Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 1 Part 1: The Falling Storm

Heloo! Argenite/Sierra here, so...it's begun. Not too soon as well...I'm sorry for the huge delay. I hope this long chapter makes up for it.

So, to start...I shall do a flashback.

Sierra's POV

7th February 2036

I recently landed in Germany, Europe, on a recon mission. 

I took in the sight of the recently destroyed airport, meanwhile trying to find my small pack I bought amongst the wreckage. The bomber accidentally triggered the bomb when he only a few rows off from the main reactors, so it would have made an even bigger mess. I twisted my arm back into place, wrenching out a piece of metal out from the back of my forearm. 

I had tried to stop him before he even got onto the plane, but he was too ignorant to be halted by my antics. Nonetheless, he still provided essential information that I wouldn't have otherwise gained just by letting him slide. I fell quite far actually, from about half of the aircraft's cruising altitude to solid ground. If it were not for my reflective armor, I would have dislocated more than just my arm. 

I grabbed my now found bag and hurried inside to find the contactable authorities. While sprinting, I unslung my KS-2K, knowing opposition will be swift. Sure enough, men came pouring out of the double doors that led to the outside carrier area, but they weren't the German police, or the Army. They weren't even wearing any distinguishable uniforms. I decided to hide and stay in cover until I could either tell where they are from or who they were working for.  

"Grab the men and women, get them out of here. Get the medics now!" I overheard a superior voice booming over the alarms and screaming. The thick german accent but perfect English told me that they were clearly taught English since young, but I couldn't see their faces without being seen. 

I concluded that they must not be people I'm looking for, either that or these are a subset of their Corps, and we were wrong about their strength. I just hoped I'm not wrong. But something tugged at me, nagging me that we were wrong. 

"Search for any intruders, Commander. I sense a living human here." Another voice approached and grew more prominent. 

That voice, where have I heard that before? I can't place my finger on it....could it? 

I moved quickly to another piece of cover, fast enough to leave no trace of my leaving. I looked up from my cubbyhole and shook my head. 

Yup, he's here alright. It's Mad Dog. The leader of the Insurrection. But, why is here without his lieutenants? Or any bodyguards? He's probably the sixteenth most wanted man, but he's here without any protection as if he couldn't be touched. 

With that being said, where are the police? Or even the fire department? Aren't they supposed to be here by now? 

"Hey! You! Stand up now. We know you're there." I shuddered to think that they've spotted me somehow. But I looked over and realized one commuter at the airport had survived the crashing airplane, and was now stumbling out of the elevator, coughing. 

"Help...help me!" He coughed out in German. I quickly translated what he said in my head. German was one of the ten most used languages in the world I made it my business to perfect. Besides that, I readied my gun, prepared to take out the men even if I was under stress. I knew either I was leaving this airport either bloodied, or bleeding. 

I breathed deeply, preparing to activate my BulTime, lest I missed a couple shots and it would cost me my element of surprise.

I stood up, spinning around, facing the men, activating my BulTime, but something went wrong. The explosion from the elevator knocking me off-balance and disrupting my ability, leaving the men getting a clear shot to my shoulders and neck. I didn't know what had happened, so I quickly clicked my secondary ability and teleported in a smokey visage.