He was running at full sprint now for what seemed like forever, his lungs burnt like no time in his life before and the fear he felt drove him on further still.
This Section of the city was in such ruins and the uneven terrain made this race for his life that much tougher. The Sewers were now in sight and Rift knew once inside his chances for Survival grew tenfold.
Approx 16 years Earlier......
The Attack came suddenly and without warning, a Massive Rikti War Ship had just unleashed hell right into downtown Steel Canyon, people Scattered as burnt bodies littered the sidewalk like burnt paper. It had been nearly 40 years since anybody had seen the Rikti at all and now they returned more powerfull and in greater numbers then ever Before.
The Heroes of this time stood no chance against the onslaught brought upon them and soon only a few would remain alive in hiding or enslaved like the majority of the Earth had become within days of the initial Invasion.
Rift was born 3 days prior to the massive Invasion and his Parents quickly fled into the caves that had been cleared years ago...it was there that Rift would grow up running and hiding every couple of days as the Rikti would sweep through the area looking for more Slaves.
In the Early years a resistence had formed made up of Hero's that had not been killed or captured but they were woefully outmanned and overmatched. Once Rift had turned 15 he had aged and seen more horror then many people would in an entire lifetime. It was then that he decided to join the Resistence as a scout..his body was still developing but he allready stood 6 feet tall.
Rift's ability to move in and out of the caves,subways and sewers quickly became a valuable tool for the Resistance and he was sent on increasingly more dangerous missions it seemed almost daily.
It had been 2 and half years since he joined up and now Rifts sculpted body had become a weopon in itself and he constantly trained to perfect its use. It was at this time that the strangest things began to happen. Rift although he didnt know it was tapped with the Mutant Gene that had been so prevelant for the last 400 years.
As Rift sat camoflaged in the shadows of his own Dark Shroud high above a Rikti base listening for information about Troop movements and Supply ships coming in he could see a slave ship landing in the Distance and his soul cried as it so often had since he was just a child.
As Rift inched closer and closer to his target he sensed that all was not right..he had devoloped an uncanny sense for his surroundings as a child and it was a skill he would rely on more then he had ever thought in the next few moments.
The Gantry he hung onto creaked with rust as he shimmied down beneath the overhang when the worst case scenario happend. The Bolts meant to support the tower had become so heavily damaged and eroded in the last few years that they could not hope to hold up his 220 pound frame. He laughed to himself as he thought about the odds of falling without making any noise. The Pile of Steel drums however werent laughing when he came crashing through them. His Armor protected him from the fall but the sound could not be stopped and before he knew it an entire Rikti Regiment was alerted to his Presence.
The grating over the drain pipe was missing 3 spokes and as he slid past it he hoped for the thirty or 40 seconds he would need in order to slip back into the shadows and out of harms Way. It woudnt happen Rikti Teleportation has landed the Rikti just outside the drain pipe and blasts from the Drones had allready scorched the sides of the Pipe.
At full sprint once more Rift scrambled over pipes and into a Room..exhausted and injured he knew his odds of escaping dwindled too almost nothing. The Heavy Boots of the Rikti Chief had grown louder by the second and the dull humm of the Drones was the sound of his doom. The Chief shoved his way into the Room and Rift quickly thrust his Claws deep into the Abdomen..he could have sworn through the Battle Helmet he saw a grin come from the Chief as he was thrown 20 feet into the Brick wall..crashing to the ground in a heap. Fear had overcome him now and he got the feeling that after plunging his claws wrist deep into the Chief that being taken prisoner probably wasnt in the Cards.
His Heart pounded in his chest like a large bass drum as the Chief lowered his rifle towards him..the end would at least come quick he thought. And then in a flash his body convulsed with pain and he was gone...........
Kings Row present Day-
A flash of light and burning flesh was met by the thud of the cold wet rooftop. Rifts Breath rushed back into him and for a second he thought he was in Heaven..but oddly enough Heaven sounded like a car screaming by. His Eyes opened and a light groan escaped him as he moved to the Edge of the Roof. Rift couldnt explain why he wasnt dead..and really couldnt explain how he got where he was. And strangest of all the City seemed very much intact..there was no smoldering ruins, no humming of Rikti Drones and most important of all no Chief ready to tear his lungs out.
Alone, confused and badly hurt Rift set out to find out where he was.......
To Be Continued...if anybody gives a poop anyway
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Apparantly my writing sucks...its cool just thought i would give it a try...
