Prometheus: Long Road Home (Slow update)

Logan

The sun seemed to paint the skyline orange as it set. The desert met the sky in the distance, and as night grew closer I sipped a drink from the whiskey bottle. No matter how much I drank, I could never get drunk. My enhanced metabolism would never let me. I spat into the dry dirt and looked into the horizon, and something caught my eye. I focused on it and realized it was a black SUV. It was driving down the dirt trail to my property, and I immediately knew that my past had decided to come back for me.

Five years ago, I volunteered for an experiment. The goal was to create the perfect soldier, but there were complications. During the experiment I was hit with a massive amount of Aetherium energy, and absorbed it. Somehow, the serum I was given and the Aetherium had mixed, giving me superhuman abilities. I was stronger, faster, more agile, and more. I became what they wanted me to be.

Of course, it came at a price. I became an agent for the organization the Enclave. A global peace-keeping organization, the Enclave hires metahumans or arrests them, depending on if they are a threat or not. Not long after I joined the Enclave metahumans were revealed to the world publicly. In an effort to prevent major backlash against the metahumans population, the Enclave revealed themselves publicly as well with a metahumans hero as their public face: Prometheus.

Lucky me.

I didn't want my identity known publicly, so I wore a mask. The Enclave supported this idea. Eventually, I was put in charge of my own team of metahumans, codenamed the Squadron. The members were mostly people I found and convinced to join, including he woman which I fell in love with. Life was great for me and the team. That all changed two years ago, on the Blackout Incident.

It was a fairly large town in Nevada. The metahuman Blackout, who has to power to drain energy out of anything. Electricity, radiation, any kind of energy that exists he can absorb. Blackout had traveled to Haven for unknown reasons, and I went in after him alone. Once I confronted him, we fought, but he gained the upper hand by weakening me with his powers. Blackout had beat me, and to show the world his strength he annihilated everyone in the city. Men, women, and children disintegrated into ash in the blink of an eye. I didn't know how he did it, but he did. I was powerless to stop him.

Blackout disappeared that day. I think he knew that once the Enclave came and seen the horrors he did, he would become the most wanted criminal in the world. As for me, they told me it wasn't my fault, and that I couldn't have stopped him. They were wrong. I had failed people of Haven.

The Enclave had counted a total of 583,244 deaths in Haven. Those people weren't the only ones to die that night, though. Prometheus died with them. Whoever I used to be died alongside them two years ago. I gave up that life and left the Enclave and my team behind. I left it all in the past, and wanted nothing to do with it.

But the fucking past doesn't like to stay buried. Especially when it decides to bring your ex-fiance with it.