Chapter 1: Well this is… Interesting
Author's Note Part 1: Alright, I'll admit it. Reading other categories in Fanfiction while I'm trying to update my own was a horrible idea. You can't really blame me though! I was getting bored of the other categories I was reading, so I started to read some that I only knew a little bit about so that I could get a surprise from events that I didn't know about. And it worked… With a different outcome than what I was hoping…
Because of this, I ended up getting pulled into this series, and started to want to post my own story… Much like how all my other ones started out. So, this is my newest story that I've posted. However, I'm going to try my best to make sure I keep up on my other stories as well, that way they won't get left behind… Again.
But, a warning to all of you reading right now. I don't really know that much about this series of games, so I'm only just watching some playthroughs of it in order to get a feel for the characters, as well as the outcomes that I'm going to have in here. Also, know that it might take a while for chapters to come out not only because I'm focusing on my others, but because I am not a fan of attempting to write out what happens in video games. Why? Because I have to try and either watch or play the game, and write out most of the dialogue, while at the same time making up my own. The reason I say most, is because I don't want to only focus on the script in the games like I usually do for my other stories that focus on TV shows, and instead make sure to have more variable deviations because my character is a part of the story, thus changing outcomes more significantly.
As such, it will take a while to get out chapters, especially when I start to put my own twist on it. Yes, I've heard a little bit about the endings, and I've got to say, I'm upset with what I've heard so far. I don't have that much info on them, but the small amount that I do have does not please me. As such, I will probably be adding my own spin to some of the story parts that I do not like. (Such as the ultimate end to this entire series of stories. Yes, the three games will be separated into different stories. The only reason I would keep the endings the same is if they come out with a ME$, not a fourth Mass Effect game. Yes, there is a difference. By a fourth Mass Effect game, I mean that it still takes place in the Mass Effect universe but can have whatever twists it wants, while ME4 would take place in the universe, but in the same timeframe as Shepard and her team).
Alright, those are most of the warnings out of the way, and I only have one more, which happens to be the most important one. Because Mass Effect takes place with all the characters in their late twenties (As far as I can tell), that means that I'm going to attempt to write out my first story where my character is older than I am in real life. So, for the male adults out there who are upset with how I write out "Future Mike", well… I don't have anything else to say besides the fact that I'm attempting this at the age of 17… So, yeah. Deal with it.
Also, for those of you who are confused as to just why Mike is going to be 17 at the verybeginning, it's going to be for plot reasons. So yeah, ageing, slight maturing, and all the other timey-whimmy-wibbly-wobbly that comes with time differences. And no, that reference does not mean that The Doctor is involved in this. Sorry.
Anywho, I think I've rambled on long enough for a first Author's Note, and I guess that I should get on with the first chapter of this so that I can get back to updating my other stories. So, here's the first chapter of my newest story! (Which I'm quite certain half of you are ecstatic about, and the other half is pissed at me for starting another story…)
(Note: First chapter will be in third person. The chapters that follow will mostly be in Mike's POV, unless stated otherwise.)
Hey there. Fancy seeing someone like yourself here. I mean, what? Did you come here for my dashing good looks?... No?... Nothing?... Not even a chuckle? Damn, everybody's a critic. Anywho, the reason you're here is probably because you want to hear the tale of how I single handedly… No? Ah well, it was worth a shot.
Now, the real reason you're here, is probably to figure out just where the fuck I'm going with this… And honestly… Even I myself don't have a clue. I mean, you try waking up in the middle of an alleyway with a gun pointed at your head! Well, I mean, that's a pretty normal occurrence for me, so it's not that surprising. No, what's surprising is that the thing holding said gun looks like it came out of fucking Star Wars!
Oh, right, you probably don't understand what I mean by that, do you? Well, I guess that I should start at the beginning then, shouldn't I?
At the moment, we have a view of what looks like a normal city, filled with skyscrapers, large business factories, as well as multiple hotels. In fact, the year is 2015, so the view that we can see is normal. However, it may not seem that way at a later date… Literally. Anyways, though this may look like a normal city, it isn't really. Sure, it has its everyday citizens, banks, schools, and the occasional (Read: A shit ton) fast food joint(s), but what separates this city from the many others spanning across the US of A, is a single person. That person was currently sleeping peacefully, only to suddenly be jarred away by the pain that suddenly appears in his head.
"~Auugghhh!~ What the flying fuck?! Who the hell-" Unfortunately, this person is suddenly cut off by the feeling of cold metal being pressed against the side of their head.
