Oh god, I am so pissed right now. Fuck you half assed dlc -.-. Let's see my performance when I am quite angry. Mxthomas had invaded me and here I am to comply. AU fic here :)
The riot has begun.
Overcrowded cells, increased racial tension and poor management were more than enough to ignite the riot in the Bastille. In less than an hour, the underequipped jailers were overwhelmed and mostly slaughtered or worse according to one's gender…
Deep down in one of the Bastille's abandoned rooms, hunkered down Yahim , Ricce and Alessia. They have been like that for three hours now. Too bad the bastille is in a completely isolated island.
"Dammit!" Yahim threw with cellphone as there were no coverage.
"We are screwed aren't we?" Ricce simply spilled the truth out.
Alessia replied, " Karma's a bitch, ain't it? Just yesterday, I was giving the fresh meat the ol' special and now…well…"
"What we are going to do, Yahim?" out of the three, Yahim was the tactical one. She plays her life like a game of chess. Alessia was the one who stepped in when a brawl emerges. Ricce on the other hand was the kind of Sentinel who can get along with the inmates.
"Alright, alright, let me think…okay…" She took a deep breath before continuing " I don't think our best course of action is to burrow here…"
"I don't mind popping up a few heads but we are dealing with armed maniacs." Alessia had to object despite her inner desire to kill some of these filth. Even so, her puny pea shooter is but dirt compary to the advanced rifles and shotgun pillaged from the armory.
"Some of our inmates haven't touch a woman for a whole decade…" Ricce's darkest fears was confirmed when she heard wails and screeches accompanied with gunshots. Apparently, The breach has extended to the woman's quarter as well. Ricce knew that there are some murderous convicts on the woman's side. They are not as docile and submissive as the male inmates would have thought….
"I say we head to the old sewer system in the midst of the confusion. We might get lost, but we will eventually find our way out. Besides, the inmates won't try to look for us there." The other two sentinels had no other option but to accept.
"Alessia, Ricce, how many rounds do you have?" Yahim asked while checking her own pistol.
"Six." Said Ricce.
"Four? Oh, right, there were these two annoying birds last night…." Alessia rubbed the back of her head biting her lip in regret.
"Just… don't miss." Yahim sighed in disappointment; those two bullets might save their lives.
The sewer system was one of the remnants of the old bastille. They used to call it the 'Lost' Bastille. Back then, there no restrictions to hinder the wardens and sentinels for doing virtually anything. The stench was so pungent and disgusting that Ricce had thrown up a couple of time along the way.
To insure that they were not running in circles, Yahim made a small knot of a piece of cloth ripped from her outfit each time they encounter a crossroad or such.
"Wow." Alessia gazed at Yahim's exposed slender legs "You have nice pair of-"
"Get down!" Yahim yanked Alessia and Ricce right at the steaming pile of fermented shit as she heard an exchange of bullets. A wounded warden of high ranking limped away from the horde of Angry convicts firing potshots at her pursuers. Much to their surprise, the wounded Warden opened a secret passage right behind her.
The incoming horde consisted of five men, three held a shotgun while the last two was obviously on dark Manity. Yahim was not a strict fan of the gene modifying drug known as Manity. Oddly enough, it was created by some certain gene mutation that can alter one's genetic code granting him/her high regenerative rate, projectile endothermic and exothermic reaction and necrotic-inflicting abilities as in the case with the two inmate who shot two projectiles of highly necrotic substance at the wounded Warden.
One shot missed while the other went through her shoulder. In a tick, her flesh and bones started to degenerate around the area of impact.
"Now!" In unison, The trio emptied their pistols on the five inmates. Alessia's gun was submerged in the shit and so it was jammed. Due to that unfortunate event, One of the five managed to get away with a non-fatal wound.
Yahim rushed to the fallen Warden. The woman's fate was already sealed with those three gun wounds in her midsection. The sentinels was partially speechless "I…am sorry. If there is anything I could d-"
"Take…this. don't…let them reach…Project Sin." were the Warden's last words. Yahim stared blankly at the bloodstained keycard given to her for mere seconds. the trio stood in silence; Project Sin? What on earth this might be?
Yahim snapped back to reality when the escaped convict got some backup. "Move!" they went through the secret entrance to what seemed to be a laboratory of sorts. A windowless smaller room at the center caught their attention as well as large canisters on the far corner of the laboratory with a peculiar label on them…
"Aldia's Inc? What …What brings a high tech company to our lowlife prison?" Alessia Exclaimed.
Yahim's mind was on more pressing issues "Doesn't matter, help me with barricading!" the Sentinels literally smothered the entrance with desks and cupboards.
"Yahim, I think you should see this…."
"Ricce, we don't have time for…. Heavens above…" Yahim was speechless when she looked at a screen monitor. it transmitted the video of an surveillance camera. Yahim would have never thought that under that old Bastille lies a masked woman in chains with tubes inserted in her back sucking some dubious amounts of Manity. So this project sin, how fitting…
A second later, the inmates were halfway through the makeshift barricade. Alessia, was barely holding the line "Yahim, What are we gonna do?! I can't hold much longer!"
"We…release Sin."
"Are you out of your mind?!" Ricce objected "Whoever lies in this cell is a threat to us all! She was chained up for a reason!"
"Do we have the luxury of taking another choice?" Yahim spat back "either ways, we are dead. We might as well take those sons of bitches with us."
Defeated, Ricce left Yahim to secure barricade with Alessia. Yahim headed for the cell and used the keycard. The woman inside was still helpless with chains coiling her entire body. Yahim had to override the safety measures by using the keycard once again. The chains started to loosen…
All What Yahim could remember was the soul-scattering screech followed by a wondrous glow. This glow started to grow till it was brighter the sun…
Yahim opened her eyes only to witness her charred body along with the immense destruction around her. the Sea was actually viable from her point of view. On top of the piles of charred corpses and rubble was the incarnation of Lost Sin. She stood there whimpering and crying as if she regretted blowing up a good chunk of the Bastille.
Yahim's last breath could only muster one sentence " What have we done?"
I am so glad of my invasion idea! Our community is brighter than ever :D
Keep them invasions!