Furute Game Backstory?
This is the first chapter of a story I'm working on. This may be turned into a game.
Chapter One: Three Tragedies
Centeropolis Science Building, Twelve Years Ago....
The heart monitor beeped in a relaxed rhythm. The room contained the latest forms of medical technology. In the center sat a huge, chrome, metal cylinder lying on its side that had an opening and a small platform that slides into its inside. It looked like the machine used for CAT scans, only its opening was designed to close. Two men stood in the room, wearing white radiation suits. One stood at a panel of controls by the cylinder, while the other was by some monitors placed on the wall. These monitors displayed things such as heart beat rate and breathing rate. There was another person in this room, but he did not wear a radiation suit. Instead, he was strapped onto the platform of the cylinder, his feet pointing into its opening. He was a teenage boy with short black hair and hazel eyes.
His name was Kyle Hannigan. And he was both a patient and-as cruel as it sounds-a test subject. You see, a few months after his thirteenth birthday, Kyle started to feel weak. Things got worse from that. Red blotches appeared on his arm and seemed to slowly spread all over his body. His parents took him to a doctor, only to have this condition dismissed as a rash. But when then doctor saw that Kyle’s eyes were tinted pink, blood shot, and dilated, then he started to panic. He ran tests and a grim result came up: McConner’s Disease.
This disease was rare as it was fatal. Most about it is a mystery. Its cause, its origin, and sadly, its cure. It seemed Kyle Hannigan’s life would end when it had just began. But his parents, who loved him a lot, did not except this. They heard of a doctor-or rather a scientist-that developed a procedure to cure the disease. In fact, that doctor was the man on the other side of a window made of nearly-indestructible glass, standing next to Kyle’s parents.
His name was Dr. Terrence Manner, a brilliant man. The brown eyes behind his glasses were locked onto the scene in front of him... As were the eyes of Kyle’s parents: Steve and Nadine Hannigan.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Mrs. Hannigan asked. “And does he have to be awake for this?”
“Yeah, people are usually given sleeping drugs for surgeries.” Mr. Hannigan pointed out.
“This is no surgery. And I assure you that he must be awake and that this procedure is safe.” Dr. Manner said to comfort the two worried adults.
But even though he said it, the good doctor himself remained unsure that the procedure was as safe as he told Kyle’s parents. Yes, the procedure worked successfully on the tests using rats and rabbits... but Kyle was the first human test subject. In the room in front of the three adults, the radiation suit-clad man that stood by the monitors pressed an intercom button on the wall and his voice buzzed through a speaker on the other side of the glass.
“[We are ready to start the procedure.]” the man said. Dr. Manner pressed a button on an intercom that was on the wall in front of him.
“[Good, you may begin.]” Dr. Manner responded. The man by the control panel pressed some buttons and the surface that had Kyle attached to started to go into the cylinder. Kyle’s parents watched as their nervous-looking son disappeared into the cylinder. The opening closed. Clicking noises sounded confirming the cylinder’s closure.
“I am releasing to energy.” the control panel man said. This part of the procedure involved a series of different types of energies being released into the cylinder, in order to destroy the disease strands in Kyle. The man pressed some buttons on the control panel and a humming noise started to come from the cylinder. After a few minutes, the man at the monitors pressed the intercom.
“[Dr. Manner, the disease strands are disappearing.]” the man said. This was music to the Hannigan’s ears and they breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in weeks. Dr. Manner smiled at his success. All seemed to go well... But sadly, the next few minutes would change things for the worse.
The heat beat monitor’s rhythm suddenly picked up. The man at the monitors looked into this. He rushed to the screens to see what was going on. What he saw horrified him.
“[S-Sir, his heart beat rate just went up!]” the man said into the intercom. “[Same thing for his breathing!]” The three people on the other side of the glass started to worry.
“[Are the disease strands still breaking up?!]” Dr. Manner asked.
“[Y-Yes sir.]” the monitor man said.
“I had come this far... I can’t let it all go to waste now.” Dr. Manner thought. He pressed the intercom button. “[Keep going.]” Kyle’s parents acted in outrage when they heard this.
“What?! Are you crazy?!” Mrs. Hannigan exclaimed. “Our son is in pain!!” Dr. Manner turned to them.
“Pain perhaps... but maybe he won’t be dead.” he coldly said.
“[Sir, I really think we should stop.]” the monitor man said. “[Something’s going on!]”
“[Are the disease strands still breaking up?!]” Dr. Manner cried into the intercom.
