Was bored again and reading some of the excelent quality fanfic on here, i deceded to have another crack at it. Here goes. Feedback welcomed with hints, correction ect.
The Dark Awakening
"Time to chose"
The tall man in the blue suit pointed to the portal on his left.
Marcus stood motionless, He was still trying to comprehend what the strange man had just told him.
"Time to choose" He repeated "I will not ask again..."
For some strange reason that Marcus did not understand, he felt a powerful urge to step into the shimmering mass of energy. He took a step forewards, held his breath and stepped into the unknown. Marc felt a warm tingleing sensation spread through his body as if his mind was leaving it, bright dazleing lights were all around him that slowly faded into darkness. He blanked out and knew no more...
The "Incident" +10 years
Suddently, Marc became self aware again. He wonderd what was going on. He struggled to remember what had just happend but couldnt focus on any thought. He could not see or even feel his own body. A Voice disturbed the silence:
"Wake up, Mr Orilien, rise and shine."
The voice sounded muffled and very far away but the words were as clear as crystal
"I hope you have been comfortable during your... ah, "little rest" but we have been rather busy whilst you have been away, and I find myself, in the position where I require assistance... Your, assistance..."
Marcs eyes opened. As his vison cleared he found himself looking at a light swinging overhead. He was flat on his back in a tiled room. He struggled to roll over and stand up and grasped a sink to steady himself. He looked around and found that he was in some sort of bathroom, but a very unkept bathroom to say the least. He raised his hand to touch his face and found that all of his hair was gone, along with the rest of bodily hair. He grabbed a towl and made his way out of the bathroom into the other room. He was in some sort of appartment block and each apartment consisted of one room with a bathroom, a TV was on the table infront of the bed and displayed an old man a beard and greying hair. The man was saying something but their was no sound coming from it. Marc spoke to himself:
"Where the **** am I? I gotta go find sombody and find out WTF is going on?"
He made for the door of the flat and passed a mirror, he was naked. "damn wheres my clothes? he whisperd in fustration" An old beat-up waredrobe was spotted against the far wall next to a boarded up window, it produced a blue jumpsuit with a number "1884#98" and some sort of barcode on the back of it. No sooner had he putit on then the sound of a car screeching to a halt came from downstairs in the street. A wommens voice ehoed through the building like some sort of loudhailer. "Attention! Citizens of acomadation block 104 please execute shakedown procedure" Marc heard people moving outside so he rushed for the door and opened it. People were getting out of their rooms and placing there hand on the wall next to their door, he did the same and waited.
After a few seconds a group of man appeard at the end of the corridor, they looked like some sort of sildiers but they were like nothing marc had ever seen in his life.And being a retired S.A.S comando he had seen a fair share of soldiers! They wore some sort of black rubber-like pants with armour plating on the knees. A large assault vest covered a grey smoke jacket, but the most interesting thing was the headgear: A large white gasmask whit tube leading from the mouth area to a small tank on the "mans" back. All four of them were brandishing shock-stick and had SMG's as their side.
"You! Citizen! You are under arrest! Come with us now or face the consiquences!" Said the lead guard through some sort of crackeing intercom.
"Hey man give me a break. Wat the hell is going on?" Shouted Marc. This was the wrong thing to do as the guard lifted the shocker-stick high and made to smite Marc on the back of his head. Marc was not going to stand for this! A quick movement to the left, he dodged the blow, swung around and grabed the guards outstretched hand. He grabbed the stick off the guard and shoved it tinto his stomache, the guard fell moaning to the floor. The 3 remaining guards had reacted quickly and had drew there weapons. "Halt or we will shoot!" cried one of them. They began fireing anyway as Marc threw himself into the doorway of "his" appartment, grabbing the fallen guards weapon in mid-air. As he slid along the floor he turned over and began fireing at the doorway. One of the guards had followed him into the room and many bullets hit him. Marc got to his feel and ran out of the room fireing and shouting! Two more guards ley dead on the floor in pools of their own blood.
An old man in his late fiftied put his head out of his door and shouted "What the **** are you doing? You trying to get us all killed? Get out of here before more come"
"Hey what the hell is going on? who are these people? Marc shouted back, he was starting to get really angry with people trying to kill him. " You mean you dont know what the Combine are?" "NO!" "You better meet up with the resistance, they will tell you all you need to know, but stay down and out of sight!"
"Ok, Where can I find this "resistance???" asked Mark, "Just head for the square with the statue of the great horse. Its about 3 blocks away" whisperd the old man before slamming his door shut. The sound of many lock being secured was heard.
Gathering the fallen combine soldiers ammo and assault vest, Mark made his way down the stairs, past the reception and out into the street. He stopped and looked around at the strange dark city he was in. He was having a very bad day, and it was only just starting! "Man this is a pile of rancid ****!" spat mark and he took off down the road, keeping to the shaddows.
