The last thing I remember was falling.
Falling into a bottomless, black pit.
And then, I woke up.
I was surrounded by white. Featureless, spotless, blank walls of solitude. I struggled to remember where I was before this. Nothing. Just a sheet of nothingness. I tried to think about something, my name, I thought. Still nothing. The only memory I have are blurry faces. Syringes, doctors, and a suited man. None of this makes sense to me until the voice came from well, everywhere. "Welcome, Subject No.5, welcome to the year 2054." The voice was emotionless, robotic even, and hard to bear. But I sat down, continuing to listen. "You have been cryogenically frozen from the year 2015, slight memory loss is predicted, and enjoy your stay here. End of transmission." The robotic voice died out.
I looked around he room. The room was bland, but still has a few things in the room; A table, a small bathroom, some cups, and a mug of water. I stared at the simple, locked door, thinking of a way to break out. I had a gut feeling that somehow the door wouldn't be as sturdy as table so I broke off a leg off the heavy metal table and headed towards the door. I swung the leg/bat hard, cracking the wooden door. I tried again, this time bursting the door. The voice rang out from the room again, "Please, do not do that. This is a breach of protocol." I stared at the metal speaker, and walked out the door. Behind the door was a dark, silent corridor. I looked around and saw a door, doing what a reckless amnesiac would do, I opened the unlocked door and went into a second room.
The room is just as featureless as mine; but the walls were gray and there was a locked cabinet of weapons on the wall. I walked closer, noticing the dead body slumped on a pile of ammo boxes. I took a look at the cabinet; digital lock, I'll need a combo instead of bashing it until something turns up. I further examine the man's body. Shot between the head, and then I saw a faint mark on the back of his hand, made by a marker. I held up his hand to take a closer look: it only reads 0816. I walked over to the cabinet and entered the code 0816, a click, and then I see the contents of the cabinets. A few Old-fashioned Colts, a customized S&W 500, and some futuristic-looking rifles. I took a backpack from the floor and put the rifle inside, and took the S&W revolver and then I walked over to the ammo boxes and took some ammo and some drinks left on the table, possibly by the man. I walk out pf the room, puzzled by the almost pitch-black environment. For some reason I took a wire from the digital lock, thinking that it would be be useful. That's when I heard a voice, "Subject 5 broke containment! His room is this way, just hope he doesn't run far! Go! Go!" footsteps followed. I hid behind a wall as a surge of memory came back, I held my hand against the wall, trying to be silent, re-experiencing the memory...
Russia Guerrilla Base, 15:56, 2014
I ran through the fortress' roof, avoiding guards. approaching a guard post, I took out my pistols and shot them and they're dead before they knew it. I advanced, my knives in hand. Seeing a guard below alone, kicking rocks and looking at the scenery, I dropped from the roof, landing on him as my knife entered his cranium, dealing the death blow. I brushed the dust off me and advanced through the doorway, and hid behind a corner; a pair of guards. I readied my garratt, and when they approached, completely ignoring me, I struck. I strangled the first guard and stabbed the other with my knife. They fell silently as I picked up their guns and advanced.
My vision ended as I returned to reality. I suddenly remembered the martial arts training I received and all the moves I used in my memory. My nerves hardened, momentarily turning into a cold-blooded assassin as they approached. "I think he's here!" Shouted a soldier. He approached the corner as I looped the wire over the light-armored soldier and I pulled hard. The soldier struggled and he went limp, his head almost severed. He dropped to the floor with a thud as his teammates rush over. I grabbed his rifle and with 2 rifles in hand, I started shooting. As the soldiers didn't expect their "Subject 5" to fight back, they grunted and fell. I dropped his rifle and searched the bodies. I found a survival knife, a torch and an ID with the name "Boris, Leader Beta" on it. I took all of them, and changed into his clothes an took Boris' helmet and breastplate, giving myself some protection. I walked to the end of the corridor, and bumped into a locked door with a flashing lock next to it saying "ID and retinal scan required" So I took Boris' body, scanning his eye and his ID, exiting the floor. I walked into another room, this time it has a laptop on a table. I take a look at the laptops last opened file, titled Project HUMANISM. I opened it and the contents of one of the files were... me.
