The sky was painted in bruised shades of plum and charcoal, the relentless neon lights of the city’s towering spires blinking like electric veins against the smog-choked heavens. Below, the city roared—a cacophony of engines, clattering footsteps, and low murmured exchanges amongst shadowed alleys. She stood still amidst the turmoil, green hair whipping in the wind as if it were alive, her figure bathed in the harsh yellows and reds of flickering holograms displaying ads for products no one could afford.
The outfit looked sculpted to her—long-sleeved black fabric, designed with bold, angular cuts that clung like armor yet moved fluidly like shadows overtaken by wind. Her boots, jet black and ending mid-thigh, struck the slick pavement with precision whenever she shifted weight. Her piercing emerald eyes, only a shade lighter than her hair, surveyed the streets of New Soria as if she owned them. In this world, she might as well have.
“Echo,” a voice crackled faintly in her earpiece, yanking her focus. She adjusted the device, her lips curling into a smirk. “They’ve breached the facility perimeter. Northwest sector. Be advised—they’re carrying counter-telekinetic inhibitors. You won’t be able to fling them across the street for fun this time.”
“Guess I’ll have to get creative,” she muttered under her breath, green locks swaying as she tilted her head skyward. Somewhere to the west, industrial floodlights illuminated the sprawling bioweapons research complex, where plumes of smoke spiraled like writhing ghosts into the sky. Echo broke into a sprint, her boots striking the water-slick asphalt in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Lights of distant drones followed her like anxious fireflies, illuminating the stark architecture of New Soria—structures jagged and tall like teeth, their roots plunging deep into streetside urban gardens of genetically engineered neon flora. The city was alive, breathing technology and consuming hope.
The Infiltration
She reached the western edge of District 12 within ten heart-pounding minutes, a place of rusted stairwells and perfidious alleys. Scaling a steel fence, she crouched low, slipping into the shadows near the perimeter wall of the bioweapons lab. Her fingers brushed the scanner on her left wrist—a sleek device embedded beneath the black fabric of her suit—and with a faint pulse of ultraviolet light, the guards’ comm channels scrambled.
Noiselessly, she breached the gates. Echo’s body moved with the effortless precision of someone who had spent her life outrunning shadows. Darting between crates marked “UNREGULATED MATERIALS,” she soared over a railing and peered below to see three agents clad in sleek armored uniforms, their helmets glowing a faint orange. Their movements were methodical, almost robotic, as they dismantled the lab’s security barriers.
She didn’t wait to be invited.
The Tempest Awakens
Channeling the storm inside her, Echo raised her hands, and a sudden void of sound enveloped her immediate surroundings. Air warped as a spiraling torrent of raw psychic energy surged outward from her body. Crates exploded, shards of steel and bio-containers hurtling toward the agents. The inhibitors strapped to their chests flickered and gave off heavy sparks, neutralized before they even triggered.
One of the agents caught her gaze, a fraction longer than any normal soldier should have dared. His helmet cracked under the pressure of her will like a hollow egg. The pieces revealed young, pale features with striking blue eyes. He grimaced, dropping his weapon as he managed to rasp, “You’re… too late. It’s released.” His mouth twitched upward in an unsettling half-smile before his body crumpled to the floor.
Echo’s chest tightened. Pivoting back to the central lab, she felt it. A pulsing, vile energy saturating the air. In these moments, her green hair seemed almost to shimmer faintly, like a signal flare in the abyss. Whatever the lab had hidden, whatever they had unleashed—it wasn’t meant to breathe.
Unforeseen Revelation
A shriek pierced the steel confines of the structure. It was no ordinary sound; it vibrated within her skull, unraveling memories she couldn’t recognize and fears she’d buried beneath years of hardened resolve.
The creature emerged from behind fractured glass and smoldering circuits. Its body was an amalgamation of muscle and machine, its head crowned with pulsating, bio-organic spines. Its eyes fixed on Echo—not angry, but expectant, as though it had been looking for her all this time.
“What are you?” she breathed. But deep down, she knew. Somewhere in the recesses of her fractured past lay the answer, but Echo was too terrified to plummet into it. Not now.
The creature charged, its every step cratering the steel floor. For the first time in years, Echo faltered. But as the beast lunged, her instincts screamed louder than her confusion. She twisted, summoning a green spiral of light that enveloped her body like a shield. The moment the monster struck, the world around her disintegrated into a cataclysm of roaring energy and chaos.
A Memory Unveiled
She opened her eyes to silence. The lab was in ruins, the creature reduced to unrecognizable smoldering fragments. But amidst the rubble, a fragment of a photo fluttered down, landing at her feet. Picking it up with trembling hands, Echo froze. It was an image of a child—a girl with vivid green hair standing in front of a younger, pre-apocalypse version of the bioweapons lab.
Behind her, the words were written in bold red: Proteus Initiative: Subject 006, Codename: Echo. Her own reflection stared back from the photo, decades younger.
Her earpiece crackled again. “Echo? Echo! The city’s destabilizing—come in! We need—” But the rest was static. She stared at the photo one last time as the pulsing energy she’d sensed earlier began to surge again, this time from deep below her.
“It’s not over,” she whispered and began running, running toward a future she no longer understood. Toward answers she might not want to find.
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