Hello everyone! epideme here, ok so the plan is im aiming to make each chapter around six-thousand words, and sorry for the long update, been a little busy :P; Oh and thank you guys for wishing me luck with my exams; they went well :D
Additional: IMPORTANT: dragons in this story are anthropormorphic (have human charachteristics) bipedal, wear clothes etc, im sorry if you don't like it but it just makes most of the concepts in this story so much easier.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my characters. Other canon characters and stuff are owned by their respective companies.
Exclaimer: You dont have to read it if you dont like it, no ones forcing you... now, wheres my rifle suppressor
-Chapter Two-
-Just Impossible-
Vincent slowly re-awoke; he drew in a long breath of dusty, heavily metallic air, all the while his ears ringing loudly.
Once his lungs had reached their peak, Vincent screamed, unbearable, and un-human amounts of pain flooded through his entire body; and even when there was no air left in him to scream with, Vincent's body Rattled and shuddered with spasms of stinging, bone wrenching pain.
Never in his life had Vincent experienced anything like this, all other thoughts and emotions were overwhelmed; it felt like his bones had all been dislocated at the same time, then put back the wrong way
Vincent's body had become desperate for air, and he took several short raspy breaths to stave off suffocation whilst impetuously looking around for a relief to the pain.
He dared only to move his neck, it hurt, but definitely not as much as it would have done if he moved anything else. His vision was blurred badly and the only thing he could make out from time to time was a bright flash and the sound of something electrical sparking.
He lied there on the cold, hard ground not moving to regain his senses and let the pain dull down by itself. For how long he was lying there Vincent didn't know, he was still unbelievably groggy but he slowly became aware of something heavy and, painful, crushing the right side of his body.
He groaned and reached for the object, the muscles in his arm burned but he endured the pain and grabbed the sharp metal edge of the object and heaved it aside, for some reason it seemed far easier than it should have been.
The remnant of the ruptured heavy-duty crate was sent clattering to the side, the loud noise rattled Vincent's head and his hearing became crisp and his vision less blurred. He coughed several times and sat up far too quickly, pain skyrocketed to his head and he groaned loudly.
Something about his voice sounded different, but Vincent had other things on his mind. He sat there feeling extremely light-headed with his eyes closed for a while to let the pain in his skull recede, as it did, he became aware of a new pain, his inner thigh was stinging, apparently when the chunk of crate landed on him it left a significantly deep gash on his right leg.
Vincent opened his eyes and stared down at his leg. Then his jaw dropped
For a moment he thought he was hallucinating.
But after staring in disbelief for what felt like a lifetime, he finally snapped out of his trance like state. Yes. It was definitely real.
It was dark and the badly damaged bar light above Vincent's head that randomly expelled electrical discharge and dim amounts of light didn't help visibility much at all. But the fluorescent white, glowing scales underneath the shredded remains of his jeans were definitely real, and they were definitely not normal.
Vincent immediately forgot about everything else. He looked closer at what used to be his skin, it was now replaced by a layer of very fine, brilliant white scales that swam with an ominous white, almost pulsating glow that seemed all too familiar, but Vincent couldn't put his finger on it.
He reached feverishly out to move aside shredded remnants of clothing that were obscuring Vincent's 'skin' he wanted to know if it was all over his legs as the panic slowly built up inside him; it was. These apparently were his legs now. But then something caught Vincent entirely off guard, his hands.
His hands were no longer his own.
Vincent stopped and held his hands closer up to his face for a better inspection; they looked similar to what they were before, but these new ones were considerably bigger, scarier and far more deadly. The fingers were thicker than before, slightly longer too, with each digit ending in dangerous looking, razor sharp claws that protruded from the white scales where his nails usually would have been.
He sat there just looking, turning his shaking 'hands' over and over in front of him, whilst the panic inside of him reached a dangerous level. Vincent ran his hands all over his new body, staring in complete shock at it all.
