A green plateau was what greeted an individual, one who could not look at it with awe, but rather boredom and contempt. The grass was too vibrant for the being, too full. It made the act of retching upon it seem proper. Of course, that was not possible. They were born without the ability to do so. The being sighed, a more human action than most who share the space with him try not to imitate. They thought it lowly and disgusting, to take on such social behaviors of mere mortals. However, the being understood that a sigh every now and again could do everyone some good, and that understanding was from experience.

The dark cloud once more let out a sigh without purpose, simply doing so for the sake of spitting on the others. The angels looked down on the being, even though the being had existed for longer than they have. It detested them greatly. Only because of the job it needed to fulfill did it even stay up here. A small thought bubbled up within it, memories from their experience on the mortal plane, or Earth, as they called it. The development of things called 'video games' had grabbed the attention of the being, and it had stayed excessively long down there to indulge in such activity. It was probably the only entertaining thing down there now. Everything else was boring. The yearning for the ability to play these games was slowly growing. It even had a favorite game, which a favorite anything was generally unheard of for ethereal beings, especially if it is a mortal subject or item.

Boredom was something dreaded by the being. The longest that it had gone without doing anything besides its job – never mind, the thought was too tantalizing to think about. A small feeling pricked the back of its mind before the surroundings suddenly changed. Instead of the endless, green life of the plateau, an old, decrepit house surrounded the dark cloud. It grumbled slightly as it began to move slightly. The movement gradually grew more deliberate and accented, as speed increased, only for it to finally shape into what was a human being.

The first thing it decided to do was smell. Taking a breath through the nostrils, the being hunched over immediately and began coughing heavily. It blinked its eyes and squinted as tears threatened to spill over the edges of its new eyelids. It could only barely make out the inside of the house through its tears. There were no lights on. It was dark. Not a problem for it, but when it took a step forward there was a crunch like glass underfoot. Looking down, it again sighed.

"A drinker…" the callous male voice stated before perking up at the sound of the voice, "Oh, that's a satisfying voice."

The being cleared its throat before singing down a musical scale. It was always entertaining when he visited the mortal plane. Deciding he was satisfied, he began to look around more. The housing was not in the best condition. Empty bottles of alcohol were littered all over in stacks or piles. An ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts that smelt fresh, and a slight haze was coating the air within the house. The figure looked around the room, its eyes stopping on a wall. The pale blue light shone through it but it was not illuminating anything. No light leaked off this one.

"This soul is dreadfully trashed. I wonder how he died." It spoke with a slight tilt of his head before he navigated slowly through the room. It was akin to a maze, beer bottles and garbage paving a plethora of waves through the house. Finding the right path that led to the hallway towards the back of the house was not troublesome, but neither was it easy. A few moments later and a sigh of relief, the now-man walked away from the stench that was present in that room.

The floor changed from carpet to wood when he stepped into the hallway. This segment of the building went down about three feet, opening up to two rooms on the left and right sides. The blue light was dull and flickering slightly, causing him to click his tongue.

"Either way, you are not going anywhere good," He stated as he approached silently through the right door, "You were someone who left this world with nothing, and as such shall be returned to that."

He finished what he was saying as he stood silently, looking on the disheveled bedroom with a simple frown that betrayed nothing. It was not saddening in that someone had passed, but rather the sadness lay in how unkempt the corpse that lay upon the ragged bed was. Death was a beautiful thing, but people like this soiled it much like themselves. The dull blue apparition flickered only slightly as it stayed put above the body.

He sighed, "You cannot go back. You should have made better decisions so that it did not come to this."

A more violent, yet still small, flicker was the response.

"No, you will not be in any more pain. At least," He smirked slightly, "Not here."

Silence from the blue light was all that met, and with that, the man walked forward. He stood above the corpse and bore his gaze into the orb of blue light, only to bring up his right hand. Grabbing the apparition, he snorted at the resistance that it attempted. It did not want to leave, but that was against the cycle. It needed to go.

"So, based on you yourself, I am going to decide whether or not you deserve either Paradise," he stared on at it in recess, "Or punishment."

That was when he clamped his eyes shut and tightened his grip on the apparition. The blue light squirmed as it felt its essence being probed and looked through. The exposure was not painful nor comfortable and was far from an afterlife. The man watched the past of this one soul with the decision of its destination in tow.

After a second longer, he opened his eyes and glared upon the slightly flickering dull blue light. His eyes narrowed as a final decision finalized.

