Chronicles of Infiniti (Book One of the Tempest Trilogy)

Breaking_out.
I would like to think my story is an easy one to explain, but it truly isn't.
I woke groggily, my head hurting and joints aching.
They did another experiment. I thought to myself.
I got up from the cardboard-like bed I was on, getting my body warmed up. The pillow was crappy, and the blankets were always too thin. It was like a form of torture in it of itself. It felt intentional, at least.
I heard other experiments going on throughout the facility, from devices that open portals to mysterious places, to new weapons. One of the experiments that I was watching recently was the Tesla. It is an electrical weapon designed to take people down harmlessly. Like a longer ranged taser of sorts. They were trying to calibrate a targeting system for it, trying to hit a rubber dummy instead of each other. The gun itself was a huge oval shaped thing accented in gleaming chrome, about the size of my torso. It looked like some alien gun from a movie more than something that humans would make. It had a dial on the right side of it, that went from harmless to lethal. Around the barrel was yellow and black tape signifying what it was, and that you shouldn't be milling about the front of it unless you wanted to be hurt. The stock was a typical black one, like something you would see on a real firearm. There were also battery packs used to power it, that were loaded from the underbelly of the gun.
I stopped looking at the scientist's progress. I didn't need to dwell on that for too long. I went over to the mirror, looking at the being in the reflection.
I am not human, to say the least. At a fast glance, I could be seen as human, as I wore a dark, not quite black hoodie with said hood up, gray sweatpants, and light gray combat boots. They tried to give me prison garb, but it's not like I could change my clothes, being what I am.
The one thing that was a dead giveaway, the thing that stuck out in my monochrome clothes, was my face. Or more accurately, my lack of one. Where my face would be, there was darkness, all except for two, vertical, glowing lines. They were a bright neon green, and they were my eyes.
The facility had locked me up because of the simple fact that I was what I was. I didn't know much about beings like me, but I thought that maybe if I broke out I could find more people like me. Maybe they could help me.
I looked around my prison, glancing at the toilet that was not needed, the mirror once again, the thin bed, until my gaze rested on the bars.
The metal bars, that were the only thing standing in the way of me, and freedom.
I gripped the bars, and using my powers, I absorbed the metal that was melting into a shining, glittering liquid. My power was to manipulate metal to my will. I could use it to make whatever I so choose. And right then, I wanted to make it into a sledgehammer. It took some good strength, but I did it, hefting the weapon in my hands.
The scientists in the Tesla testing room saw what I was doing through the plexiglass. And there wasn't a damn thing they could do to stop me. The metal from the bars that had once caged me now became my weapon, my tool.
To break me out of this place, and regain my freedom.
I calmly stepped out of my gray brick cell, looked up and down the hall to see no one in the halls who could stop me, and swung the hammer at the plexiglass. I felt the glass shatter and shake the hammer when it made contact, glass flying everywhere. I pulled one leg over the glass frame, and climbed into the room.
The scientists were cowering in the corner, but I didn't pay them any mind. I just grabbed one of the prototype Teslas and held it up in my hands. I had no intention of killing anyone, and this would be the way of getting out of here without any casualties.
The thing was heavy to say the least, but it had some good weight balancing to it. It was essentially a tube with two large metal ovals making up its body and handle. It had a red dot sighting atop the oval closest to the stock of the gun, and I looked through it. I pointed it at a wall to test it, and pulled the trigger. It didn't have any recoil to it, but it shot a beam of lightning the size of my forearm where I aimed. The lighting beam was bright, and it would work for what I needed. It had a large canvas band hanging from the bottom of the weapon, and I slung it over my shoulders.
Suddenly, bright red lights started flashing in the bleach white halls. An alarm started blaring loudly, and I heard over the loud beeps some heavy footsteps getting louder. I stepped out of the testing room, annoyed at the loudness of the alarms, but trying to think ahead.
There is the portal testing project down the hall, but the scientists and that big Russian guy said it was all experimental. I thought to myself, Maybe I could be it's first official test...
I snapped back to reality when I saw a few people in bulletproof vests start tromping down the hall. They stood shoulder to shoulder, trying to take up as much of the hallway as possible to stop me. I pointed the Tesla at them and pulled the trigger, the bolt of lightning hitting the man in the middle, making him spasm before falling to the ground. Because of the proximity of the others, the other guards were shocked as well, jittering and stuttering before hitting the ground.
I let the Tesla hang from its canvas strap around my neck, and I ran and jumped over the collapsed guards, going down the hall until I found what I was looking for.
The door was slightly ajar, and the room was dark, all lights off. The glow of a small glass sphere in the middle of the room beckoned me forth. I dove in, running and grabbing the sphere. It looked like the tests were done, as evidenced by the sticker that was on the sphere that said, 'throw down onto the ground to travel through space and time! (not guaranteed for human survival)'.
Screw it. I thought, and raised my arm into the air to throw it down.
"I don't think so." A deep, basso voice said from behind me. A shining hand almost twice the size of mine grabbed my wrist, and a second one palmed the glass sphere.
The figure threw me into the wall, still holding the sphere. The Tesla was flung around my body, but it stayed on me, it's heavy weight slamming into my chest as I sat in a heap, my back against the wall.
"I knew it was too easy." He said. He was a huge, hulking figure about 6'7, with jet black hair that was slicked back, and a sharp chin that had a little bit of a beard upon it. He had a thick Russian accent, but it seemed like his English was fluent. He wore a green camo tank top, and gray pants with heavy brown boots.