As well as the dully glowing white scales, he had a thick, leathery, segmented underbelly which ran up from his groin, which Vincent didn't really want to think about at the moment, to his belly then to his chest, the thick, pitch black leather ended somewhere underneath Vincent's chin, almost like some lizards Vincent thought
His new hands then got to his new, extremely different face. Vincent gently felt around his head and gave a small, whimper out of fear and shock. The panic reached breaking point. He began to hyperventilate as his hands wrapped around two, long slightly curved horns that came out around the back of his head and then another pair, slightly lower than the last two; in fact there were four pairs of sharp curved horns altogether that, from the top of his head, decreased in length and curved very slightly outward. He felt around for ears but he didn't have any. Another frightened whimper escaped his mouth. Instead Vincent felt two, small holes behind these horns, like nearly all lizards have.
"This, this isn't happening it, it's all a nightmare!" Vincent stammered to himself, desperately running his hands all over his horns with a strong sense of dread
The initial pain from what Vincent thought to be a complete metamorphosis was nearly all gone, but the sharp pain radiating from the gash in is leg destroyed that hope of this being just a bad dream.
His hands got to the front of his face now; which was anything but flat. Vincent had a thick, scaly snout that protruded from his face with the top of his nose slightly raised, his lower jaw extended to just before the end of the upper jaw; yes, it definitely felt all too real to be a dream.
Vincent opened his long muscular mouth, and carefully felt around inside. His jaws were lined with a single row of large and considerably sharp teeth. He then got to his tongue, which he moved around inside his maw. It felt strange, not as strange as the situation Vincent found himself in, but he stuck it all the way out to try and get a look all the same. His tongue was flatter than his human tongue, longer too; it was also forked on the end, yes, definitely strange, no wonder he sounded different.
He stopped fondling his face and sat, breathing heavily, trying to gain control of the situation. Not as panicky now as he was before he closed his eyes and thought about what his body had transformed into.
'Ok, horns, forked tongue, sharp teeth, claws, scales, underbelly, I'm definitely reptilian that's for sure…'
Vincent's train of thought was derailed as he realised something. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. He waggled his long clawed thumbs and bunched his hands into fists.
'…But reptiles don't have opposable thumbs do they? What the hell am I?'
Vincent's eyes widened when he realised another thing
'If I'm a lizard, or something, surely I have a tail?'
Vincent twisted his upper torso, which felt far more muscular and powerful than it was before, once he couldn't turn anymore before it started to hurt, Vincent twisted his long sinewy neck and peered behind him. Sure enough, he did have a tail; it too had unstably glowing white scales and a black leathery underside.
But what gave him the biggest shock out of all the crazy things that had happened were the glowing, scaly white, stiff tendons and the thin black membrane in-between them.
He just stopped and stared.
Wings
He had wings.
A sound escaped his mouth that sounded like a cross between utter confusion and amusement, he twisted his neck round to look at the other side and let out a small laugh and grinned, which felt very strange, but he didn't care.
Vincent dint know what to feel, it was great and terrible at the same time; but he no knew what type of reptile he was; he was a dragon.
Surely not
That would just be ridiculous?
'This whole situation is ridiculous…' Vincent thought to himself, while carefully observing his wings.
The wings themselves looked huge, and were connected to his back with what seemed to be a second pair of arms, just weirder, and much harder to control. The membrane in-between the sinuous tendons felt delicate, but after a while just sitting there fiddling with them; Vincent accidently scratched it with one of his claws and the thin layer of silky skin was lightly damaged, but not ripped. Upon further inspection he could see the wings had ripped through the back of his shirt, revealing the membrane from the tendon closest to his back connected to his back.
'well that's going to make putting on T-shirts difficult' he noted to himself absentmindedly.
Vincent tried to move the new appendages in an attempt to get used to them a bit more, but only resulted in them just swaying around wildly; he stopped being so careless however; when he whacked them into the remains of the heavy duty crate he was next to. He let out a small gasp from the pain, which went away almost instantly, overcome by the stronger, stingier pain from the deep cut in his leg.
Vincent finally managed to figure out how to fold the wings in close to his back to reduce the space he took up, and how to extend them again, but he'd told himself it would be a long time before he could lift himself off the ground, or even glide, let alone fly.
He didn't know how long he had been sat doing effectively nothing but freak out, but his mind was clear and he wasn't as scared now as he had been at first. But he made a note to himself that he had to get hold of a mirror or a decent reflective surface as soon as possible.