"You have known pain and suffering of great amounts, yet have inflicted much the same. Usually, that would mean purgatory but," He paused as a small smile graced his face, "I'm sure the big guy can make a few exceptions every century or so."

The shaking of the apparition ceased for a moment before glowing a little brighter than before. The man smiled as he lowered the ball of light and tensed his right arm. A moment later, there was a might underhand toss straight up, the ball of light flying at unknown speeds through the roof and outside, disappearing into the day's blue sky.

He sighed. It was a slightly happy feeling that hit the being every time he did that. It was rather harsh to send souls to Hell like a game, but it was his job as Death. He was able to make this decision, as he was unbiased to those of the surface, at least to some extent. He was supposed to be impartial, but he could bend the rules a little bit every now and again.

Suddenly his face hardened as a small whisper breathed in the back of his mind. It caused him to sigh again as thick black clouds enveloped the person, replacing it. He needed to prepare for the next one because almost every voice conveyed that someone was going to die soon. This one said exactly that.

Death's job was yet to be over.

"So, when are you starting your new job?" A woman asked with a giggle. She was currently a passenger on a motorcycle, holding tight to the driver of the vehicle. The driver slowed down as he came up to an intersection and stopped. Taking the short amount of time, he flipped his visor up and looked back at her with piercing blue eyes.

"Next week on Monday. It's just a press work at a commercial printing company," He replied with a hint of joy, "it pays well though. We'll be able to get a house within the next year at most."

"That's great, David!" the woman exclaimed, quickly tossing her hands in the air as a smile graced her face. He smiled in return before flipping his visor back down to pay attention to the intersection. Just as he did so, the light turned green, and he accelerated without warning. The sudden shift caused his passenger to let out a yelp as they shot forward, her arms immediately wrapping around his torso.

David chuckled a little while keeping his eyes on the road. He felt so lucky to have Izabelle in his life. He could not imagine where he would be without her. When he was first coming into college, he was alone. No friends to speak of, not to mention his families lack of financial support towards his tuition. He was lucky to get a good scholarship and grants, as it helped him stay above water when it came to living expenses and supplies. He was still not doing well though. He was on the cusp of failing a majority of his classes, and his roommate left within the first month and a half of the year. He had been in a troublesome spot.

Then, his new roommate had arrived, and everything changed for the better.

Izabelle's arrival was more of a shock than anything was. David had expected to get the news before his new roommate – whenever it would happen – would arrive. However, that was not the case. Towards the end of the week, he had awoken to the noise of someone entering his room. It took him a few moments to realize that someone was in his room in the middle of the night. When he did, he panicked.

He had a large amount of practice breathing through his diaphragm. Despite the fact that he was a bit of an oddball in high school, he was on the National Honors Society and a part of a choir for a long time. The latter was important, as because of vocal warmups and practices, he was capable of yelling loud. That was exactly what he had done, and in doing so had scared his unknown roommate. The reply was instantaneous and a shrill scream that was deafening.

Either way, a friendship was born then. They got used to each other over time, and soon they grew into something more. He was just a few months away from getting his Doctorate in some area of the medical field – he could not think about it all now. He had to keep his attention on the road.

Turning onto an onramp towards the freeway, the sound of sirens caught his attention. They were getting closer, as one siren split into two. Whatever was happening, it was certainly big. David's vehicle balanced out as the onramp turned into the freeway. Traffic was light, which lent a large amount of space for him to move on the road. The sirens were getting louder.

David suddenly got a feeling that made his stomach flip, "Hey, babe?"

"Yeah?" she shouted over the noise of the motorcycle. David glanced back once or twice before saying anything.

"Take my helmet and put it on would you?"

Izabelle's grip tightened on his waist, "What, why?"

"I've got a feeling, and it's making me worried. Please, Izzy, put it on," David insisted from the front of the bike. She reluctantly grabbed the sides, gently pulling it up and off his head. Short straight black hair became free from the holdings of the helmet, as white skin soaked up the evening sunlight. Blue eyes narrowed as the wind hit his face, but he quickly adjusted to the difference in the atmosphere he perceived through his senses.

The sirens were even louder now. Cars ahead began pulling off to the shoulder to make way for the police. David did the same, maneuvering to the left shoulder of the road with a few other cars. He stepped off the motorcycle and looked down the way he had come for a moment to spot the police cars, wherever they were.

