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Darkness. It was overtaking me, dragging me down through many layers until I thought I was dead. I couldn't move. I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't even think, and this scared me the most. How long was I going to be stuck like this? How long was I even in here?

The only thing comforting me in my coma was a dream. The same dream I couldn't remember when I had first woken up as a Necromorph. As I rested in the state I was in now, I could see flashes coming back to me. In the dream, there was a man. Yes, a man and his wife. They both looked happy. They were sitting on a white, sandy beach as they shared a picnic basket and fed each other lovingly. Why was I dreaming of this? This had nothing to do with me.

After sharing the loving moment, the dream instantly changed until the two of them were on a space ship. The USG Ishimura, from the looks of it. I had seen that name before, when Mercer was guiding me into the Chemistry Lab. The ship looked exactly the same as it did in the dream: red with blood and body parts. The woman was nowhere to be seen, but the man was strapped down to a lab bench not unlike the one I had woken up in. What was he doing there? Why wasn't he trying to escape? That was when the dream changed yet again until I saw someone I was not familiar with at all: another man in what looked like a pressurized suit. Carrying a Plasma Cutter in his hand, he ran around the Ishimura, killing every Necromorph in his path. Horrified, I watched as he dismembered all of them, which made me realize how Necromorphs could be killed. He didn't seem to understand the situation at hand here. Why was he going around killing my kind? Did he not realize that this was the life he was supposed to choose? That was what Challus Mercer had said, and since I didn't know any better, I believed him one hundred percent. That was where the dream ended and pulled me back into the darkness I couldn't wake up from.

But then I realized something: I couldn't be killed the same way the other Necromorphs could. I was more powerful than that. I could regenerate dismembered limbs. But how? What I didn't realize was that I would soon find out.

After what felt like days, I was finally able to open my eyes on my own, though I couldn't move anything else. Flicking my gaze from left to right, I looked around at the Chemistry Lab again and took note of a Necromorph in the capsule next to me. It looked exactly like me, but not as advanced. Perhaps this one was a failure.

Mercer said he would wake me up when it was time, but this was too early! Or was I defying my creator?

Damn. I didn't want to think about it.

To my right, the door suddenly opened, and someone entered the room. Unfortunately, I couldn't move to break out of my capsule, so I was forced to watch as the man ran around the blood-stained room, collecting various items from boxes stored around the place. At one point, he moved close to me and reached for the Power Node in the cabinet next to me, and at that moment, I realized who he was: the man from my dreams. The Necromorph killer. I narrowed my eyes and attempted to growl at him out of instinct, but I couldn't.

After he was finished, he moved over to a desk on my left and began to mix something. "Processing request," a voice announced, "Please stand by." A few seconds passed.

"Antigen compound completed. Please remove the capsule." All the doors in the room were locked, so where was he supposed to go now?

"What are you doing?" another voice asked, and the man glanced up as the windows in the corner opened and Challus Mercer appeared.

"Your fight for survival is admirable, but pointless," Mercer continued, "And yet, you keep on going! It almost makes me think that we have hope as a species." The man remained silent. He didn't say much, did he?

"Am I the only one who sees that we have died out a long time ago? We just haven't accepted it yet." So that was what he meant when he was talking about ascension!

"Stop running," Mercer ordered, "Stop your struggle. Our future, your future, the future of our race ends here! Allow me to introduce you to humanity's child. The children that will replace us! Our greatest creation." With that, Mercer walked away, and suddenly, I heard a voice in my ear.

"Hunter," Mercer whispered, "It's time."

And following that, I could suddenly move! Shaking myself off, I finally growled as the man whirled around and backed up. I was quite proud of myself for being so intimidating. With a bang, I broke out of my capsule, flexed my blade arms, and stomped towards the man, who raised his Plasma Cutter and began to shoot at my limbs. Though I stumbled back in pain, I had to smirk to myself. This murderer was clueless. He didn't know what I could do.

Once he finished dismembering me, I collapsed to the ground and curled up into a ball, roaring as I felt my arms and legs regenerate. I glanced up for a minute as I noticed the man back up in horror again, raising his Plasma Cutter to strike again as we both heard a voice.

"You can't kill it, Isaac!" a woman informed him, "It's just going to keep regenerating! Get out of there! Run!"

"It"? She referred to me as "it"? Like I was just some creature? I didn't have time to think about it as the man-Isaac- suddenly hurled some blue energy at me and made a run for it through the side door.

