Author's note:Should give you a heads up that there will soon be multiple perspectives later in the story. Starting as of this chapter, the rating T, is subject to a higher rating. You'll see why.

As usual " "I do not own any characters from Visceral games and EA" .

Also a thing to note is the spacing of the fonts. Might as well do this for any of you that have a hard time squinting at small typed words bunched together.

Hellish

"Your home early, your boss gave you the day off? Or are you just ditching?"

"I should be asking you that."

My brother, Allan Phillips, works as an engineer. Thanks to his job, I hardly ever see him. I don't really care much though, I've seen enough of him to last a lifetime.

"So...how did your day go." Allan politely asked during a commercial.

"We got something cool today; It's sitting in the hold." Actually, I wouldn't call it cool. It's hard to describe, that thing was a mix between bizarre and boring. Never really did anything that piqued interest in anyone.

"Oh! I've heard about that. Unitology folks in engineering kept babbling on about it. They're saying its the next step forward for humanity. It's like Unitologists are the only ones who know what the package is." After a brief moment of silence, Allan continued. "To tell the truth Malcom, those freaks scare the shit out of me."

I couldn't resist jabbing him. Simply an old habit. "Oh? So the almighty Allan Phillips, the prodigous engineer, is actually scared of something for once?"

"Sh-shut up little man! I'll have you know that I'm pretty brave for a 24 year old engineer. I go places to repair things that people twice my age would shit their pants." Allan yelled eloquently.

This is one of the many reasons I loved my brother. He could never take an insult very well. Even if it came from a 90 year old grandma (which has happened before).

"Shush Shush! The news!" We both fell silent. Both me and Allan were one of the few people who actually looked forward to the news.

"Just in, there are reports of a robbery from the Tetra Police department on 1765 Abraham Ave. Shots are currently being exchanged by policemen and the suspects."

The news was either extremely brave or utterly stupid because we were soon seeing a live feed right in the middle of the gun fight. The thieves were making a sort of valiant stand in front of some building against a vastly superior force. Although...

"Oh my God! What the fuck!" Allan and I both jumped up in unison.

When you steal from government in Tetra, you pay with your life. If I was in the thieve's shoes, I'd fight back just like they are. But something about those guys seemed savage. We had just witnessed a thief actually tearing the advancing policemen down with his... arm? I fought the urge not to vomit while watching blood and limb fly all over the place.

By now I had a good look of the savage thieves. What happened to them? Their faces were monstrosities and don't even get me started on the limbs.

In the background I heard a frightening scream and the recorder camera that was casting the stream was knocked aside. The recording camera slid around the floor until it positioned itself for us to see...

"N-no please don't! I don't want to die! Please!" shouted the recorder.

What the hell is that thing? It looked like something straight out of a terrifying horror movie. The thing barely had the form of human and had organs that looked like they were turned inside out. It held the cameraman up and began to...oh my god...

I shut my eyes and closed my ears, frightened out of my mind. I took a quick peek and I now saw 2 of those things. I recognized the one that killed the recorder. The other one had just got up and started charging at the screaming policemen. It had the cameraman's clothes.

"W-what is th-th-this I don't even..." The newswoman had completely lost her composure. " The m-monsters are heading straight through Intersection 21! Any residents residing along there should run immediately! Immediately!"

Allan jumped "Shit! Those things are coming right through here! Mal! Let's go!" he ordered with heart stopping panic.

Allan ran over to his room and came back with a bag and engineer tools. I brought along all my prized possessions in my bag. We all did this and headed out the door in no less than 15 seconds. We got into Allan's car and drove fast. In the state of pedestrian emergency, all civilians are required to evacuate to the old Holstrom Casino that laid on the edge of the inhabited area of Tetra. That's where we are headed.

After something like 5 minutes of driving, Allan reached his hand into his bag and pulled out some sort of tool. He then handed it to me.

"I don't fucking know what those things are. But when your in a pinch and you really have no other option, shoot those things with this." Allan said quietly.

"What is this?" Voicing my thoughts.

My brother's eyes flickered for a second. "It's a plasma cutter. It's a mining tool that shoots ionized plasma to split rock. Just aim and shoot."

A mining tool? Wasn't my brother an engineer? I had so many questions but I decided to keep to myself. Allan was probably stuffed with questions himself.

"Remember! It's a mining tool, not a gun. It wasn't made to mow down anything that breathe and moves. You have ten shots. Aim for the head and you should be fine I guess... Also! Keep on the lookout for plasma energy cartridges. Their easy to find because it has the letters P and E engraved on them. Those things are your ammo."

I nodded holding the plasma cutter in my shaking hands. Just out of the corner of my eye, I saw the sign that read "Holstrom Casino". Taking another look at the cutter, I could actually adjust the way it fires by switching the muzzle horizontally and vertically. Would I ever need to use this? As a weapon?

As we headed towards the casino entrance, I shoved the cutter into my jacket. For God's sake I hope I will never have to use it.