“[Well, yeah, but-]”
“[Keep going!!]”
“[But his DNA-]”
“[I said keep going! That’s an order!]” And that’s what the solemnly men did. Kyle’s parents stared in horror at the scene before them. And Mrs. Hannigan could swear she heard yelling coming from the cylinder’s inside.
“Please stop!” Mrs. Hannigan sobbed. “I’m begging you!” Mr. Hannigan had enough. He grabbed Dr. Manner’s shirt and pulled him up to his face.
“Listen here you son of a *****, either you stop this, or so help me-” Mr Hannigan growled, only to be interrupted by the monitor man.
“[Sir, the disease strands have fully broken up!]” he said. Dr. Manner reached for the intercom button and pressed it.
“[Stop the procedure.]” He said. The monitor man signaled to the control panel-man, who pressed some buttons that stopped the humming noise. The humming noise was replaced with a vacuuming noise. Mr. Hannigan released Dr. Manner, who in turn went over to the lab door and pressed some buttons that caused it to unlock. He turned to the worried parents.
“You may see your son.” He said. The Hannigan adults ran into the lab and up to Kyle, who was unconscious and being unstrapped by the lab workers.
“Oh god, Kyle!” Mrs. Hannigan said, eyes tearing and embracing her son. “My son... My poor, sweet, little boy.” Mr. Hannigan was arguing with the not-so-good doctor.
“I don’t see what your problem is.” the doctor said. “Kyle Hannigan is cured of the McConner’s Disease.”
“Have you no heart?!” Mr. Hannigan cried. “Our son was in pain! His heart beat and breathing was off the scale! And that guy said something about Kyle’s DNA!” Something clicked in Dr. Manner’s mind.
“His DNA?” He thought to himself. When Mr. Hannigan went over to his son, Dr. Manner looked over at the monitor that displayed Kyle’s DNA. He noticed something about it. Something different... Something that had changed. A thought entered his mind: “Kyle Hannigan may have opened a new door for me.” The Hannigans were about to leave.
“Now I think we should take our son and leave.” Mr. Hannigan said darkly.
“Wait, I would like to run some tests on Kyle.” Dr. Manner said. “You know, to make sure he’s okay.”
“You have done enough.” Mr. Hannigan bitterly said.
“It is for his safety, Mr. Hannigan.” Dr Manner said just before he thought: “And my success.”
“Oh Steve... please. It is for Kyle’s sake.” Mrs. Hannigan pleaded.
“Well... okay.” Mr. Hannigan said. “For Kyle’s sake.”
And while this conversation was happening, no one noticed that the tips of Kyle Hannigan’s fingers were turning into a shade of pale blue.
Somewhere In Baltic Europe, Ten Years Ago....
Screams and cries echoed in the night. They originated from a traveling caravan group who settled in a valley for the night. They were under attack by a horrible and blood-thirsty monster. Though, these people were not entirely unarmed. They were mystics, and tried to ward off the monster with spells. Along with fires, ruined caravans, and some of the monster’s unlucky victims, sparks and flashes of bright colors erupted in the air. But despite the caravan people’s power, it was hopeless. All of them would die in this fateful attack... That is, except the little blond-haired girl running from the destruction and into the woods.
Her name was Ravanna Croith. The caravan people found and raised her when she at the age of five. She was an orphan, and lived on the streets at the time. The people of the caravan took care of her, especially their leader, Madame Zandia, who was the first to die in the attack. They also tried to teach her magic, but the little she knew could not save the people she cam to know as her family.
Ravanna ran through the woods, the cries still in hearing range. Darting through the trees, she came up to a steep slope. She tried to climb down, only to slip and rip her skirt and her right sleeve, revealing a crow tattoo on her shoulder given to her by Madame Zandia. When she stopped tumbling down the slope, she found herself in a ravine. Ravanna buried her face into her hands, fell to the ground, and started to cry.
“Oh...Oh god.” She sobbed. “Wha... What am I going t-to do?... This is all my fault... All my family... Madame Zandia... everyone... they’re going to...die.” But unbeknownst to Ravanna, she was not alone. A young, male voice spoke out to her.
“Rough night?” it said. Ravanna reacted, and looked out for the speaker, but saw no one.
“Heh...Hello?” Ravanna asked. “Is... Is someone there?”
“Yes, me.” the voice said. “I saw what happened, and I sympathize with you.”
“Who are you?.... And why can’t I see you?” Ravanna cautiously asked.
