The loud banging on the glass helped me wake up. I opened my eyes it’s all blurry my skin is covered in liquid I see a faint shadow in front of me I reach out to touch it but the cold wet glass stops me.
I hear a loud noise and the liquid in the tank drowns out. My vision returns and in front of me is an old man clutching his stomach in an attempt to stop the bleeding but to no avail he is as pale as a ghost. He taps away at a remote in his hand and a vibration hits the glass in waves. It shatters and the last of the liquid gushes down the tank walls.
“Oh my boy to see my greatest invention come out alive as such a success. It brings tears to my eyes” His voice was faint and it was getting quieter and slower as the sentence went on.
He dropped the remote and within the same action gripped my arm in one smooth motion.
“Listen the world has changed since you went to sleep young one. Please show these bastards up, become the most well-known slayer around and make those bastards pay” he was gritting his teeth as he told me these were no doubt his dying words.
I looked into his eyes they were filled with pure hatred but they quickly faded out and lost the shine. He had passed on. I looked at his injury and they showed signs of serration to prevent blood clotting a wound that was made to bleed fast and kill the person. But the sheer size of the hole was menacing what exactly happened to the old man. I had no idea who he was or who I was for that matter.
I stood up and walked a few steps ahead. The metal pole was shiny enough to use as a mirror the image was distorted but enough to see myself. The flickering lights weren’t helping. I looked at myself up and down Brown hair, Aqua eyes, and my chest had a black marking. I moved closer to the pole to get a better look. ‘F0001’ what does that mean? I shrugged it off and looked down at my feet they were covered in blood as were my knees. I needed to quickly escape from this place whatever did that to him was likely still hunting him.
There was a shower with a sign ‘Radioactive Wash Room’ I looked inside and there I found a single armoured case. The numpad code has slightly worn numbers with 0 being the most worn out. I looked at the case; the numpad was only worn out on the numbers 0 and 1 it wasn’t hard to guess it after remembering what was in my chest. I slowly typed in 0001 and the case flung open. In the lower compartment was a full black suit of tactical armour and a cloak. The top compartment had a helmet with a black visor and a silenced pistol. I quickly washed off the blood and suited up. I attached the silencer to the pistol and held it close to my chest due to the close proximity of the room.
I began my move to the exit. At the door I saw a single long black sword, longer than a short sword but shorter than an average long sword. I grabbed it cautiously and immediately it folded into a small thick rectangle the size of two of my palms with a single button on near the top. I pressed it and the sword snapped back into its original form I pressed the button again and it folded back to a square. The Armour had a pocket on the back big enough to fit it. This was not a coincidence.
Although I only just gained consciousness and had my first memory now it felt oddly familiar in my hands both the gun and sword. I placed it in the pocket on the back of my waist and continued my journey down the long halls. They had holes spaced apart big enough to fit a truck through there was smashed lights and some flickering. I ventured further until I reached a broken down door above it was a single lit up street light I hesitated to go out due to the circumstances.
However, in my head I had a weird sensation I knew that there was a certain button to press on my helmet. I reached it slowly and then ‘click’ my whole body disappeared and my vision went pure black with only the edges of the walls having a white outline. I slowly crept forwards and as I exited the establishment. A piece of flesh dropped from above and landed next to my foot upon closer inspection it was a human arm. One that had been in armour much like my own.
The blood splatter hit me and on my body and legs. The camouflage disengaged. I looked above and what I saw was nothing to what I had expected. Above me was a monster with 2 legs 2 arms and 2 scythe like arms above those with a rough guess I would say it is 3 metres tall it was grotesque in the way the flesh was peeling off it but if it wasn’t for the red skin and purple eyes it would look almost identical to a prayer mantis. It looked at me and dropped to the ground I quickly dodged the scythe like arms which pierced right where my head had been in a split second.
It looked surprised I took advantage of this and shot two bullets one for each eye it squirmed and yanked its arm out the ground I reached to my wait and activated my sword. ‘Cut off its movement’ my instincts were kicking in and in one sweep it lost both hind legs. It immediately dropped. Its neck was well in reach now. One more swing that is all it took. Its head rolled down the hill. Almost as if scripted when the head hit the ground a gunshot went off although it was faint. I was quick to react immediately I ran down the broken street.
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