This was a very bad day for a certain Cultural Exchange Security Squad officer, working inside a certain government facility designed specifically to house newly discovered liminal species or hostile liminals, which was at the time, housing a certain "green behemoth".
Going through another day without any mishaps for weeks have proven to be quite boring. The thought of having another cup of coffee to pass the time was shattered as the blaring sound an emergency alarm echoed throughout the whole Extraspecies Containment Facility, indicating a containment breach.
After broken out of his stupor and dropping his coffee cup on the floor, Pvt. Yanagi Yoshida immediately broke into a sprint and reached for his combat gear and his MP5. Loading the gun with fresh non-lethal rounds, Yanagi tried to contact his teammates for confirmation.
" This is Pvt. Yanagi Yoshida of Bravo Squad, reporting in. Come in, Bravo Squad. Over."
"This is Sgt. Minato Aihara of Bravo Squad, I hear you loud and clear private. What's your 20? Over."
"Currently on the Floor 3 of east wing Alpha. What's the situation? Over."
"Containment breach. One of 'em beasts escaped containment and are now rampant inside the facility. Command is calling the squads currently available to apprehend the target. Target last seen at Floor 2 of north wing Alpha. We're gonna rendevzous at Site Alpha. Copy that? Over."
"Roger that. Over and out."
The noices of blaring alarms and the red blinking lights started to annoy the private as he raced through the skybridge connecting east wing Alpha towards the main building of Site Alpha, while passing through hordes of employees who were non-combatants running towards the emergency exit. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, the private couldn't help but feel excited throughout this whole predicament. Just then, he heard a static, and the walkie-talkie on his combat vest flared to life.
"kkzzzzzhhhtt-shit, shit, this is-ahhgk!! This is Sgt. Aihara of..Bravo Squad...requesting backup, I repeat...requesting-oh no, oh SHI-kkzzzhhhtt"
"Sergeant!! Do you copy!?"
Silence.
" Dammit, Minato!!! Do you copy!!?"
The private sweated profusely. This is worse than he thought. Whatever abomination this facility was currently holding had now gone on a rampage, and chances are people are dying every minute. He rushed as fast as he could towards the rendevzous point. He had a feeling his sergeant didn't make it. He had to make sure the rest of his team was still alive. He wasn't sure if the other squads would share the same fate.
Reaching the hallways of Site Alpha, he heard the loud echoes of gunfire, indicating that the target may be nearby. As he was about take his next step however, he heard a strange crackling sound, followed by the screams, and then silence. The strange sounds he heard sounded like one of those energy weapons you would see in a sci-fi movie, but that didn't make any sense. The screams were definitely some other unfortunate CESS officers who met their doom at the hands of...whatever they're dealing with now.
Holding the MP5 firmly while silently walking towards the source of the chaos, Yanagi heard metallic sounds repeating in a uniform manner, almost like footsteps. He held the barrel of his MP5 parallel to his vision, waiting for the target to show itself. His breaths were unstable, and his hands were shaking despite his best attempts to retain a steady aim. He was all alone now. He couldn't contact any of his team, and the other squads would take forever to reach his position. He waited around the corner. A large silhoutte appeared, and the monster, was now in front of him.
He could make out a humanoid shape, but that's it. No horns, tails, wings, extra limbs, or anything of the sort. Its skin seemed metallic, and green in colour. But what surprised him the most was its face, or rather its lack of one, which resembled a visor instead of an actual face. Then it clicked into him.
This was the Green Behemoth.
There were rumours that a certain Cultural Exchange Coordinator took a new undiscovered liminal species into the facility for research purposes, except it doesn't resemble a liminal in the natural sense. He didn't hear much, but what he did know was that the unknown liminal was humanoid in appearance, and was green all over. And it was a tad taller than the average adult human. Some of the scientists who he had unintentionally eavesdropped on even called the being a "raging green behemoth of a creature".
Staring into the Behemoth's faceless visor, Yanagi realized why some of the scientists had a hard time calling it a liminal. He wasn't an absolute nerd when it comes to science fiction, but even he could tell he was actually looking at a helmet rather than a face, and the green, metallic skin the Behemoth possessed, was actually some kind of exoskeleton armor. The armor itself looked way too futuristic to be man-made, making the being looked more like an extraterrestrial visitor than an actual mythical creature.