Rapture Technologies: Project HUMANISM (HUMAN Innovation: SuperHuman) Phase I, Test Phase, Subjects 0-5
Subject 000 [Ragnarok] PROTOTYPE (Escaped)
Subject 001 [Shrapnel] (Deceased)
Subject 002 [Cell] (Active)
Subject 003 [Pulse] (Active)
Subject 004 [Echo] (Deceased)
Subject 005 [Switchblade] (Cryogenically Frozen)
File:
Name: Connor [Surname Unknown]
Previous Occupation: Assassin
Abilities Expected: Extreme Agility, Active Camouflage, Disguise
Bio: [UNKNOWN]
-End of File-
I looked up from the computer. Switchblade was the only one that was frozen. Logically it should be me. But when did they... Forget it. I'll find a way out first. I turned the laptop off as I stood up to survey the room, noticing a door on the far side of the room. I walked over to the door and went through it, entering a scene of bloodshed. I walked further in, noticing a pile of dead bodies scattered on the floor. A man was running towards me, shouting something. As he approached, I started to hear him more clearly, "Run goddammit! They're coming! Phase II Experiments broke loose! They're coming!" He stopped next to me, examining my armour. "Boris? You're not dead yet? Thank god. We should go now, come on, they're advancing towards this room." I stared at him, and took off my helmet. "You? You're that guy right? The frozen project, Switchblade right? You're even better. Look, I need your help. Phase II went horribly wrong those things are killing everyone. I'm Pulse, by the way. Come on, we should go. My private weapons locker isn't far. We can go to the exit from there." Before I could react, Pulse dragged me to the exit as a horde of... people advanced towards us. Their skin was mangled and torn, and talons replaced their nails. Their messed-up faces were covered by a gas mask and they are wearing what seems to ba a tattered restriction vest. I raised my rifle, aiming at their heads as Pulse raised up his left hand and took aim with a SMG he held in his right. He looked at me and said, "Wanna know what the serum gave me?" he smiled and unleashed a shock wave, knocking back the experiments and tearing some of them apart. He let loose a barrage of bullets as I shot them in the head, one by one.
Half an hour after our encounter with the Phase IIs, We reached Pulse's weapons locker. He handed me a spare suit of armour with the designation "Switchblade" on it. "I thought you might need this. I found it in an unused weapons locker. Here, you'll need these as well." He then proceeded to hand me a new military backpack and some knives. "Your locker's over there. Knock yourself out." I walked over to my locker, taking all the knives from it and proceeded to conceal them in my suit. After equipping ourselves with the suitable equipment, we continued our journey to the exit.
I raced towards the exit, hoping that the hangar wouldn't be overrun by mutant experiments. But the only problem is a bunch of mutants blocking my way. I pulled out two blades from my back and engaged them. A slash and a hack, and they were down. Pulse was sending shockwaves towards the door, attempting to clear the way for the both of us. As we fought, memories surged back to me, and I remembered my initiation as an assassin, where I came from, how old am I, etc. The mutants kept coming, wave after wave, and we fought them until we reached the hangar. Everything in this ruined building is filled with bloodshed, chaos and death. After countless waves of mutants, we finally boarded the helicopter. "So, where to, Switchblade?" Pulse asked as he started the engine of the chopper. "Anywhere you want." I replied. "Alright then. Let's go to the closest city. Now, sit back and enjoy the explosion of Rapture Technologies HQ." He steered the chopper out of the hangar and fired some missiles at the mutant-infested building.
"We're going down! Brace yourself!" Yelled Pulse. I woke up from my sleep to see our chopper hurtling to the ground. He sighed and said, "It was nice knowing you, I sure hope I could save you, but teleportation is only limited to me. Bye, Switchblade." I stared, and said, "Yep. I'll be in the chopper if you need me, good luck out there," He smiled, and then he vanished. That was the last thing I saw before crashing.
I woke up to a shadow standing beside me, studying my body. The middle aged man looked at me and said, "Hey son, what's your name? Saw you crawl out from that chopper wreckage. Smart move, it exploded seconds after you went out." I struggled a bit and stood up, replying the man, "...My name is Connor, nice to meet you." The man's lips curled into a smile and he said, "The name's Donovan. Well Connor, welcome to Rockhollow City."
