Chronicle of the Unknown Sector. (#Wattys2015)

Part 33: Ground zero.

(A/N: The video linked in media is Pablo's overall theme for the series, had trouble deciding when to tie it in thus I made it when he was cut off from everything)

Irvon-7, once a peaceful tranquil world now stood as the primary Ravener nexus-world within the Unknown Sector. Pablo awoke on the surface of the decayed damned planet gazing around latching onto his head to sudden flash images of haunting memories flooding his mind leeching him into groans and yells in pain, the Ravoid's dark laugh of enjoyment made him breath through his teeth narrowing his eyes in fury.

"Oh the memories, you remember them as well as I. that look on your face says it all." she spoke in a seducing manner walking around him running her long sharp finger nail across his cheek cutting skin like butter before standing behind him gazing ahead, "You see that?" later adding pointing toward ruins of a familiar building as the mere sight of it created a sharp agonizing pain in his head forcing him to hunch over groaning in an attempt to resist the pain with the Ravoid speaking into his ear "Yes.... this is where you and I first met, fifteen years ago. Granted I have grown more in beauty since then." with her words making Pablo's eyes dart wide open before exploding in a raging anger.

"YOU!" he shouted into her face letting no holds barred between him and his fury, "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS! DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE!" the outcome resulting in the Ravoid slapping him forcefully to the ground with the back of her hand, as he started to get up again the beat-down continued with him being flung into the ruins impacting against the walls with sharp cracking of bones piercing the air and coughing up of blood.

"You disappoint me Pablo, didn't your parents tell you it's rude to shout in the face of a lady." the Ravoid stated forming a wide grin before taking hold of his neck lifting him up with ease, seizing his defenceless state forcing her tongue down his throat kissing him then retracting with a lick of her lips of his blood "Tasty as ever, my how you've matured." her voice spoke out in sickening lust.

As she began to walk dragging him in tow despite his struggling attempts to get free, entering an infested mansion leading into a lair Pablo looked around him seeing Ravener beasts ranging from simply spawns, evolutionary such as slime tongued lashers and bruting warriors among others as they surrounded the space parting aside as the Ravoid strode herself in with self-pride before flinging Pablo across the room landing with a thudding impact sliding across the floor until making contact with her throne, "I shall return to have my fun with you later, keep an eye on my pet whilst I sleep my children." the Ravoid ordered toward the Ravener beasts leaving the room with the sound of her heels clacking against the ground.

Battered, beaten and blooded Pablo heaved himself into a sitting position staring death in the eye around him. "Must.... escape.." he grunted spitting out blood wiping his mouth afterward, a sudden surge of crackling caused him to groan as his body starting to mend itself along with the runic markings glowing through his skin leading to a snickering grin forming on his face.

"Now I'm ready to go." uttered out his mouth unfurling the chainsaw blade of his cybernetic arm charging into battle cleaving off a Raveners talon arm to use as an off-handed weapon entering a bruting flurry of close combat, alone and not wanting to give in Pablo sliced, diced, mangled and minced the Ravener beasts who closed in on him contacting several hits rending flesh and tearing muscle.

However the faster his heart-rate and adrenal glands spiked the more he found himself enjoying the bloodshed and carnage cackling like mad with to sound of revving chainsaw and spurting of blood, charging his way to the outside unleashing a tremendous roar of fury and energy caused the Ravoid to awaken and scurry to it's origin discovering he'd completely disappeared when arriving back at her throne room.

Fleeing his wounded self into the ruined city adapting to the environments camouflaging himself, groaning from hunger as his heart-rate decreased to normal pacing and adrenaline dying down cause of it, the tired and confused human wandered aimlessly to an old market sneaking his way in whilst concealed by darkness. Barely clothed the cold walls and floor caused him to shiver as his shaking hands picked up anything that resembled food, yet everything he picked up was outdated by fifteen years as he sat huddled up shivering and lost.