A/N: Well here's the next chapter for this story. Enjoy.

Chapter 3: Partial Truths

I awoke groggily on a hard steel floor, I had a hard time focusing on my surroundings, but what I could make of it was that it had to be a hangar of some sort. There were other people roaming around and I could that they were either working or watching me, probably because I could make out the silhouette of their assault rifles aimed at me.

"He's coming to sir." I heard a man say.

I turned toward the voice as my vision soon came back to me. I saw six soldiers without helmets, two females, four males and then a man in a black tux.

"Who are you?" I asked taking a fighting stance.

"Take it easy friend, were not here to harm you." The man in the tux replied.

"For now, you can call me `the Director`. Welcome to Dark Signal." he said again.

Just as he said that my head began pounding as small visions of a small squadron were firing at unknown enemies. One of those soldiers...was me. I clutched my head trying to retain as much as I could remember from the sudden flash of the memory.

"Dark Signal?" I stuttered out.

"Your correct son, welcome aboard." The director said.

"What do you want with me?" I replied harshly.

"I like that, straight to the point. Your talents are needed to stop two individuals as well as to wipe out the company who gave you your powers."

`What the hell? How did he know?` I thought to myself.

Nonetheless this got my attention.

"Keep talking."

The man just smiled.

"Well first let's get the introductions out of the way. This is Sgt. Morris." he said pointing to an older white male with cut short red hair maybe in his thirties.

"This is Corporal Jackson." He pointed to the man on his right who was a middle aged African American.

"Corporals Sheppard and Ericson." he pointed to two younger brunette males who were in their twenties and looked around my age but then again I didn't know my exact age.

"And Commander Stokes and Corporal McClain." he said pointing to the two females.

The commander in her mid thirties was a blonde who had her hair cut short to the nape of her neck and the corporal was a brunette woman again appeared to be around my age.

"Now that we have that covered. Why don't we head to the conference room to talk about who you are? and why your here."

I only nodded and cautiously followed them. For whatever reason, I didn't get a good vibe from the `Director`. The older male in maybe his early fifties just seemed to be a bit well...likely to withhold truths. The conference room was small with a long mahogany table and could sit eight people exactly quaint. The Director sat at the head of the table while I sat between Stokes and Morris. Morris was the one to break the ice.

"So son, what do know about Dark Signal So far?" Morris asked.

I thought hard trying to recall all that I could about it.

"Uh, an organization that tended to combat more of paranormal abnormities and specially trained to combat any enemies may they be human or more." I said more as a question than answer.

Morris nodded.

"At least some of your memory is coming back to you."

"Was I a part of it?"

Morris studied my face for a moment before sliding me a yellow file folder with the word `Classified` in bold black colored ink. I opened it and saw a picture of me in what I'm assuming was the traditional Dark Signal uniform.

"You were one of the best we had son. Twenty-five recons and not a single teammate lost. You recovered information as well as weaponry from our now rival corporation to help bring them down." He said smiling.

I checked through some of the papers in the folder and confirmed his word.

"Who am I exactly?" I asked a bit excitedly.

"Name: Beckett J. Michael. Born; June 8 1988. Your rank was Corporal but was to be promoted to Sergeant before your disappearance." he replied mournfully.

At least now I knew why the name `Michael` kept flashing in my head. Then the Director spoke.

"Do you remember anything about what they did to you?" he asked.

I turned and looked down at the table.

"I'm not sure; I was hoping you could tell me."

"We don't know what Armacham has done to you."

My head began pounding again at the name Armacham as the memory of a lab flashed into my mind and then the little girl from my dream.

"Can you at least tell me about a black haired girl? She's a child I think, does she have anything to do with any of this?"

As I asked this all eyes widened in shock and the Director coughed.

"Ahem, was she wearing a red dress?" the Director asked.

"Yes, she's like me."

"Oh no son, she's far worse, and no where near as human as you are. A goddess gone insane if you will. She's one of your targets you are to kill as well as Harlem. Still, I have to ask what your encounter with Alma was."

"Alma and Harlem Wade...so that's their name. She came to me in my dreams and appeared once in person. She showed me things and I think I'm able to sense when she's near. I end up getting these pounding headaches." I replied.

"She didn't try to kill you?"

"Not once really."

"That's...interesting. Most people who come across her path either ends up insane or a bloody puddle."

"Maybe she fears me?" I said smiling.

"I doubt it. Perhaps she's just waiting for the right moment to strike."

I chuckled at this. "I guess I'll have to disappoint her.

The Director smiled. "Let's get you your old weapons and get you geared up, its time for your first assignment back."

I didn't know why but it felt a bit weird with the thought of killing her and her father. They had helped me escape the lab 3 years ago and never made any aggressive moves towards me but why. What purpose did they have for me? If I was to get any answers I knew I'd have to confront them and if their as twisted as the Director claimed then I felt I was the one with the responsibility and power to take them out...permanently.

A/N: For any of you wondering, yes this is like an alternate universe of F.E.A.R. I feel it to be more of a challenge to write something different than to play off the storyline. Besides, I feel like there should have been far more power shown in the game but then again you'd always win because you'd be a God. Any who, a special thanks to SGT. Daniel for being so kind as to post this fic up for me and a thank you to the readers who took the time to add and/or review my story. Reviews motivate me to keep going...as well as feed Alma more power. Review or have your fleshed stripped from your bones by her. Criticism is welcomed. :)