So deep in thought Yanagi was, that he did not realize the Behemoth had closen up on him and snatched his MP5 away from his grip, in which afterwards it broke his gun in half with a simple flick of its wrists. Before he could even retort, a single metallic hand reached for his neck and lifted him up in the air. Gasping for air, he tried to pry open the metallic grip on his neck but to no avail. The hand suddenly jerked him forward and before he knew it, he was thrown back to a wall with tremendous force, almost knocking him out.
Resisting the pain coursing through his body, Yanagi tried his best to stay awake, and saw a blurry silhouette of the Behemoth walking away, its back facing towards him. The private wasn't willing to give up that easily, however, as he took the opportunity to immediately reach out for his P220 strapped on his back which was loaded with live ammunition as a last resort, and aimed for the green silhoutte. He took a deep breath, and fired.
Only to see the bullet easily ricochet off the Behemoth's metallic armor.
He fired several more times, with the same result.
He should've expected this, really. What chance did he even have? A measly private in the CESS trying to take out a beast that could've possibly took out his entire squad, and perhaps others as well, singlehandedly.
Yanagi saw the green silhoutte getting closer towards him. He couldn't hear anything, but he was sure the Behemoth was very pissed right now. He saw it suddenly materializing a literal stun rod out of the blue in its hand, and realizing what the Behemoth was gonna do, widened his eyes with terror.
"Oh shi-"BZZZZHHHTTT
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The Behemoth dematerialized the stun rod after knocking down what seemed like the 100th human he had come across who had tried to subdue him. He kept walking towards what he knew to be the exit.
Numerous squads of CESS officers were already forming a perimeter around the facility. The whole place was in chaos. Helicopters flew around bathing the entire facility from above with spotlights.
Delta Squad had positioned themselves at the back exit of Site Alpha. The door suddenly opened a little, prompting the squad to aim their weapons immediately while waiting for any signs of the Behemoth. Without warning, a belt filled with suspicious canisters were thrown out the small opening of the door. One of the squad instantly realized what it was.
"FLASHBANG!!!"
A blinding flash of light illuminated the whole area. Some of the officers managed to shield their eyes from the light. Others weren't so lucky.
A green blur emerged from the door, and held a weird-looking gun which then fired a ball of electricity towards the unsuspecting CESS squad. They tried to run away from being hit by the projectile, though their efforts were proven fruitless.
"WATCH OU-" A loud crackling sound followed by a discharge of electricity took out the entire squad, the instant jolt shocking their bodies, thus rendering them immobile and unconscious.
Doomslayer put away the Plasma Rifle after using the Stun Bomb modification. He knew that simply taking them all out with his newly acquired stun rods would be just as easy, but he didn't have time to waste. He needed to hurry. Thankfully those flashbangs he found earlier proved to be quite useful.
Climbing pass the border walls surrounding the facility, he leapt into the forest and sprinted towards the direction of the suburbs, where the supposed anomaly was detected.
He knew what was coming, and for the first time since coming here, he felt genuine excitement.
The Doomslayer smirked.
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Fifteen minutes earlier
The Doomslayer was bored.
Stuck in a nicely decorated square room which had several weird paintings and good lighting, along with a bed, a chair and table, a half-eaten steak and unfinished glass of iced lemonade placed on the table, and a 50-inch television with less than a dozen channels available, the Unchained Predator felt genuine pain for the first time since he woke up in Mars.
The pain of not having any demons to rip and tear to shreds.
The physical exercise the humans convinced him to go through were kinda fun, but at the end, nothing beats ripping a Baron's horn off and bashing its head with its own horn, blowing the former to pieces. There's nothing interesting at all to do in his room, and the shows he could find on the television were all boring, none of them featured any blood and violence.
At least the room had air conditioning, even though eons in Hell had rendered him basically unaffected by extreme heat.
So far the humans had actually took careful measures to make sure he was as comfortable as possible, almost like treating him like a special guest in their faculty. He was currently wearing a simple white T-shirt and shorts, though said clothing was barely capable of hiding his immense buffed figure. His own sense of luxury had been severely diminished over the years, but he could say this was still certainly better than the kind of treatment he received from the UAC. Being worshipped by a fanatical cult while being stuck inside a sarcophagus was definitely not his idea of a good time.
Initially he was hesitant when the humans asked him to remove his own Praetor Suit, as that would be tantamount to asking him to strip off a part of his own skin. But after convinced by VEGA to listen to the humans, and pleaded by the humans that they will take good care of his suit, he relented anyway. Meaningless to say, they were surprised to see him without his armor, for some reason.