Suddenly, a series of cracks that emanated from the same direction, along with screeching tires. A horn went off in the distance and did not cease, holding the tone for what seemed like ages. A brown, beat up car became visible as it turned wildly onto the freeway. Sirens were blaring now as police vehicles came up the same way. The sound drowned out as a man sat out of the passenger window, a rifle in hand and a wicked look in his eye, and lowered the weapon.

The loud crack of bullets leaving the muzzle was enough of a signal.

"Down!" David yelled, turning towards Izzy who was getting behind the motorcycle. Turning back towards the scene, police were practically riding on his tail. Some pieces of concrete chipped and sprayed in all directions as the crazy bastard shot wildly. Some round came close to the motorcycle, making David's heart skip a beat each time. He was crouched behind the motorcycle with Izabelle now, but he did so in a way that made sure to protect her.

"He's about to pass us," He stated and looked at Izabelle, "It'll be done shortly."

"This is the scariest thing that's happened in my life so far," She attempted to lighten the mood. Despite the fact they were outside, he felt trapped. Sealed off from any help.

The brown vehicle was a few feet away, continuing to fire rapidly. Concrete began to crack and chips of it were flying in complete disorder. The police were still practically on his tail though, bumping the vehicle once or twice. Curiosity gained the better of David as he shuffled to the edge of the motorcycle. A police car attempted to spin the vehicle out but was unsuccessful in the attempt. A few more deafening cracks of the rifle broke through the sirens before a force hit his chest as if someone had punched and knocked the wind out of him.

Then, he couldn't breathe.

The vehicle sped by them as David staggered slightly. His ears stopped working for a minute as pain shot through his upper torso. He saw one of the many police cars stop by them, and proceed to exit their vehicle. Bringing his hand up to his chest as he stood and holding them over his chest, he was shocked when his hand came back slicked red with blood. Time slowed as he turned around to face his lover, his gaze meeting hers. The absolute horror and shock that she showed confirmed what he was thinking. Legs became weak as breathing failed him, and words could not form in his throat. Sounds began to come back muffled, and his vision blurred in and out of focus. He watched as Izabelle stood up as time resumed to its normal tempo, and caught him as he began to collapse to the ground.

"David!" Izabelle's cry of sorrow and horror echoed within the reaches of his dulling mind. Another body made their presence known, glancing at different spots on his body before grabbing the radio on their chest and calling something in.

Izabelle's lips moved, but no sound came out the world began to feel numb once again. All sound faded and his vision began to go black. He could not breathe nor move. The darkness was creeping in along his vision, and he let it. Despite the fact that he was afraid, he also found it soothing, peaceful even. Even as the love of his life hovered over his body, shaking him in an attempt to do the impossible, he began to let go. He felt his being rise up as blackness took hold of his vision, and all sound ceased.

Suddenly, David was there again. At the scene. Almost no time had passed, but he could see himself – no, his body. He watched as the officer performed CPR profusely on his body, while Izzy was screaming her pain out to the world.

What a fucking mistake.

"Yeah, it really is," a voice spoke behind him. For some reason, he did not turn around. He could see everything around him, so there was no purpose of turning anything. He was adrift in the afterlife. Either way, he was not exactly ready for what he saw.

His lover stood a few feet away from him, strutting up to him slowly. She was wearing exactly what she was wearing down there, next to his dead body. The black shorts and boots, with a white t-shirt and dark blue vest. Her black hair was the same way; a fun bob cut that had blonde edges. Her violet eyes shone even brighter than usual, and their gaze froze him as he was. He could not move as she approached him, holding a hand below his orb-like body.

"This is honestly a pitiful sight. The ignorance of others allowed an accident like this to happen. The odds of this happening at all were a million to one, considering how it happened. I am sorry for you," they stated, their voice tender and caring. It took a moment for it to sink in, but realization struck him nonetheless.

"You're not actually…her, are you?"

"Huh, you are a cut above the majority if you can figure that out," she chuckled slightly before her body began to morph, "I'll choose a form that makes you a bit more comfortable."

Shadows moved as time seemed to stand still. The personification of Izabelle began to distort awkwardly, growing taller and darker before finally fixating on a form. A skull as clean as new ceramic took the place of its head. A dark, smooth cloak covered the beings body and a hood floated down over its head. Its right skeletal hand held a long staff, and a curved blade stuck out like a thorn on a rose. Horror slowly left David's corporeal form and filled with a stilling calm. He knew what was happening. It was too obvious.

He had died.

The being placed its left hand on top of the orb, "Don't worry too much, this won't hurt. At least, not physically. Maybe the emotionally?"