Once I was finished regenerating, I slowly stood up, but a little too slow. That damn Isaac had somehow managed to slow me down! He was going to pay for this! I would kill for my creator!

Roaring, I flexed my regenerated arms as I stomped through the door after Isaac. I would let him know I was giving chase. As he continued to run, I suddenly spotted a vent next to me and climbed into it.

"Hunter," Mercer hissed into a small communicator he had equipped me with, "Whatever you do, don't let the engineer survive. Show him your power." I grunted in response. Yes, master. I would show him who he was messing with, but not until after I fulfilled my own agenda first.

I continued to crawl through the vents as I desperately searched for Isaac for more reasons than just to kill him. I wanted to know more about him, such as why he was killing Necromorphs. Ask questions and kill later was my philosophy.

Any time there was an opening, I peered through to see if Isaac was around, and he just looked behind him as I roared in an attempt to intimidate him. He was clearly frightened, which pleased me to no end. His Plasma Cutter shook in his hands.

I heard more voices as I crawled through the vents, and I peered down to see Isaac and Mercer having another confrontation. "Your persistence surprises me," Mercer commented as he paced back and forth, "Holding onto your final breath, you claw your way along. You hold on to what was once your world. But now, it belongs to the children." Isaac didn't say a word, which made me think someone had stolen his voice as a child.

"Be glad of the knowledge that your death…will bring their birth." So humans had to die for my kind to be born? That almost didn't seem fair. Almost.

As I continued to crawl, my blade got caught in the floor, and I roared in pain again. "Listen," Mercer whispered, "Can you hear it? It's coming. Say your prayers." I shuddered at those chilling words. My creator meant business. If I didn't kill Isaac, what would become of me?

Isaac made his way into the next room, where I quickly traversed my way there as well, breaking through the vent and marching towards the engineer again. He had escaped me once; he wouldn't escape again. Out of nowhere, I saw the blue ball of energy again, and I side stepped it so as not to get caught in that trap again. I glanced over at the door for a minute to see it was locked. Perfect. Now it was just the two of us plus some other Necromorphs. Isaac went around killing the others, and I waited patiently until he was finished so I could corner him.

Raising my arm, I slashed at his chest, which caused him to groan and stumble back. Now was my chance. I closed in on him and backed him up into a wall as I used my other blade to lift his chin up to mine. As I slashed him again, something flew out of his pocket, and when I glanced down, I saw it was a photograph of a woman. A blonde woman, from the looks of it.

Boom! Boom! Boom! I felt searing pain in my arms, and while I stumbled back, Isaac slowed me down again and then made a run for it. Once everything snapped back to normal for me, I stopped and picked up the photograph. I silently admonished myself for failing to kill the engineer when I had him cornered, but I couldn't help it.

I studied the blonde woman in the picture, and when I flipped it over, I noticed the writing. Nicole Brennan, I thought, Is that why Isaac is here? To find her?

Growling, I ripped the picture in two. Why was it that he knew everything about himself and I didn't? It was unfair! I had to admit I was jealous of the engineer a little bit. That made me want to kill him even more. The idea that I harbored these human feelings wouldn't sit well with Mercer. Not at all.

Twenty minutes later, I was still wandering around in the same room when all the air suddenly disappeared. Why did I care? I didn't need it to survive anyway!

All right, Hunter, I chided myself, When Isaac comes back, try and speak to him. You can do it!

I first tried sounding out Nicole's name, but to no avail. I had to try, or else Isaac wouldn't understand me. What was his purpose in life?

Perhaps I wasn't paying attention, or I wasn't feeling like myself, for suddenly, the door opened up ahead, and after killing the other Necromorphs in the room, Isaac fled past me and continued running. I growled in an attempt to get his attention, and I failed. "Hunter!" Mercer hissed, "You aren't taking care of him like I asked you to. I will give you one more chance. Do not fail me!" With that, I ran and climbed into the vents as I stalked Isaac for the rest of his journey in the Medical Deck. I had to know about him at this point. Screw Mercer! Screw ascension!

I continued to crawl until I reached a dead end, and using my blade, I pushed my way through until I confronted Isaac again. This time, I would get him. In the middle of the room was a freezing chamber, and as soon as I realized what Isaac was trying to do, I swooped in for the kill. I slashed at him even more furiously now in an attempt to weaken him, but he was still strong. He dismembered me and managed to lure me into the freezing chamber, where he slowed me down again, ran into a control room across from us, and pressed a button. With that, I roared as I felt my body freeze and curl up into a ball, and I closed my eyes yet again as I embraced the familiar darkness.