He had been given a briefing by one of the humans about the condition of the world he was in. Three years ago, a bill was passed that allowed mythical creatures previously thought to be fictional, to finally reveal themselves to the world and blend with human society. Although since the bill was fairly recent, there had been some minor problems regarding the relations between humans and non-human species.
That was all that he remembered in the briefing, he couldn't care less about humans and non-humans. In his eyes, as long as they're not demons and they don't get in his way, then he has no beef with them.
Although there was one thing that caught his attention. Argent.
These non-humans, despite what VEGA said about them not being "related" to demons, clearly possessed traces of Argent Energy within their system. He even felt it when he was beating the crap out of those pigmen. That is irrefutable fact that they are somehow at least related to the Wraiths, and Argent D' Nur, somehow. He needed to know more. Maybe, if possible, there could be a way out of this dimension and back to his original one, the only problem is how.
He looked at the unfinished meal on his table, then at the television, the comfy bed, and the nicely decorated room he was in. That was what the humans decided to give him, since they had a hard time trying to understand what he wanted since, well, he never spoke.
He had never uttered a single word since his time in Hell, and even on Mars. Not that he can't. He simply won't. Eventually their communication problem was briefly solved when one of the humans decided to give him a pen and paper. He only told them to give him something simple. He never needed food anyway. But it wouldn't hurt to finally have a taste of real food after like, forever.
As comfortable as he was now, he couldn't help but itch for a battle. He knew that his job was far from over. He had to wipe them out, no matter where, when, or what. His time as the Bane of Hell had made him no longer suitable for normal, peaceful life. He had decided to leave all that behind the moment he waged a one-man war against the army of Hell, and crafted a legend out of himself. And he wasn't planning on just stopping here.
And by some miracle, his silent prayer was answered, by the sudden sound of static on his television. The news channel which was currently airing about some political drama he couldn't care less about suddenly transformed into an unrecognizable pattern of numbers and alphabets filling the entire screen. However, the constantly changing alphabets and numbers slowly clustered together to form a single, familiar sentence.
[I AM VEGA]
The Doomslayer raised his eyebrow in curiosity. VEGA had managed to hack into the digital television and transmit a message that only the he could see. It wasn't much of a surprise, considering VEGA was a highly sophisticated AI capable of running an entire Martian facility dedicated to solving humanity's energy crisis by extracting energy from another dimension.
Another message popped up on the screen.
[GET THE SUIT]
It was all that he needed to know.
The television faded to black, and the metal door of his room slid open.
Good. He wouldn't have to pry it open himself.
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"Woah, what the hell just happened?" A watchman who happened to be in charge of the surveillance cameras operating inside the cell of subject D001-76, otherwise known as the "Green Behemoth", was bewildered by the sudden disruption of all the surveillance units present, leaving him staring at static images on the monitors. Unsure of the situation, the watchman decided to report to his superiors.
"Security, I lost signal of the cameras inside D001-76's cell. Send in some guys to check it out."
Two security officers rushed towards the floor where the cell containing the Behemoth was located. They were stunned by the sight of a large muscled being who were calmly walking towards them. The two officers realized that the Behemoth was out of his cell, and pulled out their stun rods, attempting to subdue him.
"Sir, I don't wanna do this. Please, go back into your room. We couldn't let you out yet."
One of the officer tried to plead with the behemoth, to no avail. As the being kept walking forward, the officer decided to gather his courage and attacked.
The stun rods wielded by the security officers were custom-made specifically to subdue non-human species. It contains enough electrical power to deliver shocking pain towards even powerful liminal species such as Ogres, Minotaurs and Heavyweight Centaurs. So it was natural for the officers to be confident in their abilities to subdue the Behemoth.
Of course, all it did, was tickle the Behemoth.
From the Doomslayer's perspective...
The Doomslayer stared at the two humans who swung their electrical rods at him in an effort to keep him from escaping. Even though one of them managed to hit him directly, he only felt a bit of a sting, like getting grazed by an Imp's fireball. He had endured much worse. The tethering system that bastard Hayden put on his suit was much more powerful than the little zappy sticks the humans were holding.
So he decided to grab both of the rods and yanked it out of the humans' hands, surprising them at the same time. In a display of superhuman speed, he immediately spun the rods around and weakly nudged at the necks of both of the humans. Turns out even a small contact is enough to jolt them out of their consciousness.
Walking down the corridor, he came across a dozen more humans wearing protective vests and wielding the same rods trying to stop him from escaping. They stood no chance.
With each swing they delivered, the Hellwalker easily sidestepped and delivered one of his own. One by one, they fell. One of the humans even had the gall to fire a taser round at him, only to realize it did no effect at all, aside from annoying him much more. He too, fell under the might of the Slayer and his dual-wielded zappy sticks.
