Title: The Fight for the Stars
Category: Romance/Adventure/Action
Rating: T for the most part but a warning will be placed for the rated M scenes.
Disclaimer: Insert witty comment on how I lay no claim to Mass Effect and it's characters.
Summary: I didn't ask to be here nor did I ask them to change my gender. But I'll be damned if I'll let anything deter what I have to do and that is win the heart of the one and only Ice Queen. And save everyone from the Reapers. That's important too. Femslash and Gender change warning. Story will progress slowly. Slightly AU.
*-{The Fight for The Stars.}-*
So here I was traveling back home from a long day of work using my Mercedes, contemplating on my life, thinking about everything from my childhood to my parents to my current Job.
Oh where are my manners, my name is John Saxon, born and raised in the great New York City.
You know, I always had mixed feelings about my parents. They're the reason that I am who I am today, a successful business man with a modest sized house, I'm my own boss with an exceptional amount of money.
You see, when I was growing up my parents always wanted me to follow in their footsteps, to someday take over the family business, J-corp, a nothing special company that invents house hold appliances, get married to some hot super model and have kids and make them take over the business someday. But I never wanted that.
I always wanted to explore the world, to travel to exciting new places and do blood rushing activities and fall in love with the person who loves me for me and understands me for who I am.
But I was never given the chance to follow up with my dream and I was always afraid that my parents would not accept who I really was and would disown me.
Looking back at that now, I know I was being irrational and paranoid.
But anyway back to my childhood. Since my parents wanted me to take over the family business one day, they chose and decided for me every single little detail of my life, who my friends were, where I would go to school, which tutors I would have.
Okay maybe I'm over exaggerating just a little bit. They weren't that bad. I had many good friends, it's just that they wanted me to follow up on their dreams and they were pretty adamant about it to.
And it drove me crazy. It's a good thing that I met Jennie, my female best friend, the person I could let out my frustrations to. If I never had her I would have gone insane because of my parents.
I was tempted more than once to just run away with the clothes on my back, the money on my secret stash that my parents never knew about and the skill set that I had and never look back.
But Jennie managed to talk me out of it.
So I had no choice but to follow my parents and their 'rules'. It's a good thing I don't have to rely on them now that I'm an adult. I don't have anyone telling me what to do and how to decide my life for me.
As I'm driving home I think about my parents and how they raised me. It was because of their stupid rules that I have such a childlike curiosity about everything and have a childish demeanor nowadays. Always exploring and finding out new and exotic things. And simple things such as finding a penny in the middle of the cushions excite me for some odd reason. I think that because I'm free now that my personality is the way it is. How I'm always friendly to everyone, that I don't want a reminder of all the bitterness that was my parent's.
When I was younger, I was always that odd kid in the background who worked hard all the time and left no time for fun. That didn't mean I wasn't friends with everyone, just meant that when I deal with people I don't know, I tend to become all socially awkward penguin. Jennie thinks its cute. I think it's damaging to my ego.
It was a good thing that found out about video games. My parents never allowed such contraptions when I was younger, telling me that it would ruin my brain and make me 'stupid' as how they put it.
I found out about how fun it was to beat people up with tekken, how to let my inner rebel out whenever I played GTA but my favorite game so far has got to be The Mass Effect Universe.
I never told anyone how much I love Mass Effect. I played the whole series multiple times with all the DLC's and I read the occasional fan fiction from time to time. I was always afraid of how my friends would react to that so I've kept it to myself.
And my childhood is the reason why Miranda is my favorite character out of them all because I could relate to her and also because I know how it feels to have someone who dictates every single little detail of my life.
I don't blame her for being the way she is. How she is an 'Ice Queen' and how she is such a 'bitch'. If I were to guess, being The Ice Queen is some kind of defense mechanism for her, because of being made for perfection, she is always expected to be the best in everything that she is put upon. And her seeing the Illusive Man as some kind of parental figure thanks to the protection of Oriana, her loyalty to Cerberus is understandable.
But she should have known better, the Illusive Man wouldn't really give up the millions of credits that Henry Lawson provides for Cerberus for one woman. But oh well, no one's perfect.
The sight of the familiar buildings of my neighborhood brings me out of my thoughts.
"Ah we're here, home sweet home." I mumbled to myself.
But after a few minutes of searching for a parking spot I soon realize that there are none anywhere near my house which forces me to search for a spot in the shadier part of the neighborhood.
"Bastard's, I swear they want to get me killed." I say to myself.
I finally find a parking space after searching for what felt like forever. I gather my belongings and head out.
I soon realize how far out I am from my home which would take about 10 minutes of walking which is dangerous in this part of the neighborhood and it doesn't help that it's about 8:00 pm at night.
So I soon start searching for shortcuts and quicker pathways leading to home.
"Ah there we go." I said as I spot an alleyway to my right. I soon reach it and turn right as I fail to notice the man that is following me from behind.
I quickly realize that this alleyway turned out to be a dead end and by the time I could do anything, A sharp pain ran through my entire body, starting at the small of my back before going up all the way through my spine.
I tried to take a breath of air but suddenly, an arm quickly found its way around my neck, constricting my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose but the arm that was around my throat suddenly squeezed tighter, making me choke in the process.
Grasping at the arm with weak fingers, my efforts were futile as my limbs continued to grow weaker, my eyelids steadily dropping and my vision blurring. I tried pounding at the arms, kicking the feat underneath me in an attempt to escape but knew all of it was useless.
I was about to head-butt the assailant when suddenly, the knife in my lower back twisted. I screamed out in pain but all that came managed to come out was a weak gargled cry. Blood started to ooze out of my mouth and a tear fell from my eye.
I fell on my hands and knees, my head almost hitting the pavement as I coughed out blood and saliva that pooled in my throat.
My lungs burned and my whole spine screamed out in agony. I was about to collapse in a pile of limbs before a kick to my stomach landed me on my side.
A cry of pain escaped me.
Is this how I'm going to die? All alone in an alleyway with nothing to help me? All alone with no one to save me?
Suddenly, a shadow covered my view. Coughing out blood, I turned my head slightly, trying my best to get a glimpse at the heartless-son-of-a-bitch who ended my life. As the assailants head came into view, all I managed to see was a shadow, a mysterious silhouette.
With what strength I had, I was about to ask who the person was before a foot was suddenly placing pressure against my neck, choking me once more and forcing me to use my already-weaken limbs to alleviate the pressure.
Though it barely did anything.
The foot continued to press down upon my neck, the resistance doing very little against it. I felt the bones in my neck start to crack, the force was too much as bones snapped before suddenly, nothing.
*-{The fight for The Stars.}-*
11/17/14: I changed Jon, the hispanic friend into Jennie, the female best friend. Major change to the story.
12/19/14: Removed religion from my story. Found no real use of it.
12/28/14: Changed the death and made it a little bit more brutal.