SOTM
I have just finished playing the Metro games now going through in Ranger mode, god help me, but I thought of an interesting idea for a story and so I thought I'd put up the first chapter and see what response it got and then see what happens from there, so please like or review tell me if you think it's worth continuing. I don't own metro but I do own my characters.
My name is Spartak Solovyov, I was born in Moscow but not in the city itself, that place has become a place of death for mankind. Twenty years ago it was bore the brunt of a nuclear attack on my homeland, funny I call it home but I have never seen it with my own eyes, only through post cards that circulate among the metro.
I live in Polis but I have not always lived there I was born in Lubyanka, a station which lies on what now is the Red Line in the metro. It was a safe place everything was happy there my mother and my father, there was nothing that came between us and living about our normal lives. I would often go to the front gate with my father he would show me his gun and even let me shoot at the rats and other creatures that lurked around on the lower levels of our station. Nothing made me feel safer than standing right in my father's shadow.
Unfortunately peace in the metro was a hard thing to come by and within time the call of the communist revolution came to hand. My family like every other family in the station would wreak the subjugation and oppression that that "revolution" would bring. It was misery the Reds kept us low making sure no one could escape the horrors, they were produvka lyudey. Our own people were now killing each other over the words and ideals of others.
My father knew it would not be long before they came and knocked on our door came into our home and accused us of treachery. Anyone who they believed did not have the credentials or the undying spirit to support the revolution was killed and their families sent to trudovyye lagerya. However my father had a friend a blacksmith called Andrei, he promised my father he knew a way to escape the suffering but it would cost him dearly for wanting my mother's and I's safety.
On the way to Andrei in his workshop I was holding my mother's hand while my father took the lead, I know now that he was scouting for Reds while we moved but then I was naive I thought he was being brave and protecting us from them. When we arrived the atmosphere was tense inside the workshop, there was another family already waiting inside. My father apologised for our late arrival but the man on the other side did not seem to approve, but Andrei attempted to lighten the mood by showing us our means of escape. I had wondered why my mother had packed my things us into a little trunk but from that moment standing still clutched onto my mother's hand I knew that I was never coming back to my home, my bed would be left the way I left it and the station I called home would never be the same. As we climbed into the rail cart my father gave me a wrapped gift, I did not open it because I thought he would be coming too but as the man from the other family let of the brakes on the cart I learnt that otets wasn't coming. That was the last time I ever saw my father, I was ten years old.
I didn't know why we were leaving at that time but I wasn't going to go against my father's orders. The rail cart made a tremendous racket as it plodded through the tunnels. I could hear the screeching through the tunnels, not other rail carts but creatures. Gross mutations what once dwelled on the surface scarred by the radiation, they had become creatures of children's nightmares. I could feel them coming closer they had us circled like lions stalking their prey, everyone knew they were near, even I as a child knew what dangers lurked outside the station.
We started to hear the scratching on the walls as the "Nosalises" drew closer. I could hear them scratching and clawing at the walls all around but being in pitch dark I couldn't tell where they were. The man in the other family chose to light the lamp that was on board the rail cart, this proved to be a big mistake. As the light from the flame flickered around the tunnel I could see the eyes of the creatures, they were looking at me through the darkness their little orange beady eyes pierced my soul. One of the creatures let out a screech signalling all the others to attack and they began to pounce on our rail cart. I along with the girl in the other family ducked under the seat of the rail cart, my mother shielded us with her body, she was singing the lullaby she sang when I was a baby, Umka. I could hear them scratching everywhere but then everything went black.
I heard a whistling sound in the distance along with some men shouting, I awoke to see a man shining a torch in my face he had his weapon over his shoulders. I got up and looked around for my mother, I could not see her but the rail cart was covered with blood and there were deep scratch marks where the girl's mother and father had been sat. The man grabbed the girl and I, he then took us to the stations hospital. On the way we passed an old metro sign telling us where we were, Novokuznetskaya, a neutral station we were safe at last. When I was dropped into the hospital I spotted a woman laying on a bed her back was badly injured. When I tried to approach the doctors stopped me, I explained to him that she was my mother and he told me that she would be fine. I was checked over by the doctor and he told me I was fine and so was the girl. Just as I was about to leave my mother came to this reassured me although I had to ask where my gift from my father was.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter please feel free to review and tell me if you think it's worth me continuing this story I have an idea of the plot line but for those who know what happens through the story on metro you'll probably predict by what has been mentioned in this chapter, but anyway hope you enjoyed and I'll hopefully get the next chapter out.