The blaring sound of the emergency alarm echoed throughout the area he was in. Apparently the whole facility was aware of the situation, and had decided to ring the alarm, possibly to call in more reinforcements to try and recapture him. He will not let that happen.
He saw a nearby monitor suddenly flaring with static, until incomprehensible patterns of codes appeared on the screen which slowly formed into sentences. He knew who was behind it. The AI had finally decided to become helpful once more.
[TO YOUR LEFT]
Taking a detour to the left, the Doomslayer navigated down the endless hallways and rooms with VEGA's assistance in an effort to find his Praetor Suit back.
5 minutes later
Holding the helmet once more in his hands, the Doomslayer took a short glance at the symbol marked on the top left of his visor, a reminder of his origin, his purpose, and his goal. Carefully re-attaching the helmet to the rest of the suit, he felt relieved looking at the familiar HUD activating itself, and the voice of VEGA reaching his earlobes.
"Welcome back, Doomslayer. The Praetor Suit has been fully rebooted and are now fully operational. In case you were wondering, the employees at this facility have also did a thorough job at cleaning the suit, just in case you wanted to know."
The Slayer looked at his gloves and saw how shiny they were compared to how dull they used to be. He looked back at the room he was in, which was littered with bodies laying around the floor.
No, they were not dead. Just unconscious.
The stun rods, or "zappy sticks", turned out to be quite useful at subduing non-demons, so the Doomslayer had opted to store it within his warp pack, along with the rest of his arsenal. He had to admit it, he was quite grateful for the humans. Not only have they cleaned his suit, they also gave him a nice room for the time he spent here, and now he had two more handy weapons in his inventory. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. As long as they stay away from Mars and Argent Energy in the future, he won't have any beef with them.
He needed to be careful when using his weapons though. Considering the lack of them around, he couldn't just waste every shot he currently has. So far, he could probably only rely on those zappy sticks to initiate an offensive. Not to mention, most of his weapons are very deadly, and he wouldn't want to have to slaughter his way out of here. These humans don't deserve such cruel fate.
The voice of VEGA interrupted his thoughts.
"Doomslayer, you might be wondering why it was urgent for you to retrieve your Praetor Suit. After conducting a thorough scan of our surroundings, I have managed to hack into the electronics which possessed the capability to receive radio signals and examine the layout of this entire facility. I have also gained access to this Earth's version of the internet and performed a complete analysis of the nearby cities and man-made infrastructure near this facility. So far, I have not found any sign of UAC technology, which shouldn't really come off as a surprise."
The Doomslayer had a hard time paying attention to half of the words VEGA just said. He may know his way around firearms, but he was never that interested in technology. Either a sword or a particle beam, As long as it did the job, it's acceptable.
"However, I had detected very high traces of Argent Energy fluctuating rapidly in an area near the suburbs. There is not enough concrete evidence to support my theory, but I can assume that it might be a dimensional portal utilizing Argent Energy opening up a rift in spacetime. It is the most logical conclusion I could come up with. You know what that means, Doomslayer. It is not far from where we currently are. I can navigate us through this facility and bypass their security systems as long as I am connected. I advice you must hurry though, for there is no accurate prediction as to how long the portal might stay open."
The Doomslayer cracked his knuckles. VEGA was right. He did know what it meant.
He knew this world wasn't safe from them the moment he discovered beings harboring Argent Energy were roaming freely in this world. Took them long enough to finally come out.
It was time to rip and tear, once more.
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Author's Note
Thankfully this chapter is finally out. Sorry, still no ripping and tearing in this one as well. Don't worry. Yes, demons will make an appearance soon, so there WILL be ripping and tearing in the later chapters. Hopefully. This is my first time writing a Doom fanfic, so excuse me if the action scenes turn out to be a bit dissappointing. I'm only writing two stories for now. I'm still learning.
So I was wondering, how will the story progress from here? Do I make Doomslayer join the MON Squad and kick ass all the time making the rest of the team irrelevant?
Or have him become a host for other liminal species and potentially have a harem?
(Although if that were to happen, Doomslayer won't be accepting any advances from any of his harem anytime soon. At least in my story. Like, the guy fights Hell for a living, can you imagine him actually falling in love?)
Or perhaps make him a lone wolf and just give the middle finger to both humans and liminals alike, like a sort of vigilante?
Or maybe something else altogether, idk. I'm just winging it.
Thanks for reading.