Vincent looked around again, less desperate and more slowly this time, allowing himself to take in the details. The place was a wreck. Rocky debris was strewn all over the floor as well as scrap metal from what used to be a large containment vessel for something hazardous. The bar light above his head was still emitting a dim glow and throwing out sparks and loud cracks from time to time.
'At least there's still power, but what the hell happened here...'
That's when the memories all came flooding back to him, at least, bits of them anyway.
Bright lights, someone screaming, cramped space, another voice laughing manically.
Edward, his father, intense light, sounds of panic.
Vincent shuddered and looked around for something he couldn't explain
Cramped space, too cramp, can't get out, too late, static, noise, pain. Intense pain. Unbearable. his father's face, speechless, bright flash, burning, nothing.
Who was the other? The one who screamed so painfully?
Kelmore, my father he… no…
Vincent shook his head in disbelief, his father had attempted to kill his only friend in cold blood, and his recklessness had cost him dearly, his son, a large chunk, if not all of the red-zone labs gone, so much poured away because of his father's anger. For all Vincent knew Edward would believe he was dead, as well as Kelmore.
As much as the current situation he was in demanded Vincent's attention; he just sat there, with one question rattling around inside his scaly new head.
Why? My father isn't a bad person; why would he do that, what reason?
Vincent did not know the answer. To have that privilege he would need to find Kelmore; if he was even still alive.
Vincent tried to stand up but failed and fell on to one knee, these new legs were going to have to take some getting used too.
Eventually he got the hang of it, but he was still a little wobbly, and on top of that he hadn't mastered control of his tail, so it just swung aimlessly around when he tried to move it.
He took one step and regretted it immediately.
A very loud creaking noise resonated through the part of the superstructure he was in, and Vincent felt the ground shudder beneath his feet; which still had what was left of his heavy duty facility-issue boots, as the metamorphosis had apparently enlarged his feet and gave them claws similar to the ones on his hands. But those matters aside Vincent was now painfully aware that this part of the facility was dangerously unstable.
Vincent cringed as the cut on his scaly thigh stabbed him with another round of pain; he looked around, pivoting on the spot, not wanting to further compromise the integrity of the complex.
He was now facing where the large steel threshold to the tram room should have been, if there wasn't a gaping hole instead. On further inspection Vincent noticed that where the corridor suddenly ended, the exit hole wasn't jagged or decorated with twisted metal, the cut was clean, and it sawed half way through the large heavy duty crate; which as well, ended with a clean cut.
Vincent gulped; if he'd been lying any further towards that hole, he could have lost his head.
He also noticed the hollowed out chunk of scrap metal which used to be the crate lined with a glowing white liquid, with a colour and look almost exactly like his scales, it would drip from time to time down onto the floor then dribble out of the hole where the door should have been.
What is that stuff?
It was as if a little voice whispered it into his ear:
Uneupentium
Vincent now knew why his scales glow white, or at least he thought he might know: the metamorphosis must have included the uneupentium as a sort of catalyst maybe? And been absorbed into his skin?
'Ahh whatever, I've got other things to worry about I'll figure it out later'
Vincent was right, he did have other things to worry about, as he looked out of the hole, he realised that the landscape looked very different, for one thing it was wrong; the labs were underground that much was obvious. But what wasn't; was that Vincent couldn't see any ocean, anywhere. The isle of profectus was small; the ocean should be all around? All that Vincent saw were the tops of trees for a great distance, they were pretty far down too, which meant that he was a great distance, they were pretty far down too, which meant that he was high up. Really high up
It was no surprise that this part of the facility had moved, but where? How far? Vincent was clueless, he guessed he may have been in the amazon, but what happened next threw that theory out the window.
It was cloudy and drizzling ever so slightly, but moonlight still got through, Vincent almost missed it but the light glinted off of something that was flying not too far away from the exit. It looked like a bird; bigger than an eagle, it had very strange looking feathers, they were almost mirror like, reflecting the moonlight and cloudy sky almost perfectly. It opened its long pointed beak and cawed at him, it sounded like a crow but longer with a higher pitch. Vincent hadn't studied the amazon rainforest much but he knew that there was no such thing as mirror-feathered birds, and that worried him greatly, but then again, there was no such thing as dragons. Vincent came to the conclusion that he was someplace very different, but where and exactly how different? He didn't know.