He was running at full sprint now for what seemed like forever, his lungs burnt like no time in his life before and the fear he felt drove him on further still.
This Section of the city was in such ruins and the uneven terrain made this race for his life that much tougher. The Sewers were now in sight and Rift knew once inside his chances for Survival grew tenfold.
Approx 16 years Earlier......
The Attack came suddenly and without warning, a Massive Rikti War Ship had just unleashed hell right into downtown Steel Canyon, people Scattered as burnt bodies littered the sidewalk like burnt paper. It had been nearly 40 years since anybody had seen the Rikti at all and now they returned more powerfull and in greater numbers then ever Before.
The Heroes of this time stood no chance against the onslaught brought upon them and soon only a few would remain alive in hiding or enslaved like the majority of the Earth had become within days of the initial Invasion.
Rift was born 3 days prior to the massive Invasion and his Parents quickly fled into the caves that had been cleared years ago...it was there that Rift would grow up running and hiding every couple of days as the Rikti would sweep through the area looking for more Slaves.
In the Early years a resistence had formed made up of Hero's that had not been killed or captured but they were woefully outmanned and overmatched. Once Rift had turned 15 he had aged and seen more horror then many people would in an entire lifetime. It was then that he decided to join the Resistence as a scout..his body was still developing but he allready stood 6 feet tall.
Rift's ability to move in and out of the caves,subways and sewers quickly became a valuable tool for the Resistance and he was sent on increasingly more dangerous missions it seemed almost daily.
It had been 2 and half years since he joined up and now Rifts sculpted body had become a weopon in itself and he constantly trained to perfect its use. It was at this time that the strangest things began to happen. Rift although he didnt know it was tapped with the Mutant Gene that had been so prevelant for the last 400 years.
As Rift sat camoflaged in the shadows of his own Dark Shroud high above a Rikti base listening for information about Troop movements and Supply ships coming in he could see a slave ship landing in the Distance and his soul cried as it so often had since he was just a child.
As Rift inched closer and closer to his target he sensed that all was not right..he had devoloped an uncanny sense for his surroundings as a child and it was a skill he would rely on more then he had ever thought in the next few moments.
The Gantry he hung onto creaked with rust as he shimmied down beneath the overhang when the worst case scenario happend. The Bolts meant to support the tower had become so heavily damaged and eroded in the last few years that they could not hope to hold up his 220 pound frame. He laughed to himself as he thought about the odds of falling without making any noise. The Pile of Steel drums however werent laughing when he came crashing through them. His Armor protected him from the fall but the sound could not be stopped and before he knew it an entire Rikti Regiment was alerted to his Presence.
The grating over the drain pipe was missing 3 spokes and as he slid past it he hoped for the thirty or 40 seconds he would need in order to slip back into the shadows and out of harms Way. It woudnt happen Rikti Teleportation has landed the Rikti just outside the drain pipe and blasts from the Drones had allready scorched the sides of the Pipe.
At full sprint once more Rift scrambled over pipes and into a Room..exhausted and injured he knew his odds of escaping dwindled too almost nothing. The Heavy Boots of the Rikti Chief had grown louder by the second and the dull humm of the Drones was the sound of his doom. The Chief shoved his way into the Room and Rift quickly thrust his Claws deep into the Abdomen..he could have sworn through the Battle Helmet he saw a grin come from the Chief as he was thrown 20 feet into the Brick wall..crashing to the ground in a heap. Fear had overcome him now and he got the feeling that after plunging his claws wrist deep into the Chief that being taken prisoner probably wasnt in the Cards.
His Heart pounded in his chest like a large bass drum as the Chief lowered his rifle towards him..the end would at least come quick he thought. And then in a flash his body convulsed with pain and he was gone...........
Kings Row present Day-
A flash of light and burning flesh was met by the thud of the cold wet rooftop. Rifts Breath rushed back into him and for a second he thought he was in Heaven..but oddly enough Heaven sounded like a car screaming by. His Eyes opened and a light groan escaped him as he moved to the Edge of the Roof. Rift couldnt explain why he wasnt dead..and really couldnt explain how he got where he was. And strangest of all the City seemed very much intact..there was no smoldering ruins, no humming of Rikti Drones and most important of all no Chief ready to tear his lungs out.
Alone, confused and badly hurt Rift set out to find out where he was.......
To Be Continued...if anybody gives a poop anyway