Smaller chapter, experimenting a little with this, so let me know what you think!
Also, yeah. I know the game is not it's own universe, but we're not all gamers and I don't want to spoil AI for anyone. I'm not that daft.
Something was missing. Things weren't right and he had to kill.
That was all he knew. That was all he could hold true.
Would the secrets of his existence reveal themselves over time? And by what standards could he measure time, when his life had barely begun?
Life was a curious concept, as well. He'd been...born. He'd torn his way through a cage of bone and sinew. Frightened at first, but instinctually adverse to the beings that had stared with disgust as he entered the world.
He fled, escaping through an opening in the wall.
His surroundings were strange; angular and cold and bright. Surrounded by small, metal walls, he grew. It was was painful, and that pain fueled the anger that gnawed at him since his first breath.
And he killed. He hunted everything that moved, and reveled in his brutal power.
But his thirst was insatiable, and something was missing. A mentor, a superior. He couldn't fulfill a deeply-rooted need to serve, to be part of something much bigger than himself.
As he grew and fed and turned his strange surroundings into a dark, vacant expanse, a phantom string began to tug on his mind. A call, a command, from something very close; something like him.
Very close, tucked in the bowels of his prison.
He took to memorizing the seemingly infinite passageways, and studied the soft, delicate creatures that had once thought themselves keepers of the steel maze; moreover, their peculiar, mechanical counterparts. He learned how things worked, and used their weapons and safety nets against them.
Exploring the tunnels, listening to everything, even their language, in hopes of finding what lie on the other end of the string; but he could understand only bits and pieces of their speech, words he could only identify with fear and panic, and still so many areas to search.
So few left to hunt.
Then there was the odd, green-eyed one. A female, he supposed.
So small, smaller and seemingly weaker than the rest. But she'd stood her ground with so little fear, hadn't faltered despite his attempts to crack her mask of mettle.
He held onto those moments, revisiting them over and over again, each time finding new meaning or none at all.
She was different, perhaps intelligent. She could perhaps...help him.
He would follow her, and tear answers from her if need be.