Before a reply was possible though, David's vision suddenly shifted and began rushing through numerous scenes from his life. He shivered as a cold feeling began caressing his very being, all the while images kept flashing as if he was reliving them.

His first word – "Doctor."

His older brother pushing him around when he was five.

His parents divorcing and remarrying off and on.

Bullying.

His father drinking and slurring.

Video games.

His mother letting it all happen.

Almost flunking out of high school.

Getting into his dream college.

Izabelle…

Oh, Izabelle…

"Ah, I see. A victim. You have been that all your life, yet all you wanted to do was save people. It is why you delved into the medical field. Honestly, I'm impressed," the being commented, still holding on to David's form.

"Also, I saw you played some games too. Quite a few, in fact-" David cut off whatever it was saying, "You are strange."

The robed figure chuckled once more, "Sorry, forgive me. You see, being Death can sometimes be…boring. I've had to indulge myself in the past, and video games have more than trumped my list of favorite forms of entertainment."

There was a pause for a moment as the figure – now identified as Death itself – looked down quickly in thought. If anything, it was quite strange. Death was very calm, not frightening in the slightest. The presence was actually welcoming. All David could do was sit there floating, contemplating what Heaven or Hell would be like. Only, his time for thinking was cut short, as Death looked up, staring back at him with interest.

"Do you want to still help people?" the shadow inquired, inclining his head to the left a little.

David did not even have to think about this answer, "Yes!"

"Good, because you might be able to. Just…not here," Death turned solemn at that moment, "I cannot bring you back to life here. It isn't possible, plus the guy upstairs would be pretty angry."

David frowned, which translated to a sudden vibration through the orb. Death began to shake his head, "But, I can put you somewhere else where you might be able to help others. You see, I am actually incapable of taking care of all the death in the world. It seems silly, I know. However, it is true. Therefore, I sometimes have to ask the others for help."

"Others?" David inquired with confusion evident in his voice.

"Ah," Death began, "I was about to get there. You see, because every human being has a conscious paired with a powerful imagination, it means there are many things that are troublesome to explain. The gist of it is this: Everything you could imagine, everything you have created, is real. Whether you understand it or not, it does not matter. You read a book. Say, you imagine voices for characters, et cetera. That all becomes real. It becomes part of your – god, what's a good way to say it? – Multiverse Spectrum. Those characters look like how you imagined them, sound like it. It goes for everything. If you play a game and customize a character, you have now started a universe in the same spot as that character. Can you understand what I am trying to say?"

"No, not exactly?" David was only more confused. When had he had multiple universes to himself? That was simply ludicrous! It would put him in the bracket terms of a God, and it was just unfathomable. Where was this conversation going? Why couldn't he just move on already?

"It means that alternate versions of reality are created for each and every individual here dependent on how much they use their imagination. For example, you read the historical fiction book, Guns of the South, and then bam! You have now created an alternate universe just for imagining what the scenes look like, how the characters sound, all that stuff," Death rotated his wrist slightly in a gesture, "Do you kind of get it now?"

"I'm…still not quite reaching what you would call 'comprehension'," David replied with a little less confusion but was still puzzled. Death seemed to sigh if the gesture it made was any indication.

"Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. A. Different. Universe. And. Help. People." It stressed each word for each individual syllable that left the entity. If Death were in another form, then spit would most likely be flying out of his mouth.

It took a moment for David to come up with an answer, "Y-yes!"

"Great! That's what I wanted to hear!" Death's sockets grew wider, but David ignored it. The light started to swirl around him as he felt another presence grab at his form.

Death seemed to scratch the back of his head, looking down slightly, "So, I should probably mention this before you leave abruptly. I don't know where you're going, so you'll have to figure it out when you get there. Also, as far as I know, I can't check up on you all the time."

"Alright," David acknowledged with a shake of his form. He seemed to grow brighter, as his vision seemed to grow more unfocused. Death seemed to take notice and immediately began rushing.

"Oh, um, ah – gah, what else was there? – Oh, that's right, you might wake up with-" however before Death could finish, when a sudden flash of light illuminated David's vision. Confusion clouded his mind as he floated in darkness. Questions mulled over constantly in his head as he tried to discern what was going on. Could it be he was in shock? He could be alive and simply fallen unconscious and his subconscious tried to show a shock-induced hallucination. On the other hand, maybe it has been a dream all along. He could not keep his mind straight as he spiraled through the darkness, wailing a crescendo as the horrifying realization set in.

He had no idea.

Death sighed as it stared at the place the orb of David Schaden had been, "-Without a body. God, he was grabbed quickly!"