He backed away from the gaping hole, now somewhat fully aware of the situation. He was in the red-zone, or part of it, which was god knows where, he was alone and the poor excuse of a light over his head gave tell-tale signs that either the power was failing or parts of the facility were without power. This was not a good thing. Most of the labs were held shut by deadlocked doors that would release in the event of power failure, allowing most of their contents to be able to get out. And when he was in the most dangerous level of facility 2 where some of the labs had engineered monstrosities in them, Vincent concluded that this was in every way: bad; and that he needed to get out quickly.
He turned around 180 degrees to face deeper into the corridor, he could see a bit of light coming round the corner from the junction further down to his left and decided to investigate, whilst walking over, he could see that further down the hallway that there was something blocking the corridor, it looked like a huge rock wall surrounded by scrap metal and wiring, it was as if the rocky pillar had come straight up through the floor from sheer force, almost as if someone had dropped the hallway onto it from a considerable height, because the floor and ceiling were mangled around this pillar, and small amounts of light were getting through, just enough to illuminate the jagged metal and confirm his suspicions that he was above ground.
He was approaching the T-junction when all of a sudden he stopped as the superstructure creaked heavily, then to Vincent's horror, slipped its supports; he lost his balance and as he fell to the floor Vincent could see the some of the jagged metal around the rocky wall twist and buckle as the chunk of facility 2 lowered ever so slightly; it stopped slipping but the ominous creaking continued for a while before it slowed to a halt.
Vincent slowly got to his feet; he suspected that the part he was standing on at the moment had nothing supporting it but that chunk of rock that sliced through the floor, and as such it was extremely unstable and could possibly give at any moment. He reached the corridor to his left and peered round, not wanting to move further away from the hallways supporting point.
This hallway looked even worse than around the base of the rocky pillar, it too, opened up to view a canopy of jungle tree's like the entrance to the red-zone, but it was far from being clean cut. Near the end the hallway visibly bent towards the ground where the weight must have strained it, large metal plates had come loose from the walls, floor and ceiling from the huge amounts of tension; revealing wiring and spilled coolant. The end of the corridor was lined with twisted metal beams where the part of the hall that should have been there had torn away because of its own weight.
There was a damaged information board that had come from the wall along with one of the plates, thankfully it was lying face up, but to Vincent's dismay the arrow that pointed to the scrap-metal-lined hole said: storage.
Vincent cursed under his breath; he needed to get out, but wherever he was, wasn't familiar territory, he needed supplies before he left and the only option the only option he could think of was now a smouldering pile of twisted metal below.
He needed supplies and he needed to get out, but what he needed most was to find Kelmore, he would know some answers, hopefully, and if he didn't he would still be some company, because being alone in a completely unknown place is the sort of recipe that can lead to death. That was; if Kelmore was even still alive.
Vincent moved towards the massive lump of rock that had sliced through the floor and was rewarded with a low pitch creaking. The rocky wall had pierced the floor and moved up through the ceiling and had blocked a good portion of the corridor; but it had left a small gap that Vincent reckoned he could fit through to get to the other side.
The sharp pain in Vincent's leg wasn't going away and he worried that the wound might get infected, what was left of his jeans in that area were soaked with blood; he needed to find bandages, or something that he could use to stop the bleeding a little, he decided to tear a hunk of his T-shirt away and wrap it around his leg.
'It'll have to do…'
That's when Vincent noticed something, a small, dim, rectangular red light about head height; two feet away from the rock. He walked over to it wondering what it was and then he saw a rectangular panel flush with the wall, it had nothing on, the light was dim and Vincent definitely would have missed it at a glance, but now he saw it and didn't know what it was.
Something twanged in his mind, something his father had told him way back. Vincent closed his eyes and tried to remember.
'That's it; Emergency supply caches!' he thought
Vincent remembered that a while back his father had told him, that in the event of facility being attacked or compromised in any way by escaped experiments or people, emergency supply lockers would power up and become available to any staff following a Genetichip scan.
These lockers would contain a variety of survival gear including food and water if any staff got cut off from rescue teams by debris, or other, nastier things; the locker would also contain a torch, G17 handgun with a few extra clips; to fend off dangerous escaped experiments or… blow your own brains out if you couldn't - it would be quicker and most likely less painful.
