Alright, last chapter, it's been a good run… I think (one review! And it's a guest!) I hope the next story on the pile gets more love, I'll name it at the bottom.
Scyrus' P.O.V
I knelt down by Violet's body, the adrenal dampener was flushed from my system. My hands were glowing white and beginning to melt the rock of the cave floor. I held her necklace in my hand and let it dangle in front of my face.
To the untrained eye, it was just a simple purple crystal on a silver chain, to me, it was Violet. In reality, the piece of jewelry was a quartz storage crystal, keeping a record of all her memories and her unique neural signature. In essence, it was her soul.
I placed the necklace in my pocket and stood up. I looked to the ground and flexed my fingers, wisps of shadow curled up from the ground and gathered in my hand. I focused on what I wanted and saw the shadows flow into a solid form. In a few moments, I found a high caliber revolver resting in my grip, complete with bullets.
I walked out of the cave with the gun held ahead of me. I found the limo that had taken me here and looked in the driver's seat to find it empty. I dropped the gun to the ground, watching it dissolve into black. I opened the door, it was unlocked, and sat in the leather seat.
After hotwiring the vehicle, I drove down the road I came. The onboard gps placed me in Canada, close to the border. I set the gps for new York city and drove for as long as the gas tank would allow.
Three days, it took me three days to finally reach the big city. I had been living off of gas station food and champagne for the entire time. I drove through the gridlocked streets until I found one very specific street. I began counting the alleyways until I lost count, made a U turn, and counted the opposite direction.
I repeated this until I narrowed down the place that I kept losing track at. I parked next to it and walked over to the place. It was a spot between two buildings, I stared at the uneven surfaces and walked until I saw what was hiding, an alleyway.
"for security reasons, but still a pain in my ass" I walked into the hidden path and came to a brick wall with a single brick missing from the middle. I dug in my pocket and found fifty cents, I placed the coins in the hole and waited.
I smelled an overwhelming waft of ozone and felt my hairs stand on end. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. I heard a snap and opened my eyes. I found myself inside of a solid black walled room with no facets or edges revealing a door.
I cleared my throat and spoke "access, Chronos." One of the walls began shifting like sand. a doorway drew itself open in the solid wall and I stepped into a werehouse. I looked around the massive room and heard the pattering of keys and the sipping of coffee.
I followed the noise to a computer with no one at it. I glanced at the screen to see that a program was running to repeat the telltale noises that led me there. Then, I heard a new noise, the cocking of a shotgun.
"hands in the air and turn around, slowly" I obeyed the order and saw a skinny man in a labcoat, a black hoodie, and he was holding a combat shotgun to my forehead. He let out a breath and placed the weapon on the table.
"don't scare me like…" I grabbed him by the shoulders and placed him at eye level. "Josh, what is the status on Lazarus." He narrowed his eyes and spoke " we have hit a roadblock, we have no conceiveable way to practically place that much information into a black slate.
I shook him "there has to be something you missed, a-anyting!" his face turned from irritated into concerned as his eyes darted across my face. "you haven't looked like this for nearly a decade, what the hell happened?" he pushed me back.
I stuck my had in my pocket and began to pull out the necklace. "wait, Lazarus… no… how?" he placed a hand to his mouth as he leaned against a wall. "not her" I gritted my teeth "I wasn't strong enough" he crossed his arms.
"I find that hard to believe coming from the man that calls breaking the laws of nature a wendesday." I began to raise my voice "well tough shit, it's the truth. We should have both died, but fortune just f&^%ing loves me!" I threw my hands in the air and then pulled out the necklace, shoving it into his hand. "put it into the Black Box, I need a drink"
No wrap up? No cliffhanger? What kind of ending is this? Here's your answer, Animus chronicles I, meaning the first. There will be more in this series to come, but not now. My next story I will continue is the Voidwalker, a warframe fanfiction.