"Well, I best get back to whatever I usually do. I won't be able to watch him all the time or whatever they call it, but whoever pulled him will hopefully get him started," Death turned around as black smog seeped off his being. It looked down as it thought about the predicament he started.

Becoming very sincere, Death spoke in barely a whisper, "May the luck of the universe flood your life force and I hope you find happiness and peace in your new life."

Then, The Grim Reaper disappeared in a cloud, leaving the mortal plane to resume its work.

Darkness was the only thing there. David sat, stood, lay; simply existed in this darkness. He did not know where he was, when he was, nor how he was currently there. He simply floated in the blackness with no sound to make or receive. He simply was.

Suddenly, he felt a presence clasp around his form like a hand grabs a ball. It pulled at him, before finally yanking him out from the blackness. Color flared in his vision in streams and sounds boomed together in a colossal tidal wave. His senses flooded and he felt himself hit a surface shortly as a vibration sent throughout his body. There was the feeling of laying down, but he could not feel what he was laying on. It was as if his senses were gone. He couldn't see, hear, or feel anything.

David tried straining his ears or moving his body, but nothing was working. He couldn't scream or squirm. He felt helpless. Every moment, however long a moment was still, was horrifying. He never would have imagined that death would be like this. So much uncertainty, so much nothingness. He would never allow someone to feel this as long as he was able to save them.

A small whisper began to arise from the back of his mind, but he ignored it. Doing so seemed to make it angry, or aggravated, as it became louder over time. It was still hushed though, until the voice had had enough, and yelled out the contents of its message.

OVERRIDE - Manual Control received.

Suddenly David's vision came back, along with hearing and touch. He awoke with silence, trying to breathe in. But he couldn't. No noise or feeling of taking in a breath was present. Yet, he was still fine.

Turning his head to the left and right slowly, he took in his surroundings. Green was what he could see above and around him. A breeze was audible and visible as the trees swayed. Blue skies broke through the tree cover as a golden light did just the same. Noises from the forest could be heard, yet when a – whatever animal – jumped onto his chest and caught his attention, there was no feeling. No pressure to indicate that it was there. That is when he saw it. His body was not his anymore.

David brought his right hand forward to feel his chest, only the arm that came forward was not his. Or rather, it was not one he was familiar with. He jumped after being startled, sliding up slightly. He heard the ground scrape as he did so, causing him to look within his immediate vicinity. He appeared to be in a crater of some form, albeit a very small one. He then decided to take the time to look at himself, what he was now.

Metal had replaced everything. Every limb, every muscle fiber, everything. A shiny metal that seemed similar to titanium coated his body. Using his legs and arms, he stood up from his position on the ground, silently noting how well the neurological responses were. They were crisp and fast, more so than the average human reaction. If the reaction time of an average human was between half a second and a quarter second, his could now narrow down to faster than that. He couldn't do the math at the moment, but he could hazard a guess.

Suddenly, text began to show up over his vision, reminding him he hadn't felt his face. He brought up a hand to where his mouth should be, but could not feel an opening. No jaw structure or nasal structure present, meaning he had no way to breathe. Then how was he alive?

The answer came in the form of a voice in his head.

Would you like to keep system vocal assistant active?

Yes or no.

David became confused when he heard this. System vocal assistant? Either way, the idea of voice in his head that wasn't his own wasn't agreeable. He wanted to shiver at the thought, but he didn't receive the chill down his spine like he thought he would. And so, he promptly selected no. Text presented itself in the bottom right corner of his vision.

Recalibrating software.

Thought processor functionality at sixty-seven percent.

Body structure at one hundred percent.

Bodily functions at eighty-eight percent.

Synthetic nervous system at thirty percent.

Full functionality analysis: seventy-four percent.

Reading through it all caused him to be confused and worried. The act of reading it was easier than it should have been. He didn't need to focus his gaze on the text like one would on a computer screen, rather it was presented visually and within his own mind. Like he had thought of it himself. What it was and how it worked could be figured out later, at least it was somewhat better than a voice in his head.

Another line of text displayed itself with a small, barely audible beep.

Organic skeletal structure intact. DNA damage: none.

David mulled over the words for a moment before looking down at his body one more time. The silver plates of metal that was his body had slight divides in them, reminiscent of a bone structure. However, they were not. Through some of the slits, he could see what was underneath besides a very minute amount of wiring.

Human bones.

