you a beautiful creature." She chuckled, looking down at the small computer on the side of the table. "Let's see...what's your name?" She asked no one. Typing something into the computer, the words 'Code Name: Razor' came up in green letters. She looked back up at his drugged face and let out a faint grin. "Huh. So your name's Razor." She said quietly to herself. "Time to go night-night." She said before lifting up the syringe and stuck it into his arm.
After that, she walked back over to the tray and refilled the syringe, as she walked over to the smallest Yautja and retyped the same thing into the panel on his table. This time, she had all of their names revealed onto the small screen, as she held the syringe in one hand and typed with the other. After a minute or two, she looked up at the smallest one. "Bleeder." She said, as he barely opened his eyes at the sound of his name. "Razor, Bleeder, Neon, and Grinder." She looked at each Yautja as she said their names. Slightly shaking her head, she prepared to stick the needle into 'Bleeder's' arm. "Strange names." She said.
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A few hours after Sahara's return, the three girls set up and began preforming painful experiments on the four Yautjas. Some were difficult for Heather to watch, even if they were dangerous creatures, some of the experiments were too painful for her to watch. Nervously rubbing her neck, she turned her head away while receiving a comforting pat from Sahara. When they pulled out the scalpels and knives, it was time for Heather to leave. Those kinds of tests were just too much for her.
"Almost done, Kitten." Sahara said.
Heather nodded slowly after hearing an electric shock behind her.
"Done." Presea announced as she removed a pair of goggles from her eyes.
Heather nodded. "Alright. They need to be placed in the test tubes for the rest of the night." She said, turning around.
The other two nodded. "We'll finish our experiments in the morning." Sahara nodded. "However, you'll probably be on your own, Kitten. Me and Presea gotta take over for Jake. Apparantly, these guys' tools are far more advanced than the other Yautjas we've captured." Sahara shook her head and waved a hand nonchalantly.
"What about the experimental hybrids?" Heather asked. "Swift Knife, Stone Heart, Long Spear...you know the ones." She said.
"Oh, those..." Presea put a finger to her chin and looked up thoughtfully.
"Those are still being worked on." Sahara said. "Mistress Lucretia doesn't quite know what to do with them yet. They're just rotting away in their testing tubes." She said, shrugging.
"Besides. Hunter is more interested in these four." Presea nodded towards the Yautjas beside them.
"Well, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. Be careful out there, with the Serviteurs and Dead Men going at it again." Heather waved as her friends stripped off their gloves and tossed them into the garbage before heading out the doors.
"We'll call you once we get home."
"You'd better."
The doors soon shut after they'd gone, which left Heather alone and staring at the four Yautjas with her arms crossed. She sighed irritably and dropped her arms, walking over to Razor's table. "Okay, Razor, time to put you to bed." She said. In that split second, the Yautja shot a death glare at her, letting out a deep growl. He was obviously becoming agitated.
Heather took a small step back and made a face. "That won't do you any good, buddy. You ain't got no choice anyway." She said as she began to walk away, until the Yautja let out a fierce roar and quickly snapped his right hand free from the shackle and quickly grabbed Heather's wrist in a hard grip.
Heather's head snapped around and looked at the angry Yautja and let out a squeal. "Oh Christ!" She exclaimed, feeling his razor sharp claws dig into her skin. Eyes widened, she stared at the Yautja as she clawed to get her hand free.
("L'ulij-bpe Ooman!!") He roared, flaring his mandibles.
Heather's eyes widened even more at the fact that she understood what he said. "OH MY GOD, YOU CAN TALK!"
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TRANSLATIONS:
L'ulij -bpe Ooman!: Crazy human!
weeell? should i continue?