Vincent shuddered at the thought, he had only been in this part of the facility once and didn't know if the potential horrors that were down here were over-glorified or if they really were that bad, and if that was the case he didn't want to meet any of them.
He went closer to the well hidden panel then pushed it gently, the device beeped and the tiny LED switched from red to amber
"Commencing scan"
Vincent blinked as the ray of thin amber light swept up and down his face, it stopped then the computerized voice said:
"Warning; insufficient clearance level recognised; security despatched."
The amber light flashed back to red; but the computerized voice continued.
"Error, link to FERAI mainframe not found; shutting down system."
The red light blinked off, Vincent swore under his breath and thumped the panel hard, his temporary clearance must have automatically terminated, it seemed stupid to Vincent that these lockers required a clearance level, staff were staff, what, did the level fives get shinier guns? Vincent sighed
"Which moron programmed this? It's idiotic!" He almost shouted in frustration. "Well crap, now I really need to find Kelmore."
This was true, Kelmore was the only one with a level five clearance, and who was alive. Maybe; But either way Vincent needed to move through the facility, this part was unstable, he didn't want to stay in one place for too long for obvious reasons and if Kelmore wasn't alive he had to find some way out of the complex and take his chances in the jungle below; but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.
He squeezed past the rock and pushed aside a hunk of metal that was obscuring his sight. It clanged to the floor and revealed more rock at first glance. Upon an extended look though, it appeared that the T-junction area had been completely separated from the rest of the complex. Vincent could see the next part of the corridor was about five meters above him, and ended in twisted metal as did the corridor he was standing in currently, the floor in front of him was mostly gone, and he could see the dizzying height he was at, as well as a tall rocky spire that had a wide base and came straight up through the T-junction part, which explained what the rocky pillar was.
Vincent didn't know what was holding this chunk of hallway up, a rocky ledge perhaps, but he'd have to save the questions though as more creaking followed by a gut-wrenching movement of the corridor happened, he looked behind him and could see that the hallway was pulling away from the support of the rocky spire. It was now or never, he needed to get to that corridor higher up, it was an impossible jump and he was clueless about using his wings, there were however cables hanging down just within leaping distance, and a thin electrical cable that connected the two parts, too thin to grab though.
He had to move quickly, the hallway Vincent was in was nearly at a 45 degree counter-clockwise angle to the higher, safer hallway. He had to jump but his body nearly froze in fear
'Jump, Jump! JUMP YOU MORON!' a voice screamed in his head.
Vincent did just that, he aimed himself at a thick looking wire and leapt, just in time too, as the T-junction; with a horribly loud sound of metal on metal on rock finally gave; and fell, crashing down to the dark overgrowth of canopy below.
As Vincent flew through the air un-majestically, he came to the conclusion that the theory of; when life and death were on the line things seemed to slow down was total bullshit. They did not in any way slow down, his mind exploded in a range of emotions from sheer terror to elation. And then terror again as he realised he'd misjudged; he had leapt to hard and hit the wire hard; Vincent scrambled to grab on and hold on, all the while sheer panic taking over his expressions.
His shiny black claws dug in and for a moment he thought the tubing would rip as blue coolant spilled from what looked before as an electrical wire, which was good because the shock might have electrocuted him.
For a moment he just swung there and looked down as the huge lump of scrap finally made contact with the floor, sending up a loud crash. But, after a while he decided that was enough and attempted a climb up, he pulled himself up into the gaping entrance to the corridor, being careful not to cut himself more on jagged metal.
He stood up and wiped the coolant off onto his jeans, he noticed that he was shaking; no surprise there, it was amazing that he got out of that alive.
"Shit! That was waaay to close!" Vincent concluded, panting heavily
He could see that up ahead that the corridor's connection to the ramp looked dangerously unstable, and the part he was on now was slanting down a bit.
Vincent thought about how the corridor's and hallway's had become so damaged and wrecked and added to his previous theory of the facility falling on something; that, the facility, maybe not all of it was on a stable platform, perhaps a table top mountain, surrounded by rocky spires, the mountain would have to have a really large surface but he was just happy that he wasn't dead.