Primarily, he could see the humerus of both arms and tibia of both legs. They were in what could only be called perfect condition, a white shine to them that was unnatural. His chest was only slightly the same, a ribcage barely seen through a small opening in the center of his chest. He could not confirm other bones now, but again, that was on a very short list of important things.

Looking around, he decided on a direction and began to wander. He needed to figure out where he was, when he was, and what he was. The situation was strange and would usually cause him to panic, but he was able to remain calm. Any and all random thoughts were immediately stored – the best description for the process he felt in his mind – and then he became focused on the simple goal he had. It was also very conveniently put into text in the bottom right corner of his sight.

Goal: acquire data on location, time, and purpose.

The way it was all presented was so robotic. It made him want to ponder what he was even more. Alas, he was unable to, because the idea was sorted away in his mind like books in a library. Once he reached some form of civilization, he would find all his answers.

A loud crack boomed in the distance, originating from ahead.

Walking had turned into running as the sound of what could only be explosions called to him. The trees were still blocking his vision, but from what he could tell, it was coming from the sky. The grass had been degrading as he got closer, turning from a lush green to a dry yellow, and it wasn't long before he saw the tree line disperse into a desert-like land. Another explosion sounded, however, it had a more physical presence this time.

The ground quaked as a shockwave blasted through the trees, almost throwing David back towards the ground. It didn't though, and he kept running because of it. His footfalls were not loud, but he noticed that he sunk into the ground with each step. His weight kept tearing the ground up when he pushed off, but he ignored it. Another thought cataloged for later. He broke through the tree line and was half tempted to shout in joy at getting out of the woods, but decided against it as he looked up. Explosions were heard, but what caught his attention after them was a sound he needed, but had hoped not to hear.

Yelling and screaming.

They cut off with another crack. David looked in the direction they had come from and immediately bolted. The least he could do was see if he could assist them. A rock was up ahead, and that was when he heard the sound of gunfire. They were small arms, using standard rounds. Wouldn't do much for - He stopped moving and thinking for a moment as he became confused with himself.

How did he know that?

It shifted to fear quickly before calm soothed him. He would worry about it later, what he needed to focus on was helping whoever it was that he could. He began running again and weaved around the giant stone. As he did so, a view met his gaze that he had never wanted to have to see.

Red stained stones and yellow grass as they bodies lied around. He looked at two of the nearest ones and confirmed that they were human. Weapons lay haphazardly around the entirety of the small battlefield, and the armor they donned looked oddly familiar. David couldn't recall exactly where he had seen it. Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping against metal broke the silence. Turning over towards the noise, David was thankful he wasn't able to gasp. A large spike had extended out of some contraption, with a human corpse stabbed into the top of it. Their limbs dangled lifelessly from it and their eyes were agape, a trail of tears evidently having been leaving his eyes before he died. It brought his gaze downward toward the origin, and a small beep went ignored as text appear.

Status update – Full functionality analysis: one hundred percent.

Synthetic nervous system: Repaired.

Bodily functions: Repaired.

Thought processors: Repaired.

Operating at one hundred percent capacity.

He ignored the feeling of rocks and dirt and grass beneath his feet as he recognized the robotic figures below him. Slanted figures with metal frames stared up at the human-turned-kabob. Purple and blue lights were their faces. Names, places, times, all the information came rushing back to him full force before being automatically compartmentalized in his mind.

Dragon's Teeth. Geth.

David looked upwards, and could only stare blankly at the large ship that almost looked like a hand coming back to pick him up and whisk him away.

Reapers. Sovereign.

He was on Eden Prime, during the first invasion of the Geth from out of the veil.

He was in Mass Effect.

David did not notice that he was unconsciously classifying each moving machine as a hostile, nor did he notice when they all became outlined in red. A piece of text presented itself again and he felt his body begin to adjust slightly. He became taller. His vision became clearer. Sounds came to him easier, and he could hear even the slightest change. Nerves dampened once again to barely feeling anything, but just enough.

Combat fortification made. You may engage hostiles.

And his world went black.

Hello, and welcome to my Mass Effect Project.

I hope that the beginning was interesting. Believe me, the rest is coming in the next chapter. These will be long chapters each time, so it will take a while for me to put them together. Also, I would like to mention that I have not played all the Mass Effects, I haven't even finished the first one. Ant and all knowledge can be attributed to the wiki, other works here on the site, and the occasional video I've watched.
I honestly hope this enjoyed, and while it might be a little cut and dry at the moment, I have different plans for this that should set it apart from the rest.

Happy reading!

B-ThreeOneTwo