City of Vale, Six's Apartment
Alice was watching the news. City hall had been bombed. There was at least 100 casualties.
She was worried, Six was out there and she knew he'd get involved in this mess, he always got involved. She hoped he wouldn't get in over his head.
Unknown Location
Six woke up restrained to something, he was moving. He was strapped to a dolly cart.
He was in a hallway with white metal walls. There were Dust Devils walking the halls, these weren't wearing masks, they gave Six angry looks.
"Huh, look who's awake." A familiar voice said. It was the wolf faunas from before.
"Oh great you again." Six said. "Hmm, nice place you got here, cozy."
"Shut up." The wolf faunas said.
"Well that's not very nice." Six said. "You aren't being a very hospitable host right now."
"I said shut up."
"You aren't grasping my point. Look, you knocked me out, abducted me, transported me to wherever this is, and strapped me to a damn cart." Six said. "So the least you can do is let me talk."
"No, shut up."
"Fair enough." Six said, giving up.
They came to a metal door.
The faunus pushed a button on the intercom next to the door.
"Sir, I have the prisoner here." He said.
"Bring him in." A deep voice said on the other side.
The door opened and Six was wheeled inside.
The office was rather simple, with clean, white metal walls and floors and a large metal desk in the middle, also white. Everything about the placed screamed Atlas.
At the desk sat a man, the leader most likely.
He looked around forty or so. He had short brown hair, one blue eye. His left eye had a black eyepatch over it with a diagonal scar under the patch. He had several smaller scars on his face.
"Our new friend, I presume?
He stood up and walked towards Six, allowing Six a better look at him.
He was around six foot five, he was muscular. He wore black combat pants, black combat boots, a black sleeveless shirt, and black bulletproof vest.
He had several scars on his arms, as well as a tattoo on his left bicep, a laughing black skull engulfed in flames, the Dust Devil's insignia.
"Yes sir. This fool attempted to defeat us by himself." The faunus douchebag said.
"I see. What is your name?" The leader asked Six.
"Lee Oliver." Six lied, not wanting to use his real name, well not his real name but you know what I mean. Plus olive was a color right? Olive. Oliver. Same thing. The late general surely wouldn't mind.
"Well Mr. Oliver. I am Titus Cobalt, leader of the Dust Devils." He said proudly.
"I'd clap but I'm a little tied up at the moment." Six joked.
"A jokester huh?" Titus asked.
"It's kind of my thing yeah." Six said.
"Well you won't be making jokes for long." Titus said.
"You underestimate my power." Six responded.
"What made you think you could defeat my men?"
"Thinking isn't really my thing." Six replied.
"You're a Huntsman aren't you?" Titus asked.
"Me? No way. Not my thing." Six lied.
"You attacked a highly trained group of people by yourself and you aren't a Huntsman?"
"Yeah that's right." Six replied.
"Huh. Nero, take him to see the good doctor. See if he can't get him to tell the truth." Titus said.
"Yes sir." The wolf faunus, now known as Nero said.
Six was wheeled out of the room and back into the hallway.
"He was nice." Six said sarcstically.
"Fool. You should have told the truth. Now the doctor will pry it from you." Nero said.
"That's not very humanitarian but okay."
Six was wheeled into some sort of labratory.
"Doctor, I have a new patient for you. We need answers from him." Nero said.
A tall, lanky man in a lab coat looked up from his work. He wore a black gas mask, concealing his face.
"Ah, how fortunate. I just used up my last one." He said in a slightly muffled voice.
He walked over to Six and got up in his face. "An interesting specimen. Clearly a fighter, judging from the various scars, including two bullet wounds to the head. Very fascinating indeed." The doctor said.
"Put him over there." The doctor said, pointing to an area in the center of the lab.
"Got it." Nero said, ordering the Devils to move Six.
"Good. That will be all, now run along like a good little doggie." The doctor said to Nero.
Nero growled, but said no words as he walked out.
"An annoying little brat, but he does not matter. It's you that does." The doctor said.
"Gee thanks."
The doctor turned looked at his tools.
Six looked around the room. There weren't any cameras. Good.
'Now's a good a time as any.' He thought.
Six effortlessly snapped the leather straps that held him down and rushed at the doctor.
The doctor quickly spun around and drove a syringe into Six's neck.
"How predictable." The doctor said as Six fell to the ground and faded into unconsciousness.
Six woke up looking at a metal ceiling. He couldn't move. He was on some kind of table.
"Interesting. You should have stayed out longer." He heard the doctor say.
The table lifted up and leaned foward bringing Six to eye level with the doctor.
