The metallic hiss of pressurized gas filled the air as the green glow of the facility cast long, jagged shadows over the catwalk. She crouched low, her silhouette blending seamlessly into the toxic atmosphere. The sleek black material of her bodysuit clung to her lean, muscular frame, its futuristic lines illuminated by the sickly green radiance from the compound’s containment chambers. A matte-black gas mask obscured the lower half of her face, but even through the visor, her calculating eyes burned with icy determination. In her gloved hands, she gripped a weapon unlike any other—half flamethrower, half chemical sprayer, etched with neon-green sigils that pulsated like a heartbeat.
Through her commlink, a man’s voice crackled, rough and tinged with urgency. “Viper, the breach is imminent. Corporate squads are two minutes out. I hope you’ve got a plan.”
She didn’t respond immediately, only glanced at the barrel beside her, with glowing glyphs stamped along its surface like warnings of a forgotten language. Plumes of emerald gas seeped from the punctured seams near its lid. “Let them come,” she finally murmured, her voice distorted by the mask, cold and resolute.
The backdrop was apocalyptic in its grandeur. The sprawling refinery loomed like a dying beast, its jagged spires piercing the toxic haze. Pools of fluorescent liquid churned in the depths below, emitting soft, poisonous vapors. Caution tape flapped limply around the wreckage of a collapsed air duct. The green luminescence bathed everything in an eerie, otherworldly glow, making the edges between reality and nightmare blur.
The pounding of boots on steel grated through the facility as shadows emerged at the far end of the catwalk. Viper straightened, lifting her weapon, its sinister design seeming almost alive. The air around her thickened as tendrils of toxic gas swirled into existence, coiling and pulsing like venomous serpents at her command.
Time fractured momentarily as she replayed the memories that brought her here. A sprawling boardroom of soulless suits, their faces indifferent as she was cast aside, branded as a liability for her radical experiments. The betrayal cut deeper than the dismissive words, their lack of vision, their cowardice. She offered them evolution, and they chose stagnancy. Now, they would choke on the future they feared.
“You’re outnumbered, Viper,” the commlink voice buzzed again, nerves cracking through the static. “A whole strike team. Quit playing death god and get out of there!”
Her fingers flexed against the weapon’s grip. “Outnumbered doesn’t matter. They can flush as many pawns at me as they want—I only need one shot.” She slammed her boot against the barrel, the sound reverberating through the chamber, and the gas within roared upward, shrouding her like a living specter.
The first squad burst through the haze, clad in tactical armor and respirators, but it didn’t matter—they couldn’t see her through the swirling miasma. She darted between them like a shadow, the curved blade fixed to her weapon slicing through the air. In moments, the strikes came in precision bursts, the screams of the squad muffled by the lethal cloud. One figure reached for his communicator before collapsing, his helm melting as corrosive toxin seeped in through microscopic seams.
She stood amidst them, unharmed, her suit designed to resist the poisons she commanded. Her breath came measured, even calm, despite the chaos. Through the thick air, another squad advanced, this time with heavier weaponry. The barrels of their rifles began to glow as they primed their plasma cannons. Her lips curved into a cruel smile behind the mask.
Everything was a calculation, every movement a deliberate strike. She fired her weapon, not at them, but at the glowing pools below. A chemical reaction ignited instantly, the green liquid shooting upward in a violent plume of noxious flames. The explosion threw the advancing squad into disarray, screams echoing as they tumbled from the narrow catwalks into the depths below.
The facility shuddered with the force of the blast, alarms blaring through the structure. “Containment breach,” an automated voice rang. “Evacuate immediately.”
Viper stepped forward, calm amid the chaos, her boots ringing crisply against the catwalk. From above, an airship descended, floodlights slicing through the green fog. She didn’t need to look up to know it was her extraction. Gripping her weapon in one hand, the other tapped on her commlink. “Tell headquarters it’s done. Their monopoly on evolution is broken.”
The voice on the other end was silent for a moment. Then, “Understood. Extraction in thirty seconds.”
She strode forward as the last of the strike team scattered before her, abandoning their posts, their will to stand against her shattered. The airship’s claws extended down, a ladder dropping just as she reached the platform’s edge. As she ascended, she glanced back at the refinery, now engulfed in emerald flames, its structures collapsing under the weight of its destruction.
“No one controls the future,” she muttered under her breath as the airship soared into the jade-streaked clouds. “Not anymore.”
Genre: Sci-fi/Action
The Source…check out the article that inspired this amazing short story: Cosplay Ideas: Viper from Valorant in a Sleek Black and Toxic Green Ensemble
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