Hiding From The Hive

by DeathDemonWolf

You have seen the Geth's side, you have seen the Cerberus's side, you have seen Omega's side. Now, now you see the Hell of a dead race. One mind in a body that has been warped to serve another. Now he is back in his body. No-one is going to take it away from him this time. Say hello to Vengeance. This is the story of a Collector.

1. A new mind

Run Insect

Thank you Archer and Envirosuit's for your support and idea's! You have really helped my model my characters abilities and personalitys.

Also I do not know what to name the OC, Nameless or otherwise. Review to tell me your ideas!

Poll ideas; Romance Tali/Kasumi/None (VOTE)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything apart from my OC

I woke in pain, the experiments, the change, the blood, the death, it hurt. Insects looked over me as I screamed in the new-found pain. The memories came back. Thousands of people died, they were Prothean. Warping into creatures. Collectors, a name rung out from the rest. That is what they were. Four-eyed beings with a long head and had organic armour with red "flesh" running throughout the whole body. I am one. I was an experiment. I am twisted. I roar and punch a "Collector" out-rite. My body is new but I don't care, the voices of the "Controllers" are everywhere. They whisper giving promises of happiness and greatness. The talk, they shout, they whisper yet I ignore.

I grab a metal object. "Collectors" are using them. Memories bombard me. Frozen people at every corner, Collectors firing this at the resistors, this is a weapon. A Collector assault rifle. I grab another, the Particle Beam. Capable of cutting through most things. I fire at my once-known comrade. IT roars in pain, and then is silenced by the rifle. I hear more of them. They are everywhere, like an insect. Hearing the pain of one and rushing to destroy the attacker. I run through the halls. The unfamiliar organic feel of it makes me trip. I fall onto my knees, breathing hard. A gun cocks up. I become rigged before I sum up the courage to look. The Collectors glance at me. They walk past as I stumble to my feet. What? How come they didn't react? I look at my hands. I am a Collector. What the hell am I? I start walking.

The voices are angry yet calm. They are searching among the crowd for me. I have some time before the Controllers find me. I run in a clumsy way but still a run. Collectors run past hissing in excitement at a new-found enemy. A barely hide my revulsion. What happened? Who are the Controllers? A hole appears in the ground. A gate way leading to a maintenance hatch. I hear the sound of the hive coming back. Better disappear before they come back. I jump down and land painfully on an organic pad. I feel the screech coming but I hold it down. I move slowly, painfully. It's all messed up. Who are we, who are the Controllers? Where do I go? I see an organic like hatch; I reach for it and open it. A cold blast of space forms around me as the air is sucked out. I get sent spiralling out into it. It's dark and cold, so cold. I look at the ship. It is brown; most of it has an organic feeling of despair and danger that will forever haunt it.

I feel anger and hatred for the Controllers, I would never know the embrace of a… mother I think the term is. I can't remember much but it will do. I feel like I should be horrified at the fact I can't remember, yet I do not feel like that. I am a Collector, but I have a name, I am the Vanguard of the innocent. I am the horror of the guilty. I am the Harbinger of the dead.

I AM VENGEANCE