His most memorable parts were his hulking, metallic arms. They looked like they lifted cars for funsies, and they looked perfect for pounding a face into the floor. His lower half was still strong, but was not as hefty as his top. I'd seen his face on advertisements before. He was an ex-military member that had served his time well, and was given a chilling nickname on the battlefield.
Macabre.
I got up and squared up, putting my right foot as the back foot, and my left as my front. I kept my weight distributed equally, bending my knees, keeping my hands up. Macabre laughed at this, and a smile stretched across his features.
I wiped it off his damn face with a right hook, darting back to dodge a swinging fist. I shook my hand a little, trying to get the pain out of my knuckles as Macabre roared in rage. He slammed one of his metallic hands into the floor, trying to make me stumble from the shaking. I kept myself out of the corners of the room, trying to not pin myself in one spot, like a game of cat and mouse.
Macabre played to his strengths, waiting until I would strike. I sprinted at him, leaping and lifting my right leg, keeping my left straight. I slammed the bottom of my left foot with all of my weight and inertia, right into his knee. Macabre growled as his knee snapped, but seemed to keep his weight on his other leg.
Shite. He might be a little intolerant to pain.
I jumped back as fast as I could, but Macabre grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the wall, drywall and wood crumbling. Thank whatever god might be there I didn't hit a support stud. I was still dazed, and was trying to get up, but something round was where I put my foot down, and it made me tumble back down to the ground.
I realized with a shock that it was the teleportation sphere. I grabbed at it, and was tempted to throw it down. The issue was that I didn't know how long the portal would last. So if I jumped in, Macabre could just follow me and screw me over anyway. I stuffed the sphere into my jacket pocket, and got up quickly. I'm lucky that I did, otherwise, I would be mush mixed with drywall. Macabre's fist slammed into the wall, breaking some more wood with an iron hand.
I ran like hell, jumping through the window I broke open, sphere in my pocket, Tesla in my arms. I heard Macabre roar in a stream of Russian curses, but I couldn't make them all out.
The alarm lights bathed the gray and white walls a deep red, and I could make out from further down the hall, more doors opening and even more armed men and women piling out of them, with heavy rifles. I stunned as many of them as I could with the Tesla, but there were so many of them it wouldn't even matter. Take out one and thirty more would take their place.
I had to keep moving, even with this influx of fake special forces officers, because Macabre was coming and he was not happy. I'm sure he had great plans for me, like turning me into something the equivalent of mashed potatoes. I kept sprinting, and I finally took a glance behind me only to see Macabre standing about seven or so feet away from me. I could feel his huge footsteps.
Fear ran through me like lightning, and I tried to quicken my pace and get the hell away. I turned left at a crossroads, and saw a door with a glowing red EXIT sign above it. I readied my shoulder and slammed it into the push bar. The open night air met me, and I almost tripped over my own feet. I couldn't see almost anything out there. The officers probably couldn't either, because the spotlights flickered to life, and were all focused on me. Now I could see that there was nothing but brush and cacti out here, and no real places for cover.
I looked at the building itself and saw the writing with Macabre's smiling face that said: Organization Zero.
Oh great. They specialize in this kind of thing.
The only thing I could really do was run like hell and use the sphere to whatever end it might take me. I tried to retrieve it from my jacket pocket and found nothing. Macabre spoke from behind me and said, "Looking for this?" holding up the sphere.
I was slammed face first into the hard sandy ground, hearing something crack. Macabre didn't just stop there. He grabbed me by the foot and lifted it up, getting ready to throw me. I kicked out with both legs, and managed to hit his chest and boost off, hitting the ground and trying to roll and get up. I succeeded somewhat, and tried to get some distance between the two of us. I pulled out the Tesla, aimed for a millisecond, and fired.
That was all the time Macabre needed.
He leaped forward at me as I fired, the beam of lightning hitting him in the air. He jolted a little, but not much. It was just enough to make him stumble quite a bit and fall over when he landed with a thud. It didn't matter anyway, because I noticed red lights alighting on my jacket, and I assumed that they were snipers aiming at me.
Because of course there are.
I moved swiftly upon seeing the lights of death, and I heard buzzes and whooshes as the little hornets of pain moved to their final destination. I kept trying to run and juke, hoping I wouldn't be predictable. I tried to fire the Tesla at the snipers, but it didn't have enough range. One of the bullets found its brand new home in my right shoulder, a quick shock of pain accompanied it. I tried to shake the pain off to no avail.
Macabre still had the sphere in one of his huge hands, so I knew the only way out was to get it from him and bolt. I faced him, the snipers trying to aim over his immense shoulders and body. Without warning or word, I sprinted forward, keeping my head down. Rather than hitting Macabre with a kick or a punch, I slammed my shoulder into his stomach, trying to knock him off balance. I succeeded slightly, and he threw his arms up to recover his balance.
And the sphere slipped out of his hands.
It dropped, somehow not breaking open, but instead cracking slightly. I felt this strange power stir around it. I grabbed it quickly and sprinted as far away from Macabre and his sniper crew as possible.
I kept going, until I was sure I was out of range of them. Macabre couldn't keep up with me. I slammed the sphere down, hearing it shatter. A sound like a roaring wind filled my ears, and a circle of what looked to be pure lightning surrounded my feet. The inside of the circle darkened to a deep black, and suddenly, I was falling.