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Author's note: Two new OCs by Alardem and TheDude5000! Alan isn't Russian though. Don't strain yourself by trying to imagine the accent.
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(Alan Savlov's POV)
I could spend hours at a time doing this, just sitting here and staring longingly down at the 9mm pistol in my hand.
It would be so easy, and I would so love to end this excuse of a life I lead.
But I couldn't, I wouldn't abandon my wife and daughter to endure our family's darkest years alone. If I were to die now, they'd have no hope for their future. Nothing to get them through the torment Armacham brought them every day.
One day I'd get them back though. Whether it be by Armacham's will or otherwise. My family suffered because of the things I'd seen and heard during the Fairport Crisis sixteen years ago.
They suffered because of my mistakes.
I'd rather Armacham just have me killed and be done with it, but they wouldn't assassinate me like I wanted, not while I could still be of use to them. I had learned too much about their company's inner workings, and now they wouldn't let me go.
And they used my family to keep me in line. I had to do everything asked of me or they would increase the pain they dealt my wife Vanessa. And my daughter Violet, they used her in their "experiments". They were trying to turn her into one of those damn psychic freaks. Every day I had to fight for Armacham whilst the image of the two people I loved most in the whole world living miserably played through my head.
I holstered the gun and silently resolved that I'd avenge their ruined lives as soon as Armacham's back was turned just for a second. But for now, I had to work with the man who tortured my imprisoned wife whenever I showed any form of defiance.
Alexander Burnwood.
That was almost as bad as having my family used as blackmail against me. It was as if Armacham actually wanted to antagonize me to the point of suicide. Every day was like a fucking curse. Armacham was the absolute bane of my existence, and I had to do whatever they demanded of me. I was forced to swallow my hatred and just deal with it.
Apparently, I was going on an assignment with the big man himself today, though I wasn't aware of it's objective. I was on my way to be briefed at the moment.
While walking through the maze-like hallways of the ATC facility, I came across a massive hole in the wall were one or other of the psychics that Becket had escaped with yesterday had blasted out of his cell. There were a few workers attempting to repair it, and were having quite a hard time doing so, as there wasn't much wall left to fix. So they effectively had to completely rebuild it, bricks, sheetrock, and all.
Good.
When I finally located Alexander, he was talking to Andrew Keegan, one of the products of Project Olympus. Everyone called him Freddy Krueger. I'd heard rumors that he could project hallucinations, particularly bad ones, into other people's minds.
Alexander noticed me approaching and smiled poisonously.
"Well hello Alan. You seem cheerful as always," he stated spitefully.
I gritted my teeth, doggedly biting back a sarcastic retort. If I were to show insubordination, my wife would pay for it later.
"What is the assignment," I asked in an almost robotic tone.
"Straight to the point then? None of our usual friendly banter? Alright, since you're coming as well, I'll give you the simpler details. You, Andrew, myself, three Artemis soldiers, and two-hundred ATC security troops are going on a city-wide search. It seems that, while Danielle is looking for Lucy Wade, I am tasked with hunting down a 'defector'. You remember Elizabeth Main don't you?"
Main? She most certainly wasn't the type to defect. She was far too loyal. I suspected that I was being lied to. However, I kept it to myself.
"Yes," I answered curtly.
"Well, she was on a mission with Luke and Malcolm when she decided to turn. Killed both of the poor bastards," he said in such a casual, relaxed manner as for me to discern that he honestly didn't care if I believed his obvious fabrication or not.
"When do we leave," I inquired.
"When Prometheus starts. So around noon tomorrow."
Andrew frowned disapprovingly,"I elected not to bring you along. Unenhanced specialists are notorious for failing missions when enhanced targets are involved," he turned to Alexander,"Are you sure he won't get us all killed?"
"Are you really the one to be questioning another's abilities? I heard you never were able to beat your brother at anything. As a matter of fact, I heard you had to fuck Aristide to even get a job at ATC. And do you know what else, I also heard you got her pregnant! What was that kid's name? Aiden or something else like that," I wasn't worried about insulting Andrew. My wife wouldn't be hurt if I happened to piss him off. Plus I needed to vent some anger.
Andrew's eyes flashed with fury,"My brother is dead Savlov, I don't care if I'm as good as he used to be. And the rumor about me sleeping with Aristide is a goddamn lie! And if I ever here you say anything else about it I'll-."
Alexander laid a huge hand on Andrew's shoulder as if to hold him back.
"That's enough Andrew. You don't have to worry about Alan here doing anything wrong. He knows what'll happen if he does. Isn't that right Alan?"
"Yes," I hissed.
"Yes what," Alexander asked mockingly.
"Yes sir," I said with unimaginable difficulty.
"That's better, now get out of my sight."
I turned stiffly and strode away from the loathsome pair.
One day they'd get what they deserved.
I'd make sure of it.
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Author's note: This chapter is short but that's mostly because I got this OC(Alan) just a few days ago and I wanted to do a chapter in his POV because I saw it as an opportunity to introduce the other OC(Andrew) all in one chapter. I hope everyone liked it! Alan Savlov was created by Alardem. Andrew Keegan was created by TheDude5000. Please review. I literally write faster the more reviews I get. It really gets me motivated. Seriously am I going to be reduced to offering cyber-cookies?