The T-junction was connected to a ramp, the increase in height must have made it structurally unsound, because obviously it wasn't designed to be above ground; when the facility dropped it appeared the long stretch of corridor, that connected to the T-junction and storage room from the ramp had buckled and snapped; the T-junction had fallen onto a rocky spire and wedged itself there, but the weight of the storage room had been too much, and so it had completely sheared away.
It was by sheer luck that Vincent was still alive
He stood and looked over the jungle below
'This is ridiculous…' Vincent thought; and with that he turned tail and went to find Kelmore; if he was still alive, but he knew where to look.
It was eerily quiet in this part of the facility; dark too, most of the lights had stopped working and Vincent didn't have a torch, which made moving through the corridors to the MTM lab difficult. He didn't even know it was there, but it was worth a shot.
Vincent was also trying desperately to be quiet, which was difficult because he was always tripping in the dark areas, he came to the conclusion that if there were anything around in the immediate area, they would have heard Vincent by now, but he didn't want to stick around to be disproved, so he tried to quicken his pace.
Vincent finally arrived at the lobby room, this place, like all the others he'd seen was wrecked. The desk which the pretty Natalka had once sat was overturned; papers and other desk-orientated things were strewn across the floor, and the large exotic fish tank had ruptured from the fall of the facility, there was broken glass everywhere, the floor was wet and there weren't any fish around, just smears of something around the floor. Blood; there had clearly been something here and Vincent's heart skipped a beat. He stood and listened out for anything, but nothing but the drip, drip, drip of a small amount of water left in the tank getting out onto the floor.
Once Vincent was sure he was safe; as safe as he could be in this situation; Vincent moved around to the other side of the tank and headed to the junction ahead of him. He took a left, just ahead of him the door to MTM lab one, and hopefully Kelmore.
He got to the door. To his surprise it was open, he pushed it aside and entered the console room, he looked left towards the console, no power, no nasty surprises either; he spared a quick glance to a ventilation grate in the upper right corner, where he had witnessed his father's horrible actions in his sleep deprived state. Vincent still didn't understand why, he'd been looking for answers at the back of his mind for a while, but still didn't have any.
He switched his gaze forward , to the reinforced steel door that lead to the decontamination airlock then to the lab, or, he looked at what used to be a large steel door anyway; the door itself was just a mess, it was a slab of buckled twisted metal that opened out from the doorframe; it was like something big, and hideously strong had tried to get out. Vincent just stared confused at the door, had Kelmore got out? He was enhanced but; Kelmore wasn't that strong.
'Maybe he's been changed as well… at least he's alive, maybe.' Vincent thought, moving further into the lab
He doubted Kelmore was still in the testing area but he wanted to check anyway, he went through the decontamination area, stepping over a couple of hazmat suits that had been strewn across the floor; he started to go down the metal stairs and what he saw shocked and confused him even more; the frame closest to him, the sender node; had been twisted and in every sense of the word broken, the cuffs that had held the now absent Kelmore in place were just pieces of scrap on the floor and the metal pylons they were attached to were bent out of shape completely. But what really shocked him the most was the rocky plateau decorated with tufts of grass, scattered leaves and twigs where the other node had been, upon a closer look it appeared there was no rocky debris, the rock was just there, out of the floor.
It looked like there would have been more rock, but the floor had just sliced through it, seamlessly, it was like the two had perfectly fused together; like one had just; appeared in the other. Very strange, but what was the oddest was the fact that where the other node's arches had been. There was now a towering rocky structure, a damaged arch, with parts missing, decorated with vines and moss, and it wasn't the sort of dusty orange rock that was fused with the floor, this rock was a deep purple. It looked ominous, and Vincent could see parts of the old, metal arches sticking out the sides of the new weird rocky arch; like the rock had just materialized around the receiving node.
'What the…!' Vincent thought to himself, with a look of benign confusion stretched across his face.
He wanted to leave this creepy place; the light in the lab was flickering, casting strobes of light against the bizarre structure that didn't belong; Vincent thought it all must have something to do with the teleporter's, but he had no idea what, he was confused, disorientated, thirsty and worried, he'd try to figure it out later because right now he needed to find Kelmore, but where was he, if he wasn't here he would be somewhere else in the facility, and he probably didn't know that the place had moved so Vincent thought that he would go to the tram room to try and find and exact well deserved revenge on Edward.
