DaemonSythe
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Since I've technically already written this, I'll just repost it. This is also a prelude to a storyline that I, as the Chronicler, still intend on writing 
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Fallen Horizons 00
-Daemon Awakening-
Wake up…
Daemon…wake up…
“Wake up!”
Daemon bolted upright, hand slipping under his pillow as his eyes darted around the room.
“Nothing…” He muttered, releasing his grip on the pistol tucked beneath the pillow and laying back down. “I’m starting to hear things now…”
Ever since that day, a week ago…everything is different. It all just seems false…
He sighed, sitting up again and sliding out of bed. For what had to have been the hundredth time, he glanced out the window of his small bedroom, wondering if there was somewhere he was supposed to be…some job, or something else. He shrugged it off, just as he had every other time, and grabbed a rumbled grey t-shirt from a chair near the bed. He didn’t even know who he was anymore…his memory seemed shrouded by a thick fog ever since he had woken up on the sidewalk a week ago. No idea how he had got there, who he was, or what he was supposed to do with himself.
Heh…lucky that I was able to track down my apartment…at least, I think it’s my apartment.
He shrugged, slipping the shirt over his head as he rummaged through the dresser on the opposite side of the room. It seemed like his place. All of the clothes fit him, for one thing, and it just seemed to go with how he felt. Aside from the tiny bedroom, the apartment had a bathroom and a living room that was completely dominated by a mass of computers and various parts strewn all over the place. Whoever he had been, one thing was obvious by examining the files…he was a hacker. It had been the first time he had walked into the apartment that the only real memories that he’d been able to recover had surfaced. A few flashes of emotions…elation at cracking a difficult system, excitement over a new challenge…and a name. Daemon, which he assumed had been his handle. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was a start.
Fully dressed, he went into the living room, plopping down in front of the monitors and starting to search through the files again. Still, there seemed to be nothing concrete about his life.
“At least I was smart.” He sighed, leaning back in the chair. As he started to stand, the screen went black, a blinking green cursor in the top corner. “What in the…”
It stayed there, blinking, for several seconds, before a message flickered across the screen.
Greetings, Daemon…
Quickly, he sat back down, his hands flying across the keyboard as he typed a reply.
Who are you?
All in due time, Daemon. First things first…come to Club Avalon, in Midian Park…you’ll find your answers there…
With that, the screen went blank again, the desktop flickering back after a few moments.
* * *
By the time Daemon found himself outside of Club Avalon, it was already getting dark, and he had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. Glancing around cautiously, he patted the gun at his hip before heading through the door.
The inside of the club was as chaotic as he expected. Lights flashed in random colors and patterns from every direction as music blared through the building. Slowly, he made his way through the crowded dancers, edging toward the far side of the room.
“Why’d I even come here…” He muttered, leaning against the wall as he idly watched the crowd. “It was probably just a joke or something…some hacker playing a trick on me…”
“Excuse me.”
Daemon looked up, surprised to see several people emerging from the crowd, a woman in dark sunglasses and a leather trench coat at their head.
“You must be Daemon.” The woman said.
“I guess. To be quite honest, I’m not even sure myself.”
The woman laughed, a few of the men behind her chuckling as well. “We’ve been watching you for a while, Daemon, and we know about your memory loss.” She motioned to herself and the others. “My name is Midnight, and these are a few of I disagreeociates. As you may have realized, things have seemed unusual in the last week. You may have thought you were imagining things…going insane, perhaps. The truth is, you’re not.”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
“Not here.” Midnight looked out across the club, then back at Daemon. “Despite the truce, there are those that would want to disrupt our meeting. If you’ll come with us, we can tell you everything you want to know.”
“Alright…” Daemon said after a few moments, nodding. “Lead the way.”
* * *
Outside of the club, Midnight and her three associates had ushered him into a waiting black car, which quickly pulled away. For several minutes they rode in silence, no one saying anything.
“We’ll take you to a secure location.” Midnight finally said, breaking the silence. “Someplace where we can tell you what’s really going on without fear of being interrupted.”
“Good…because I want to know just what happened to me a week ago.”
“As I said, all in due time.” She made a quick glance at her associates, then turned her eyes back to the road. “You already know who I am, but allow me to introduce the others.” She made a motion to the man sitting next to her, and he turned back toward Daemon. “This is Zero, my second in command.” He nodded, his eyes unreadable behind his dark shades. “The two on either side of you are Paean and Psynergy.” The two men nodded as well, both keeping their gazes ahead.
“What’s with the sunglasses?” Daemon finally asked. “I mean, seriously, it’s dark out.”
When he got no answer, he frowned, turning his head and glancing out the rear window.
“Hey…I think we’re being followed…”
Everyone seemed to come alert at once, Midnight glancing into the rearview mirror.
“nuts…it’s the Collective…” She jerked the wheel hard, and the car screeched around a corner as shots erupted from the car behind them. “They probably intend on stopping us from awakening you, and most likely want to do it themselves…” Her expression became darker. “They think that humans should work for the machines…a load of crap, if you ask me.”
