Director's Origins

⚔︎You can't wake up⚔︎

Hearing muffled voices, Conner opened his eyes. Everything was blurry a moment before his eyes had adjusted. Squinting from the bright lights right above him, making it the only thing he could see right then.

"It is complete Executive."

Conner heard someone say the more awake he was feeling himself. He felt so dazed and unsure of what was happening, or where he was. He fell asleep in Damian's room, or so he thought.

Pushing himself up he shook his head and looked down at his hands and screamed. Blinking rapidly his breathing increased and his heart pounding.

"Transformation is complete and here is the CIA's newest weapon. The Killing Machine."

Another spoke out and Conner pushed himself off of the operating table and ran to a full-length mirror on the wall. Eyes widening as he looked over to see his forearms and hands had been cut off and replaced with two large machine guns. His eyes were piercing red and glowing. Staring at himself for another moment he stepped back and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Eyes shooting open, Conner jerked right up. Looking around and quickly recognizing Damian's room. He looked right down to his hands, to see they were his hands. He counted all ten of his fingers and breathed out in relief. It was just a dream, a bad one at that. In a way, he was living that nightmare, and only hoped that part would never have to come true.

He'd do everything in his power to make sure that never even comes close. That's always what he felt like to him. One day they were going to grab him and literally turn him into some kind of machine. That was the way they talked to him. Not like he was an actual person. Going on and on about his climbing charts and how they craved more from him.

Talking at him rather than /to/ him. Only ever wanting to set him off and take control of that to turn it into something the benefitted them. Regardless of Conner's feelings or even morals. They'd take all of that away for their own twisted personal gain.

Conner went over and looked on the bed, only to find that Damian was gone. His heart dropped instantly and he scrambled onto his feet. Going over and hitting the lights. Finding no trace of Damian anywhere. Turning around as he heard the door open, seeing Damian there. Still looking pretty beaten and tired, but he seemed to have ignored all of that.

Conner was going to say something until Damian beat him to it and what he said nearly knocked the wind out of him anyway.

"He's gone!"

Damian belted out as he opened the door wider to step in. Conner furrowed his brows in confusion shaking his head slightly.

"What? Who is?"

"Baker, he's gone! No one can find him anywhere!"

"What?!"

"We're alone, everyone's going insane and already going against one another!"

That set Conner aback a bit. He felt himself becoming a little nervous again and worried. All of it felt like he was part of some other type of bad dream. There no longer was a person in charge. Jones was detained for good and now Baker had left, leaving the agents to fend for themselves.

Now they were all turning against one each other. The CIA base was literally crumbling before their very eyes, and there wasn't anything they could do about it.

He watched as Damian came in and shut the door behind himself. Both of them getting startled as they heard a loud bang coming from down the hall. It wasn't a gunshot, however, it did sound like someone threw something and it broke. He looked back over to Damian he was scattering around the room.