But that was impossible, Kelmore would have seen Vincent and helped him if that were the case, or Vincent would have seen Kelmore on his way down to the lab; where was he?!
Vincent was distracted from his thoughts though when the lights died completely, not just the ones in the lab, the hallway too; suddenly, a booming alarm resonated through the facility, the sound filled his ears, it seemed to be coming from everywhere, no clear location, but what it said made Vincent's stomach drop.
"WARNING, LEVEL FIVE REACTOR HAS BEEN DEACTIVATED; POWER LEVELS HAVE REACHED CRITICAL, DIVERTING POWER FROM ALL NON-ESSENTIAL SYSTEMS AND SWITHING TO BACKUP POWER SUPPLY. WARNING; ONCE EMERGENCY SUPPLY HAS BEEN DEPLETED, FACILITY 2'S FAILSAFE WILL BE ACTIVATED; ALL STAFF EVACUATE TO SAFE DISTANCE. FAILSAFE ACTIVATION IN T-MINUS 72 HOURS AND COUNTING"
Vincent smacked himself mentally, how could he forget about the failsafe, how could he forget that he was potentially walking around inside ground zero of what could be a massive explosion. But at least he knew where Kelmore would be now; core containment. Vincent sighed, it would mean backtracking; and that noise might have woken up a lot of undesirable things.
He left the lab, and instinctively looked left, his heart stopped. He could see several figures in the very dimly lit end of the corridor; he didn't think twice, he sprinted out from under the dim blinking light to core containment.
He passed the shattered fish tank and took a right; seeing an information board which made it clear that the way he was going was to core containment, he could hear the mob of things close on his literal tail
He passed a lab with some monstrosity banging on the glass to get out and make Vincent into its dinner or kill-toy or something, Vincent ignored it, he didn't want to think about it, he reached the door to core containment; the corridor opened up a little bit and dead centre was a heavy steel door, that was closed; With no sign of Kelmore. He ran up to the door and tried to open it, his panicked state making him forget something important; a white grid of light passed over him then flashed red.
"Warning, insufficient clearance level, security des…"
It was strange, adrenaline and fear were pumping through him and he was so angry at the stupid idiotic clearance system, but when he glared at the scanner with hatred he didn't expect the synthetic voice to just stop, lucky coincidence maybe? It didn't matter though, the door wasn't opening and Vincent could hear then now, the gurgled screams of the bloodthirsty mob of abominations was at the end of the corridor and he was at a dead end. He closed his eyes as his soon to be killers came into the light about twenty metres ahead of him; he backed up against the door as far as he could go.
'Is this really it?' Vincent thought to himself; he hadn't done so many things, best not to worry about it, he would be dead soon and that would be that; A lot of pain, then nothing.
The screams and twisted cries were getting closer.
Vincent wanted to cry, he let out a small whimper and a tear rolled down his scaled face. He hated his father but he wished he could tell him he loved him and apologize for all his mistakes.
Yes, so very close now…
But in that brief moment of forgiveness and terror, Vincent didn't notice the feel of the door on his wings disappear, he opened his eyes and noticed he was falling backwards, he landed on the floor, hard, near crushing his wings.
The door had opened; he felt himself being dragged backward and heard the door slide shut; followed by several angry thumps and screams muffled by the door. His eyes were still teary and he couldn't see much, but he wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and what he saw was a shock and a relief at the same time.
No less than a couple of feet away from his face was a barrel of a gun, held by a deep, ochre yellow, scaly, clawed hand. Vincent's eyes travelled up the body to meet the shredded remains of a lab-coat and then a draconic face with eyes of deep indigo and a thoroughly confused expression.
"Who the fuck are you!?" said an all too familiar German accent
I wonder who that is!? hehe, hope you guys/gals enjoyed the chapter, im not making any promises but ill get the next chapter to you as soon as possible, don't worry I'm not dissapearing ;) And also don't worry, because spyro WILL be featuring in the next chapter, wouldn't be much of a spyro fan-fic without him you know? R&R and thanks for reading.
Also I apolagise for any grammar or silly aesthetical mistakes I made; I wanted to get this to you guys as soon as possible, ill try and edit out any mistakes later but right now? sleep. Bye! :)