"A fascinating specimen indeed. Various cybernetic implants. Bones coated in a strange metal. Evidence of a recent lobotomy, how strange." The doctor said in a intrigued voice. "I haven't introduced myself. Dr. Jonathan Blanc, former Atlas scientist. And you?"
"Lee Oliver." Six answered.
"That's a lie. I have a degree in psychology. As well as chemistry, engineering, and medicine." Blanc said matter-of-factly.
"Good to know." Six said.
"Now, shall we begin?" Blanc asked.
"Begin what?"
"The experiment of course. Cobalt needs answers and I need someone to test my new formula on." Blanc said.
"Formula. What are you going to use truth serum?"
"Truth serum? How quaint. No, it's far more complex than simple truth serum." Dr. Blanc said, insulted.
"It is what I like to call a fear toxin. It directly affects the subject's amygdala, the part of the brain that causes fear, causing them to imagine their greatest fears." Blanc elaborated.
"You're going to use that on me? If that kills me you'll never get answers."
"I guess that fool Cobalt will have to do without his answers. But don't worry. It shouldn't kill you, only make you wish you were dead." Blanc said as he drove the needle into Six's neck.
Six waited a moment but nothing happened. "I guess your precious toxin didn't work." He said.
Suddenly his vision started to blur. Then he passed out.
Six woke up on the floor, he looked up, he was in Beacon, it was burning.
'What, is this real?'
There were dead bodies everywhere.
'This can't be real. But it feels like it.'
Six heard screams, he ran towards him, he found a grotesque sight.
His friends. Cass, Boone, Veronica, Raul, and Arcade, hanging from crosses. Lily and Rex lay dead on the ground at their feet, next to Ed-E's destroyed chassis.
"No, no this isn't happening."
"It is, messenger." A familiar voice said.
'No. No. That voice.' It sent chills down Six's spine.
He turned around and saw a familiar, terrifying sight. That face, that mask.
"L-Lanius?" He asked, shaking with fear.
"We meet again messenger, now I have a message for you." He said as he tossed something down.
Alice and Ruby. Their corpses, bloody and mutilated.
"No, N-no! This isn't real! None of this is real!"
Lanius grabbed Six by the throat by one hand.
"Time to die messenger." Lanius said, raising his sword with his other hand.
Six awoke with a scream just as he drove in the blade.
He looked around. He was in the lab again.
"Well I'll admit you were supposed to remain conscious, but I can see the serum still worked." Blanc said. "So are you ready to answer some questions or too scared?"
Six was too traumatized to talk. He was still shaking with fear.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
'That wasn't real, but it felt real, and he caused it!' Six's fear was slowly replaced with anger.
"Y-You b-bastard." Six said angrily.
"Save the insults, I've heard them all before."
"I-I'll kill you!"
"I've heard that too."
Six was seething with rage now. His hatred outweighed his fear. When he got mad things got messy.
Six pushed against the metal restraints with all his strength, all his rage. They snapped under the pressure.
"What!? Impossible!" Blanc yelled.
Six slammed his fist into the doctor's face, sending him onto the floor and knocking his mask off, revealing a head of white hair, red eyes, and a pale face that bore a look of true fear.
Six grabbed the doctor by the throat. He began punching him in the face repeatedly.
"N-No! Please." The doctor pleaded.
"What's a matter doc? Scared?" Six yelled.
As he went in for another punch the doctor grabbed a scalpel and drove it into Six's forearm, causing him to reel back, allowing the doctor to push a red button on the wall, sounding an alarm.
"Damnit!" Six cursed as he pulled the scalpel out of his arm.
The doc then took that chance to escape out the door.
"Son of a whore!"
Six quickly accessed his Pip-Boy, switching to his Elite Riot Gear and equipping his katana and Blood-Nap, as well as some assorted grenades. Thankfully the only weapons he had that they took was a combat knife and some throwing knives. They also took his detonator but he could make a new one.
'Time to go.'
Six ran out the door and to the left.
'I need a gun. I really wish I had some ammo.'
He rounded a corner and ran into a group of soldiers. He delivered a right hook to one's face and wrenched the assault rifle from his hands.
With his left hand he unsheathed Blood-Nap and plunged it through another's throat. He grabbed that one as a shield and opened fire on the other three with the rifle.
It made quick work as they fell down dead. He retrieved his knife and kept running. Now armed with an assault rifle.
'Need to get the hell out of here now.' He thought.
He heard several loud footfalls. More soldiers.
He turned down a long corridor. At the end of it stood the wolf faunus, Nero.
"You!" He yelled.
Six charged him at full speed.
Nero fired his desert eagle but it missed.
Six tackled Nero and they both went through the window behind him.
To be continued...