The Dark Awakening
"Time to chose"
The tall man in the blue suit pointed to the portal on his left.
Marcus stood motionless, He was still trying to comprehend what the strange man had just told him.
"Time to choose" He repeated "I will not ask again..."
For some strange reason that Marcus did not understand, he felt a powerful urge to step into the shimmering mass of energy. He took a step forewards, held his breath and stepped into the unknown. Marc felt a warm tingleing sensation spread through his body as if his mind was leaving it, bright dazleing lights were all around him that slowly faded into darkness. He blanked out and knew no more...
The "Incident" +10 years
Suddently, Marc became self aware again. He wonderd what was going on. He struggled to remember what had just happend but couldnt focus on any thought. He could not see or even feel his own body. A Voice disturbed the silence:
"Wake up, Mr Orilien, rise and shine."
The voice sounded muffled and very far away but the words were as clear as crystal
"I hope you have been comfortable during your... ah, "little rest" but we have been rather busy whilst you have been away, and I find myself, in the position where I require assistance... Your, assistance..."
Marcs eyes opened. As his vison cleared he found himself looking at a light swinging overhead. He was flat on his back in a tiled room. He struggled to roll over and stand up and grasped a sink to steady himself. He looked around and found that he was in some sort of bathroom, but a very unkept bathroom to say the least. He raised his hand to touch his face and found that all of his hair was gone, along with the rest of bodily hair. He grabbed a towl and made his way out of the bathroom into the other room. He was in some sort of appartment block and each apartment consisted of one room with a bathroom, a TV was on the table infront of the bed and displayed an old man a beard and greying hair. The man was saying something but their was no sound coming from it. Marc spoke to himself:
"Where the **** am I? I gotta go find sombody and find out WTF is going on?"
He made for the door of the flat and passed a mirror, he was naked. "damn wheres my clothes? he whisperd in fustration" An old beat-up waredrobe was spotted against the far wall next to a boarded up window, it produced a blue jumpsuit with a number "1884#98" and some sort of barcode on the back of it. No sooner had he putit on then the sound of a car screeching to a halt came from downstairs in the street. A wommens voice ehoed through the building like some sort of loudhailer. "Attention! Citizens of acomadation block 104 please execute shakedown procedure" Marc heard people moving outside so he rushed for the door and opened it. People were getting out of their rooms and placing there hand on the wall next to their door, he did the same and waited.
After a few seconds a group of man appeard at the end of the corridor, they looked like some sort of sildiers but they were like nothing marc had ever seen in his life.And being a retired S.A.S comando he had seen a fair share of soldiers! They wore some sort of black rubber-like pants with armour plating on the knees. A large assault vest covered a grey smoke jacket, but the most interesting thing was the headgear: A large white gasmask whit tube leading from the mouth area to a small tank on the "mans" back. All four of them were brandishing shock-stick and had SMG's as their side.
"You! Citizen! You are under arrest! Come with us now or face the consiquences!" Said the lead guard through some sort of crackeing intercom.
"Hey man give me a break. Wat the hell is going on?" Shouted Marc. This was the wrong thing to do as the guard lifted the shocker-stick high and made to smite Marc on the back of his head. Marc was not going to stand for this! A quick movement to the left, he dodged the blow, swung around and grabed the guards outstretched hand. He grabbed the stick off the guard and shoved it tinto his stomache, the guard fell moaning to the floor. The 3 remaining guards had reacted quickly and had drew there weapons. "Halt or we will shoot!" cried one of them. They began fireing anyway as Marc threw himself into the doorway of "his" appartment, grabbing the fallen guards weapon in mid-air. As he slid along the floor he turned over and began fireing at the doorway. One of the guards had followed him into the room and many bullets hit him. Marc got to his feel and ran out of the room fireing and shouting! Two more guards ley dead on the floor in pools of their own blood.
An old man in his late fiftied put his head out of his door and shouted "What the **** are you doing? You trying to get us all killed? Get out of here before more come"
"Hey what the hell is going on? who are these people? Marc shouted back, he was starting to get really angry with people trying to kill him. " You mean you dont know what the Combine are?" "NO!" "You better meet up with the resistance, they will tell you all you need to know, but stay down and out of sight!"
"Ok, Where can I find this "resistance???" asked Mark, "Just head for the square with the statue of the great horse. Its about 3 blocks away" whisperd the old man before slamming his door shut. The sound of many lock being secured was heard.
Gathering the fallen combine soldiers ammo and assault vest, Mark made his way down the stairs, past the reception and out into the street. He stopped and looked around at the strange dark city he was in. He was having a very bad day, and it was only just starting! "Man this is a pile of rancid ****!" spat mark and he took off down the road, keeping to the shaddows.
