Second Coming
Chapter one: Deadman walking
Prophet squinted his eyes, after an unknown time in a black void now he was blinded by a blinding light. His eyes slowly adjusted as he began to hear the desperate man's voice again "I said all of your credits now everyone!" Prophet really wanted to shut this guy up. He continued to listen to the guy ramble on as his eyes adjusted. Even though he couldn't move his head to get a look around he could still see some of his surroundings. He saw a tall white wall with tall windows letting in the blasted sunlight. His eyes moved away to look at what appeared to be display cases and what were inside them surprised him. Ceph technology. They were weather worn and rusted somewhat but prophet knew their tech when he saw it.
"SUIT POWER AT 30%" SECOND chimed in.
Prophet flexed his fingers no more than mere twitches but they were moving at least. He heard the man talk some more "WHO HERE USED THEIR DAMN OMNI-TOOL?! I KNOW SOMEONE DID THE COPS ARE HERE!" The man was yelling and in near panic by now. Prophet was able to move his head ever so slightly as he felt the suit's power return and he tried looking for the man. He saw him standing in front of a scared crowd holding what he guessed was a gun. He wasn't a big guy by any means but you didn't need to be big to threaten a crowd with a gun.
"SUIT POWER AT 45%"
Prophet tried moving his legs he was relieved when felt them move. Now that he might be able to walk he could try to stop this guy before someone got hurt. As he slowly moved his arms and legs to get up he watched the guy grab a young girl from the crowd. "NO ONE COME IN HERE I HAVE HOSTAGES!" he yelled into an orange light on his hand the girl was crying. Prophet wasn't going to let this guy walk out of here.
"SUIT POWER AT 65%"
Prophet got up slowly he watched as the crowd went from scared to a mixture of disbelief and shock. "What are you all looking at." The hostage taker asked. Prophet took a couple steps towards him before the man turned around. The man lost all color in his face he was so shocked he dropped his gun and lost the grip on the girl. The man looked like he was going to say something before prophet grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet. The man gripped at Prophet's hand trying to loosen his grip he stopped briefly as Prophet glanced at one of the windows.
The sergeant was outside going over the plan on how to extract the hostages and neutralize the target. "All right Bravo you head in through the back while Charlie you guys go in through front and grab his attention Alpha and I are going in through the roof we move in five." The other officers nodded in agreement.
The Sergeant turned around to load his rifle only to watch the target go through one of the windows and crash into one of the police vehicles.
Prophet stood there looking out the broken window at the cityscape before him to say he was shocked would be an understatement. The buildings towered into the sky before him they were in somewhat rough shape almost as if he was in a post war city. His gaze went up slightly and saw what appeared to be flying cars whizzing by. He didn't know where was, he didn't know the exact date either but he know one thing for sure. He was in the future.
(A/N: Hey there reader let me know if I'm rushing this or moving to slow that was one of the problems with my last story that I'm trying to work on.)