The Hallowed

The Awakening

As I came to, I was in a dark room. No, not a dark room, the room was bright, but I had a heavy black bag on my face; I tried to remove it, but I found my hands were tied to a chair, interrogation style. As I tried to remember what happened, I heard a door open, some voices speaking, and the door closing and locking. Then, without warning, the bag was ripped off of my head, and I braced myself to see The Order. Instead, however, I saw a friendly-angry-sad-concerned man with a serious case of 5 o'clock shadow in front of me.

"Look who's up. I see the scouts didn't rough you up to much. What were you doing at that warehouse, anyways?" F-A-S-C asked me. I couldn't trust this guy, conisdering a bag was just over my head and I think I had a few fresh bruises and cuts. From what, I couldn't remember at the time, but what I did know was that this guy took me from the warehouse, he wasn't a part of The Order, and he could kill me at any moment if he wanted to. So I should at least play along.

"I was "selected" for conversion. I was just about out of the warehouse before it all went black. Speaking of which, what happened at that warehouse?"I told him.

"We were trying to destroy that warehouse, so we could deal blows to The Order. I noticed that you seem to hate them more than most. But I digress. What exactly do you remember?" FASC kept going with the questions.

"Well, I was sent in a line with tons of other people, a pissed-off order member seemed to be spearheading the whole operation, and then I ran. I ran to the...the...," I started snapping with my tied hands to try to remember; I couldn't. "I ran somewhere, I remember cups and a counter. Then I ran by a crazy sci-fi looking black room with yellow lines, and that's when I tried to run out the front door, and then something blue hit me dead-on. And now I'm here." I tried to remember more finer details, but my head was still pounding from the clothesline I guess I took.

"Is that everything?" FASC inquired.

"Well, except my designation, Vana-"

"-Dium 54, I read your ID tag. Well, I can definetely tell you that we are as sick of The Order as you are, and I'm willing to make you a deal. You can join my group, take The Order down, and try to rebuild humanity as it was before all this shit started. Or, I toss you out back into the world as it is now and let you die or become one of them."

"Wait, YOUR group?" If he leads this group against The Order...

"Yessir, the group I lead." Then this guy has to be...

"So what you're saying is, you're the leader of The Hallowed?" Devis Locke, war hero and Leader of the Resistance group, the Hallowed.

"Yes, I'll join you. A thousand times yes, without question. Just one question, though. What happened while I was unconcious?" I was all ears.

"Well, let's start at the end of your memory. You were knocked out by some blue thing, and now you're here. Well, let me add to that story. We were scouting the warehouse because it was a known selection spot. Then, we saw through some windows some guy running wherever in a hurry. It was the perfect disctraction we needed-Thank you, by the way- to get inside and do some real damage."

"You're...welcome?"

"The scouts went in there to plant a bomb in one of the more... less-well maintained parts of the building, the break room. We-"

"That's where I was!" I interrupted.

"...Yes, you were. Anyways, we were about 3 steps from the target when one of our scouts saw you get decked by a tough bastard in riot gear. One of our scouts, Tawny, decided to help you. She's..." Locke stopped for a second, eyes downcast.

"She's...?" I asked hesitantly.

"She's experiencing the risk of what we all fight for in the infirmary. Alive, but barely. The point is, we took out the Order members you were getting destroyed by. And so, we brought you here to our 'guest room.'" He made air quotes. "That about covers it, any questions?"

"Well, I-" I began

"Good! Your training begins tomorrow, 7 am."

"But I-" Locke left the room and told one of his accociates to untie me and get me to a room. A lady, kinda short, brown wavy hair, walked into the room.

"Hello. My name is Tiph. I'm the owner of the 'guest room' that you're using, so I'm going to evict you. Down the hall," She pointed out the door and made a gesture to the right "you'll find the barracks. Now let's get moving, recruit!" She untied my hands and pushed me out of the room. And that was my first day as one of the Hallowed. It gets better, just trust me.