“Ah, you can’t see me because I don’t chose to be seen.” the voice said. “And as for my identity... well, let’s just say I’m a friend.”
“Are... Are you... an angel?” Ravanna asked, only to have the voice quietly chuckle in response.
“You flatter me.” the voice said. “No... I’m not an angel... But I can offer you a heaven... A
promising future... A family... And all you have to do is come with me. I will protect you. I will give you a purpose as well as a new life... So what do you say?”
Yeah... what did Ravanna say? She really didn’t have a home or family to go to. And she wasn’t really willing to go back to the streets. What else could she do?
“I...I want to go with you.” Ravanna said drying her tears and standing up. “My name is
Ravanna Croith by the way.”
“So good to meet you.” the voice said. An the next thing Ravanna knew, she was in the air! Speechless and in awe, she drifted over the landscape. She looked back to see her old life and the chaos at the caravans fading away... But she didn’t see Dr. Manner hiding behind a tree, who couldn’t help but to smile.
MIASMA Labs, Northtown, Two Years Ago....
Lynn Zimmer concentrated on her Geography homework, which was a hand drawn map of Bulgaria. Her light brown hair was tied back so she could focus on her work and her brown eyes were locked onto the paper. Lynn sat at a desk in her parent’s lab, which was filled up with machinery. Her scientist parents stood in the same room, hunched over a computer and working on a project of their own. The project was to find a new source of energy, a small, contained orb of pure nuclear energy. The energy ball was kept in a glass ball hooked up to a machine that absorbed its power. The thing about the energy ball is that it constantly and repeatedly exploded withing the glass orb. The lab staff, of course, kept great care in containing this dangerous energy source.
“Amazing, the energy orb is actually giving off pangs of power.” Mrs. Zimmer stated in awe.
“It’s good to see something resourceful and nonviolent come out of one of the world’s most dangerous weapons.” Mr. Zimmer said. “I think we did it.”
“I don’t think we did it honey.... I know we did it.” Mrs. Zimmer said smiling. But out of her joy for their success, she realized something. She was hungry. “Say, I’m kinda hungry.”
“Well, it is about lunch time.” Mr. Zimmer said, looking at his watch. “How about we head to the cafeteria and get something to eat?”
“Sounds good.” Mrs. Zimmer said as they walked towards the door. She then turned to her daughter. “Lynn, do you want to come with?”
“No thanks, I want to get this done.” Lynn said, referring to her homework.
“We’ll bring something back for you.” Mr. Zimmer said.
“Okay, thanks.” Lynn said, eyes still on her homework. Her parents left the room.
Unfortunately for Lynn, if she did go with her parents, she might have lived through what happens next. She was so focused on her homework that she did not notice that the yellow energy ball turned blood red.
Until this day, no one knows what happened to cause the incident. Could it have been a miscalculation? A flaw in the machine’s design? Some sort of small, unnoticeable power failure? One thing people know for sure. This is the day that the terrible lab accident occurred.
The Zimmer parents were down the hall when the very foundation of the building shook. They thought a small tremor had occurred until the speaker told of an explosion in Lab A-31. They gasped in horror when they realized that Lynn was in that lab! Fearing the worst and hoping that Lynn had stepped out of the room, they ran down the hall towards the lab. The architects of the building designed the labs to contain any blasts, but the lab door was blown clear off their hinges. Besides the paramedics, they were the first to arrive. The rushed into the lab, calling their daughter’s name.
The glass orb that once held the energy ball was broken apart and smoking. The Zimmer parents only saw smoldering and burnt-up furniture and machinery. Mrs. Zimmer looked down on what looked like some sort of charred log. But she let out a blood curdling scream when she realized what it truely was. Sprawled on the ground were the charred remains of Lynn Zimmer.
Well, that's it so far. Oh, and the story is called "Outcasts".
Chapter One: Three Tragedies
Centeropolis Science Building, Twelve Years Ago....
The heart monitor beeped in a relaxed rhythm. The room contained the latest forms of medical technology. In the center sat a huge, chrome, metal cylinder lying on its side that had an opening and a small platform that slides into its inside. It looked like the machine used for CAT scans, only its opening was designed to close. Two men stood in the room, wearing white radiation suits. One stood at a panel of controls by the cylinder, while the other was by some monitors placed on the wall. These monitors displayed things such as heart beat rate and breathing rate. There was another person in this room, but he did not wear a radiation suit. Instead, he was strapped onto the platform of the cylinder, his feet pointing into its opening. He was a teenage boy with short black hair and hazel eyes.