There was a load bang, and the car lurched, swerving wildly across the street before slamming into a street lamp. Piling out, they all turned as the car behind them pulled to a stop, and five men emerged, sneering at them as they approached, each holding a different type of gun.
“So, thought you’d take this one, did you?” The one in front asked coolly. “I’m terribly sorry, Midnight, but he will belong to the collective.”
“You think just because you Awaken him that he’ll follow you? You must be deluded.”
The five men laughed, then leveled their guns at her. “We’ll be taking him. If he doesn’t join us, then I’m afraid we’ll have to terminate him.”
“Not if we have anything to say about it.”
Midnight and the three others stepped in front of Daemon, each producing their own weapons from their coats. “Run, Daemon. We’ll take care of these buffoons and catch up to you later.” Paen whispered hoarsely as he aimed his gun. Not needing any further coaxing, Daemon took off, turning down an alleyway and drawing his pistol at the same time.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
He pumped his legs harder as the sound of gunfire reached his ears, barreling around a corner and screeching to a halt as he caught sight of one of the men from before standing in front of him.
“How in the…?”
“You’ll find out, if you come with us, Daemon.” The man said, a hint of a threat in his cool voice.
“I don’t think so.” He turned, bolting the other direction. He could hear the man give chase, the sound of his feet slapping the pavement heavily behind him spurring Daemon on. He lost track of how many alleys he turned into, quickly becoming lost in a maze of apartment buildings.
“nuts!” He cursed, stopping as he came to the edge of a tall drop-off, the street many feet below…far too many to jump. “The stair will take to long…crap…what now…” He hazarded a glance behind him, and saw the man gaining quickly. Taking a deep breath, he looked down below again. “Guess I have no choice…” Taking several steps back, he broke into a run again, leaping as he reached the edge, and fully expecting to drop like a stone. As his feet left the ground, it felt like everything around him was twisting. As if the very of reality were bending, and he found himself almost soaring over the street, landing in a crouch nearly ten yards from where he had been standing.
What the…
“Not time to ponder!” He jumped to his feet again, running all out down the street.
* * *
He had escaped…for the moment. Locked up in an empty apartment, Daemon watched out the window for any sign of the man pursuing him, but he hadn’t seen hide-nor-hair of him for thirty minutes.
“I guess I lost him…” He said, sighing in relief.
“Not quite, kid.”
Daemon spun, his eyes wide, gun up, only to cry out as a bullet struck the pistol, sending it flying out of his hands.
“You were tricky, kid…it seems you’ve already become aware that this world isn’t real.” He laughed. “I guess that means you have potential. You’ll make a good addition to the Collective.” He stepped forward, holding his hand out, a small red pill lying on his palm. “Take this, and it’ll all be over.”
This is it, do or die…
“I’d rather die.” Daemon growled, tensing as the man drew closer.
“So be it.” He opened fire, and it seemed like everything stopped. Daemon could actually see the bullets move in slow motion, the sound waves moving out through the air like a trail behind them. Moving to the side, he wove between them, rushing at the gunman and slamming his clenched fist into the man’s gut. He flew back, grunting, and the bullets sprayed wildly. Unfortunately, time chose that moment to return to normal.
Oh nuts…
* * *
Daemon fell back, clutching his stomach as the bullets ripped through him. The pain was incredible, and black was already edging into his vision as Midnight and the others ran in.
“We’re too late…” She said, looking at Daemon, kneeling in steadily growing pool of blood.
“No…it’s not real…” Daemon muttered. “I’m not dead, because it’s not real…”
He looked up, smiling weakly at them. “You were right…” Then his eyes closed, and as he fell backwards, everything seemed to fade away….and he felt cold…
* * *
Wake up…
Daemon…wake up…
Daemon…
“Wake up!”
Daemon sat up, shaking his head as if trying to clear it of the ever-present fog. As he opened his eyes, he was forced to squint, the dim light almost blinding.
“What…what happened?” He muttered, his voice sounding hoarse in his ears, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.
“You self-substantiated, Daemon.” A woman said from somewhere nearby. He opened his eyes again, allowing them to adjust to the light.
“You!” He said, quickly recognizing her. “Midnight…so, it wasn’t a dream.”
“Not at all. You’re on the Immortalis.” She smiled, and he noticed that her ragged clothing seemed to match the dull metal of the small room he was in. “We’re about to dock in Zion, where you’ll be filled in about what exactly happened to you, and some other things that you would have been informed of had we not been attacked.” She laughed, standing and heading for the door. “You’ll find that things are quite a bit different than what you thought was real. Perhaps, once you’ve recovered, and learned about the truth, you’ll join one of our ships.”
“Your ships?” Daemon asked, clearing his throat. “There are more than one?”
Midnight laughed again, the thick metal door creaking as she opened it. “Just remember, when you’re ready to join, ask for the Fallen Horizon. They’ll know what you mean.”
With that, the door shut, and Daemon was alone.
“Fallen Horizon, eh?” He said, running a hand over his inexplicably shaved head, stopping a moment when he discovered the large plug on the back of his neck. “I’ll definitely remember that…”
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