"Shut the fuck up you little runt." A voice hisses next to their ear. "I'm only gonna say this once, so listen well. You're going to go ahead and give me all the valuables you have on you, and then you're going to fucking walk away like nothing happened. If I see so much as one cop look at me funny after this, then I will find you, and I will kill you." The voice hisses out. However, the person with the gun pressed to their head simply sighs at this, as if it were a daily occurrence for them…
Which it was.
"Look man, I don't got shit, alright? The most I have are the clothes on my back. Otherwise, why the hell do you think that I'd be lying in the middle of an alleyway?" The person asks the thief. Said thief pauses for a moment to think over what the person said. However, that moment is all the person needs. Before the thief can even register what's happening, the person's hit aside the gun with their left hand, grabbing onto it in the process, as they ball their right hand into a fist, and send an uppercut straight to the thief's chin. As the thief refocuses on his surroundings after falling to the ground, he only has enough time to see the person from before swinging the gun in an arc, before he feels it connect with the side of his head, and all he sees is black.
The person who had the gun in their hand at the moment glances between said fire arm, and the thief a few times, before he scoffs, tosses the gun into a nearby trashcan, after emptying the clip, and walks away. "Fucking fifth time this week… And the week only started two days ago… I re~~~ally hate my life…" The person mutters, before they walk out of the alleyway and into the light that's hitting the street and sidewalk that he steps onto. When they're no longer shrouded in the darkness of the alleyway, it's easier to see just what this person looks like.
The person is a male teen, who's 17 years old. He has Caucasian skin with a slight tan to show that he spends a considerable amount of time outside, and cobalt eyes that are hardened by the life that he's been forced to live, but they still have a small spark of life left in them. He's currently wearing a white T-shirt that's more than a little dirty, and blue jeans which have obviously seen better days, and are held up by a black belt. The black shoes that he's wearing are also worn down, but considering how his life is, it's pretty good for him. This teenager is Michael, though he prefers Mike. He's just your average run-of-the-mil street rat living in yet another well-known city, that's incorrectly assumed to be great for everyone living there. He glances over his shoulder once more at the knocked out thief lying in the middle of the alleyway, before shaking his head and walking off down the street.
Most likely, this'll be like every other day. Wake up with a gun to my head, knock out the person threatening me, walk around the city for a little while in order to hear any rumors that might be circulating around, find some food to eat, some water or, if I'm lucky, soda, and then find a different spot to sleep the night so that I'm not easily found by the same thief twice. Rinse and repeat. Mike thinks to himself as he walks down the street, most of the citizens walking around either not sparing him a glance, or too engrossed in their phones to bother. Mike rolls his eyes at this. As much as I want to condone them for it… I feel like I'd be the same way. He admits to himself, understanding the "drug" that is technology.
However, despite what he may think, that day would be anything but ordinary for him, and instead would be the beginning of a long journey. And that would start… Now.
I mean, everyone's always looking at their screens, and with good reasons since that's the best way nowadays to communicate between each other. Not to mention- Wait a minute… What the fuck is that? He wonders, raising an eyebrow as he looks up from staring at the sidewalk and turns to look on his right as he walks by a window. One which had multiple colored lights streaming out of it. He stops walking, looks to around the general area, and notices that other people have seen the anomaly. Most of them are taking out their phones and starting to either take pictures or videos, and Mike honestly can't blame them since that's the best way for people who aren't there to know about it, just like he'd said not even a minute ago. Then again, with the lights getting brighter and brighter, it might not be the best idea to stand right next to it.
Unfortunately, before Mike has a chance to back away from the strange sight, the lights suddenly dim slightly, making everyone else in the area puts as much distance between the window and themselves as possible, besides Mike who leans in closer towards the window, squinting his eyes against the bright lights… Not exactly the best time for human curiosity to kick in since the glass explodes outwards not seconds later, and the last thing that Mike can see is the rush of flames from an explosions, the lights that used to be streaming out of the intact glass window, and then the only thing he can see is black as darkness clouds his vision..
Mike groans as he feels cool metal being pressed up against his head, and a voice start talking from about a foot away. "If you don't want to die human, then you will give me all the credits that you have." A voice tells Jack with what sounds like an accent. Though, not any accent that he'd heard before.
"Ugh, what the fuck is up with people and trying to rob me today? I mean, seriously. Does it not occur to anyone that a guy who's sleeping in an alleyway doesn't have any money?" He asks rhetorically, his vision slightly distorted as he attempts to push himself into a sitting position. Ugh, what the fuck happened? I remember lights… And then, fire. I remember fire heading towards me with the lights. After that, nothing… God damn it this headache is killing me! Mike thinks to himself as he groans in slight pain, raising his hand to his forehead in a futile effort to quell the pain that was settling in as he manages to push himself into an upright position.
