Cursed Blade Online

Chapter 6: Ianna, The Dark Gunslinger

"And that's all." The voice of a certain CIA member is heard inside a medical room. Next to the official member stands Ian, who's been introduced to the room. The room has nothing special, just normal hospital equipment, heart monitors, etc.
"You really want me to get shot, don't you?" Ian inquires. So far, Ian hasn't heard about the extensive safety measures Aaron and the CIA have taken. The only time Ian heard about this was when he was called by Arron a week ago. "W-what!? No! Never!" Aaron says, turning to Ian. The Fusion Online survivor lightly chuckles and slightly shakes his head. "It doesn't matter anyway, cause like a bullet, I'm running feet first into hell." Ian says, comparing his life to a simple bullet. "What safety measures have you taken to ensure I won't die?" Ian asks about the his safety. "I guess I never told you," Aaron walks to the side of the bed, "we an advance heart monitor that will keep track of your physical health, and any changes will automatically alert the nurse. We also have an emergency ejection, so if you're locked in from the inside, we will be able to log you off from the outside. Other than that, the rest is on you." Aaron informs Ian of all the safety measures they have take to ensure Ian's well being. The player nods and looks at the nurse in the room, who stands at 5' 8". Her blonde hair is tied back to a ponytail while her blue eyes look at Ian, and a small smile is on her face. "And we also made sure nurse Stephanie takes care of you while your full dive." Aaron adds. Ian remembers the her. She's the nurse that took care of Ian when he was trapped inside the killer game.

"Well. You'll need to take off your jacket and shirt before you full dice, that way we can monitor your heart." The nurse explains, grabbing a small white pad that's attached to a heart monitor system. Ian still has doubts about doing this, but he isn't going to let a murderer go around and killing players and taking their real money away. The teen nods and takes off his jacket and undershirt.
"I'll be on my way now. Break a leg." Aaron says as he exits the medical room, leaving Ian and the nurse alone. Ian already know is Aaron is up to something, mostly because he says good luck instead of break a leg. "Alright, lay down and once I have everything set up, you can go full dive." The nurse tells Ian, who does as he's told by laying down on the medical bed with blue sheets. Ian has many doubts about this. Did he not confirm that killing a person via Artificial Reality was impossible now? Was he just chancing a ghost killer? Ian can only hope that the information he was given was concrete and not just a theory. He'd be wasting his time for the CIA and NSA for nothing.

"Alright, all set to go." The nurse informs Ian. The nurse already hooked up the pad on Ian's chest, and the heart monitor device is doing its self explanatory job. Ian equips his head console and turns it on. "I'll be back in a few hours." Ian tells the person taking care of him. The nurse nods, "Alright." She replies. Ian closes his eyes and let's his brain enter the Artificial Game.
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Ian opens his eyes to find himself surrounded by massive black steel buildings. The Fusion Survivor looks up to see thick black smoke covering the sky and the only form of light being the bright yellow street lamps that are scattered across the road.
Ian coughs several times as he breathes in the thick smoke. "Why make it so dark." He mutters to himself before walking around. Before he can search around, Ian sees a strand of long hair on his right shoulder. "The heck?" He says as he uses his left hand to pick up the strand of hair. As he does that, a lock of hair falls down to his other shoulder. "What?" He asks himself. Last time he checked, he had shorter hair. Ian spots that the side of the building reflects like a mirror, so he approaches it to check how it looks. His jaw drops as he sees himself.

"WHAT THE HELL!!" He shouts aloud, causing all the crows to fly away at the sound of his voice. "This is what Aaron meant by good luck!" He keeps shouting.
     "Hey, you there." A man calls out, looking around the age of 44 or so. Ian turns around, his hair flying back like a flag. "Me?" He asks, pointing to himself. Ian doesn't know who he was talking too, but he assumes its him since no one else was around. "Yes, you," the man says, rushing forward and stops around a meter in front of him, "can I have your account! That's a female T-750 model! Very rare! I'll pay you well!" The man says, wanting to purchase Ian's account. "Uh...I'm actually a guy-"
"Then I'll pay twice for your account! You're holding a T-850 model!!" The man says, his excitement for buying his account growing. "This is a transferred account, sorry." Ian says, chuckling awkwardly before walking away. The man sighs as he watches Ian walk away. "Well! If you ever want to sell it! You know who to find!" He shouts at Ian, and Ian simply walks away and sighs once he's out of the alleyway he spawned in.

'Great. I'm a girl. What now.' He thinks to himself. He is still going to teach Aaron a lesson for shoving him in a female body. He shakes his head as he walks down the street and looks around. Many people look at Ian and whisper to each other, and the most likely reason is because girls don't usually play this game, and not a lot of them walk around the public. Ian only walks faster down the street. No one is willing to help him out, because everyone he's asked are either perverted or jerks to new players. Ian sighs and looks up at bridge connecting to buildings. A female player casually walks across the bridge. This is Ian's time to grab some help.
     "Hey! Wait up!" Ian shouts at the girl. The girl confined walking, almost as if she did not hear Ian. Ian dashes towards a convenient placed ladder and makes it to the bridge. The purple eye newbie grabs the girl's shoulder, forcing her to turn around. "What do-" the girl Brian to shout, but stops as she notices Ian, who she guessed is a girl. "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else," she apologizes, "what can I help you with?"
      "I'm Caliber," Ian says, remembering that he is in a female body, so he doesn't give away his real name but his in-game username. "Like a bullet's caliber?" Red hair girl asks. Ian nods. "Yea, like that," Ian replies, "I was wondering if you'd like to help me. I'm new to this game and I really don't know anyone."
       "Sure. Not a lot of girl players come to this game, but I'll help you," she says, willing to help Ian, "I'm Alera by the way. I guess I'll be showing you around."