-1Ok, don't own the sega characters, but I do own my character, Jace, etc. bla bla blah.
Earth - 2200
A dark silhouette leaps from building to building against the star-absent sky. Behind him, the whirring of helicopter blades and beneath him, the wail of sirens. Upon a closer look, the vehicles have one large, bold word printed on the side - Police, and the silhouette is a masked man that appears to be clutching some sort of contraption. The darkness conceals all the remaining detail.
The chase seems to last forever, but suddenly, the lone man vanishes from sight.
Stumbling, he jumps into an alley and quickly knocks down a decrepit old door. For a moment, he stood in the doorway, quickly taking in the dank miserable room that was laid out in front of him. His shadow loomed in front of him, it's ghastliness fueled by the street lamps behind him.
With a sudden jerk, he throws his contraption to the ground. From the outside, it seems like a plain metal suitcase, but in it was a large array of buttons: green, yellow, red, a mish-mash of colors. The man crouched down over this device, opened it, and began to work. He pressed buttons left and right, knobs top and bottom, his eyes blanketed by the dark, it was alright, it was only the him, the dark, and the LED's. The beeping of the buttons came flurries at a time, but then the quick jittering rhythm was cut through by a broad, screeching sound. The man stood back a little, eyes now visible as a scintillating red light flooded over the details of his face. An alarm had gone off, something was wrong.
One step, then a quick sprint, the man quickly tried to bolt out the door, knowing that an error with a machine of its magnitude could lead only to disaster. As his hands neared the door handle, a bright light burst forth from the suitcase. At first, he noticed that he felt cold, then his vision tunneled and the colors seemed to slide within each other, mixing and spinning, then black. The wave of light was flooded by blackness as the room returned to normal, with the exception of one missing man.
He opened his eyes to whiteness, "Light?" He thought, but he still felt cold, he paused a moment to consider this, "Seems like a wind or breeze," he looked to the right - a wall of blue, looked forward - blinding white, looked left - another wall of blue, then he turned all the way around and looked down - trees, and they were coming fast. Ironically, he had noticed that the initial impact was, in a way, refreshing, it cleared his grogginess and brought him to alert. Unfortunately, that moment of revitalization lasted barely long enough for him to finish that thought. With cracks coming from both the woods and his body, he crashed into the prongs of branches as he fell. A few birds flew away from the disturbance, and everything was quiet again soon after.