"I will only say this once more human. Give me your belongings… Or else." The voice with the accent threatens again, making Mike finally decide to look up at the bastard that's making his headache worse than it already is.
"Alright, listen up you-" Whatever insult or sarcastic response Mike was going to come up with dies in his throat the moment he sees the thief. Because contrary to what he thought a minute beforehand, the thing standing there is most definitely not human. It's face… Mike couldn't even find a way to describe it. But the thing was definitely wearing some type of armor or something similar. And what's worse? It was aiming a gun to his head. God damn it! That's the second time within 24 hours! Mike's subconscious thinks, before he realizes the situation he was in. Now, normal humans would, at this point, freak out, point at the thing standing in front of them, and shout out something along the lines of "What the fuck are you?!" However, after living on the streets for a good portion of his life, Jack had learned to adapt to situations as they came.
"Whoa buddy! Hey, I already told you I don't have anything!" He cries out, scrambling back towards the wall of the new alleyway he'd woken up in, in an attempt to seem like less of a threat to the thief. It worked fairly well, just… Not in the way that Mike was hoping.
"Nothing? Well then, you're of no use to me. After all, the less of your kind that exist… The better." The thing comments with a flat voice, leveling the gun on Jack's head, and making the teen's eyes widen as he realizes that he was about to be shot. When that registers in his brain, Mike does the only thing he could think of…
He tackles the motherfucker.
"~Oof!~" Mike idly hears the sound of the thing losing its breath as he tackles it to the ground, before he desperately tries to wrestle the gun from the thing's grip. Funny what the human body is capable of when it realizes that it's going to die. After a minute of struggling, with Mike gaining a lot of cuts and bruises from his attacker, he manages to get the gun from the thing, and pistol whip it across the face. Unfortunately, it doesn't work as well as it did on the previous thief, as the thing just seems to attempt to shake off the hit. When Mike realizes this, he immediately hits the thing across the head again, and again, and again, until the thing finally lets out a groan of pain, and lays limp on the ground. At this point, Mike is panting heavily from the effort he'd exerted while attacking his… attacker.
What… What the flying fuck just happened?! He yells in his mind as he stands up and stares down at whatever the thing was that's lying on the ground in front of him. This… This thing just tried to kill me! But… But why? I mean, as far as I can tell, It's not like I'm one of the most wanted. Hell, I'm not even most wanted by any chicks. He dryly chuckle at his own joke. Ah sarcasm, my favorite coping mechanism... But still, just what the fuck is this thing? After staring down at the body for a few more seconds, Mike looks between the body and the gun he'd taken, before shaking his head. "Well, I've learned my lesson." He mutters, holding the gun so that his finger is resting on the trigger…
Before tucking it between his pants and the belt keeping them up, and making sure that his shirt is covering the fire arm. Then he turns around, and takes a peek out of the alleyway in case the motherfucker had friends waiting. What he sees…
"Well this is… Interesting." Mike comments dryly, looking at the large crowd of things that are currently walking along the streets, some talking on wrist gauntlets that look suspiciously like they were holograms. "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." He comments with a deadpan look, apparently finally accepting what's happening. More like mother fucking Star Wars or Star Trek. He thinks. Mike continues to look around for a few minutes, and sees that there are actually humans mixed in the crowd of things as well. He takes a minute to let this sink in, before letting off a sigh. "Well, when in Rome…" Mike trails off, before stepping out onto the sidewalk, and following the crowd. Not having a set destination in mind, and having one thought in his mind as he attempts to accept what was happening to him.
There better be something akin to a Lightsaber here, or I'm gonna be pissed!
Author's Note Part 2: Alright guys, like stated above, I'm sorry for starting yet another story. But, I started reading ME stories, and they made me want to write my own. Now, for those of you who are asking why there are (at least 2) chapters out at once, that's because I wrote this chapter, went to bed, and then the next day got up and started to write the second chapter with actual game stuff involved. Yes people, the second chapter will have the actual start of the plot, as well as a little overview of what happened during the [Censored] years between now and then. But, that's it for this chapter. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this, and I hope to see you all next time!
(I also hope to live until next time, and not come under fire from the pissed off people who have noticed this new story, and are currently cursing my existence for making my work harder, and lengthening the time between updates for the stories that they like to read… Sorry? No, sorry isn't good enough? Huh… *Runs for the hills*)