This is more of a character introduction. If you don't care about background and all that fun stuff, then it's safe to go straight to Chapter One.
Prologue
Destruction. If I could describe the Reapers in one word, that would be it. Pure, total, complete destruction. They were the size of small skyscrapers, and those were just the small ones. The big ones were the size of two large skyscrapers stacked on top of each other. They had more firepower than twelve Alliance dreadnaughts combined, and could each take as much of a beating as the Citadel probably could.
When the big ones started landing on Earth, we were all stunned. None of us could believe the size of those things or how much damage they were doing! Before we knew it, the sky was black with smoke and there were explosions everywhere.
We saw hordes of these zombie things chasing people down streets and into their homes. I don't want to think about what probably happened inside. We were lucky there was only a small group of us, otherwise, we might all be dead. And this is where our story begins. It begins with Hell on Earth.
The day the Reapers came was the most beautiful day I've ever seen. We were in Vancouver, hoping to get a glimpse of Commander Shepard. We'd been there for a week or so, but never really saw him. We had rented a room in a tall apartment complex across from the large Alliance building Shepard was rumored to be in. There were three of us; Robert, Katlin, and myself.
Robert, or Rob as we called him, was about the same height as me, if not a little taller. He had this crazy brown hair and violet eyes. He was always wearing his black Norwegian Jacket we got from a store in Vancouver. He had rather pale skin as well, and always seemed to be smiling or laughing.
Katlin, who also had her name shortened to Kat, was the smallest of us all. She barely came up to my neck and I could wrap my hands around her calf, with room to spare. She had beautiful grey eyes and pastel purple hair. She was also the palest of us all, somehow managing to beat Rob in paleness. Her laugh and smile always made Rob and I do the same. She always has a way of making our day.
And then there's me. I'm about 5'9", fairly pale skin, dark brown hair, and grey/blue eyes. Yeah, it's sort of a mix of grey and blue. Weird, right? My hair is crazy most of the time; not as crazy as Rob's, but still pretty crazy. I'm also a rather powerful biotic. I once picked Rob up and tossed him across the room for a bet he lost.
Katlin and I had also been dating for quite some time. I'd never admit it, but I don't exactly remember how long. This also makes living with Rob a bit awkward, as he has feelings for her as well. I'm sort of the lone wolf in our little group. I'd rarely come out of the apartment, I usually prefered doing things alone or with Katlin, and I would rather hole up in the apartment and play video games instead of go outside.
We were all fifteen, but Kat was the oldest and Rob was the youngest. Robert was born in December, Katlin in March, and myself in May. Robert and Katlin were both born on Noveria, which explains their paleness. I was born on Omega. Both my parents were killed in a gang war when I was ten.
Two years later, I ended the war by killing every member of the opposing gang, single handedly. That drew the attention of Aria T'loak. Surprisingly, she took me in as her son and trained me to become an even more powerful biotic, rivaling most Asari. When I turned fifteen, I decided I wanted to see what life was like outside of Omega, so I bought a ticket to Noveria. That's where I met Robert and Katlin. We met at one of the ports and have been friends ever since.
I also suffer from depression. I've self harmed, and still do occasionally. I have suicidal thoughts and have actually taken my M-3 Predator to my head. Katlin stopped me before I pulled the trigger, though. This was the day Rob was buying his Jacket.
They left about half an hour ago, but Katlin had forgotten her money. I was sitting in my room on my bed. I'd cut about ten minutes after they had left, and didn't bother to clean up the blood.
She walked into my room to ask me if I had seen her money, and her hand shot to her mouth. There was a small puddle of blood near my feet, my bloodied razor was on the floor, and the gun was to my head. She simply squeaked and I shot my head up, tears in my eyes.
And that's how we were for a few minutes. She just stood there, stunned, and I was sitting on my bed, bleeding with a gun to my head. Finally, she hit the gun aside and hugged me. We sat there until Rob walked in, wondering why Kat hadn't come back.
He, too, was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Both Katlin and I were crying, the blood on my wrist and floor had dried, and my room was a complete mess.
After that day, both of them kept a very close eye on me. Katlin was always with me wherever I went, and Rob was always checking in to see how I was doing. Since then, I had improved. I rarely cut anymore, and I hadn't had a gun to my head since. But enough about the past, let's get into the present. The bloody, dark, Reaper-filled present.