[Shadow just stood there in the darkness, the sound of those alarms still ringing in his ears, that booming voice of G.U.N., threatening to board. The hand that touched those handprints clenches. There was still warmth, or perhaps he's only imagining it was still there. Things, also didn't go well up here.
"Hurry Shadow!"
His ears perk up, her voice again. But he is still alone, with only a door of light, tempting him to press on. He starts to walk, his feet feeling heavy. He did not want to keep going, he did not want to have to see what comes next.
Back into the hallway once more, still the same futuristic space tech and yet...there was something cold and unwelcoming about it. No alarms, no GUN in sight, but the lights were dimmer, some flickering. Signs of a lack of maintenance, some machines on the wall covered in some kind of tarp. There are voices again, hushed ones.
"It's only a matter of time. Are we any closer to finding the cure?" "Forget about that, G.U.N. is on our asses to bring them results!" "Who was in charge of watching the prototype? How did it get out of containment?!" "They're coming. Once they find out what the Professor's done. It's over for us."
He felt something crimple under his shoe. A newspaper? He could see at a glance in big bold letters. FIRE IN THE SKY FESTIVAL! There was a picture, hidden beneath his shoe. He's hesitating for some reason to pick it up. Like a part of him was fighting against it. The same feeling of dread he felt when his other suddenly assaulted him. Leaning down, he slowly picks the paper from the ground. Flattening it out, he sees...a meteor? Or a comet? Smaller text underneath the big one. 50 Year Return of the Black Comet Eyes flicker for a moment, the Black Comet. In 50 Years. He presses his other hand against his head, his mind suddenly feeling like it was sending little jolts painful shocks. He had never heard of this comet up to this point, and yet his mind insisted this should be familiar to him.
"On the comet's return....."
These words suddenly pop into his mind, old, forgotten, lost to time. But where had he heard them? Who said that? Something....was clawing at his mind to be remembered.
A new door opens to another room ahead. The sounds of beeping from a machine, someone's heartbeat. The raise and fall of air being moved, another machine to keep supplying air to someone. The light from the door shown dimly into the hallway, threatening to go out at any moment. The feeling of death looming.
---
The lights continue to flash, but they turn from red to a more dull yellow. The level of urgency seemingly decreasing as his other gets dragged into the next room. Those he had been running with, like phantoms they are not there with him. He's been lead into a large circular room, with what looked like there was a track along the wall, with an observation tower at it's center that can be entered into. Yellow lights still continue to the flash, but the area takes on a more abandoned appearance.
When entering the tower, there's a small chamber attached to wires from above at it's center. Seemingly there to be used to siphon something into it. Among all the controls, there was a machine that seems to track seismic activity, a dusty sheet still left behind. There was also a few smaller monitoring televisions in this room. Static, but there seem to be scenes, trying to play on them, flipping between static and a new one.]
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"Hurry Shadow!"
His ears perk up, her voice again. But he is still alone, with only a door of light, tempting him to press on. He starts to walk, his feet feeling heavy. He did not want to keep going, he did not want to have to see what comes next.
Back into the hallway once more, still the same futuristic space tech and yet...there was something cold and unwelcoming about it. No alarms, no GUN in sight, but the lights were dimmer, some flickering. Signs of a lack of maintenance, some machines on the wall covered in some kind of tarp. There are voices again, hushed ones.
"It's only a matter of time. Are we any closer to finding the cure?"
"Forget about that, G.U.N. is on our asses to bring them results!"
"Who was in charge of watching the prototype? How did it get out of containment?!"
"They're coming. Once they find out what the Professor's done. It's over for us."
He felt something crimple under his shoe. A newspaper? He could see at a glance in big bold letters. FIRE IN THE SKY FESTIVAL! There was a picture, hidden beneath his shoe. He's hesitating for some reason to pick it up. Like a part of him was fighting against it. The same feeling of dread he felt when his other suddenly assaulted him. Leaning down, he slowly picks the paper from the ground. Flattening it out, he sees...a meteor? Or a comet? Smaller text underneath the big one. 50 Year Return of the Black Comet Eyes flicker for a moment, the Black Comet. In 50 Years. He presses his other hand against his head, his mind suddenly feeling like it was sending little jolts painful shocks. He had never heard of this comet up to this point, and yet his mind insisted this should be familiar to him.
"On the comet's return....."
These words suddenly pop into his mind, old, forgotten, lost to time. But where had he heard them? Who said that? Something....was clawing at his mind to be remembered.
A new door opens to another room ahead. The sounds of beeping from a machine, someone's heartbeat. The raise and fall of air being moved, another machine to keep supplying air to someone. The light from the door shown dimly into the hallway, threatening to go out at any moment. The feeling of death looming.
---
The lights continue to flash, but they turn from red to a more dull yellow. The level of urgency seemingly decreasing as his other gets dragged into the next room. Those he had been running with, like phantoms they are not there with him. He's been lead into a large circular room, with what looked like there was a track along the wall, with an observation tower at it's center that can be entered into. Yellow lights still continue to the flash, but the area takes on a more abandoned appearance.
When entering the tower, there's a small chamber attached to wires from above at it's center. Seemingly there to be used to siphon something into it. Among all the controls, there was a machine that seems to track seismic activity, a dusty sheet still left behind. There was also a few smaller monitoring televisions in this room. Static, but there seem to be scenes, trying to play on them, flipping between static and a new one.]