His name was Kyle Hannigan. And he was both a patient and-as cruel as it sounds-a test subject. You see, a few months after his thirteenth birthday, Kyle started to feel weak. Things got worse from that. Red blotches appeared on his arm and seemed to slowly spread all over his body. His parents took him to a doctor, only to have this condition dismissed as a rash. But when then doctor saw that Kyle’s eyes were tinted pink, blood shot, and dilated, then he started to panic. He ran tests and a grim result came up: McConner’s Disease.
This disease was rare as it was fatal. Most about it is a mystery. Its cause, its origin, and sadly, its cure. It seemed Kyle Hannigan’s life would end when it had just began. But his parents, who loved him a lot, did not except this. They heard of a doctor-or rather a scientist-that developed a procedure to cure the disease. In fact, that doctor was the man on the other side of a window made of nearly-indestructible glass, standing next to Kyle’s parents.
His name was Dr. Terrence Manner, a brilliant man. The brown eyes behind his glasses were locked onto the scene in front of him... As were the eyes of Kyle’s parents: Steve and Nadine Hannigan.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Mrs. Hannigan asked. “And does he have to be awake for this?”
“Yeah, people are usually given sleeping drugs for surgeries.” Mr. Hannigan pointed out.
“This is no surgery. And I assure you that he must be awake and that this procedure is safe.” Dr. Manner said to comfort the two worried adults.
But even though he said it, the good doctor himself remained unsure that the procedure was as safe as he told Kyle’s parents. Yes, the procedure worked successfully on the tests using rats and rabbits... but Kyle was the first human test subject. In the room in front of the three adults, the radiation suit-clad man that stood by the monitors pressed an intercom button on the wall and his voice buzzed through a speaker on the other side of the glass.
“[We are ready to start the procedure.]” the man said. Dr. Manner pressed a button on an intercom that was on the wall in front of him.
“[Good, you may begin.]” Dr. Manner responded. The man by the control panel pressed some buttons and the surface that had Kyle attached to started to go into the cylinder. Kyle’s parents watched as their nervous-looking son disappeared into the cylinder. The opening closed. Clicking noises sounded confirming the cylinder’s closure.
“I am releasing to energy.” the control panel man said. This part of the procedure involved a series of different types of energies being released into the cylinder, in order to destroy the disease strands in Kyle. The man pressed some buttons on the control panel and a humming noise started to come from the cylinder. After a few minutes, the man at the monitors pressed the intercom.
“[Dr. Manner, the disease strands are disappearing.]” the man said. This was music to the Hannigan’s ears and they breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in weeks. Dr. Manner smiled at his success. All seemed to go well... But sadly, the next few minutes would change things for the worse.
The heat beat monitor’s rhythm suddenly picked up. The man at the monitors looked into this. He rushed to the screens to see what was going on. What he saw horrified him.
“[S-Sir, his heart beat rate just went up!]” the man said into the intercom. “[Same thing for his breathing!]” The three people on the other side of the glass started to worry.
“[Are the disease strands still breaking up?!]” Dr. Manner asked.
“[Y-Yes sir.]” the monitor man said.
“I had come this far... I can’t let it all go to waste now.” Dr. Manner thought. He pressed the intercom button. “[Keep going.]” Kyle’s parents acted in outrage when they heard this.
“What?! Are you crazy?!” Mrs. Hannigan exclaimed. “Our son is in pain!!” Dr. Manner turned to them.
“Pain perhaps... but maybe he won’t be dead.” he coldly said.
“[Sir, I really think we should stop.]” the monitor man said. “[Something’s going on!]”
“[Are the disease strands still breaking up?!]” Dr. Manner cried into the intercom.
“[Well, yeah, but-]”
“[Keep going!!]”
“[But his DNA-]”
“[I said keep going! That’s an order!]” And that’s what the solemnly men did. Kyle’s parents stared in horror at the scene before them. And Mrs. Hannigan could swear she heard yelling coming from the cylinder’s inside.
“Please stop!” Mrs. Hannigan sobbed. “I’m begging you!” Mr. Hannigan had enough. He grabbed Dr. Manner’s shirt and pulled him up to his face.
“Listen here you son of a *****, either you stop this, or so help me-” Mr Hannigan growled, only to be interrupted by the monitor man.
“[Sir, the disease strands have fully broken up!]” he said. Dr. Manner reached for the intercom button and pressed it.
“[Stop the procedure.]” He said. The monitor man signaled to the control panel-man, who pressed some buttons that stopped the humming noise. The humming noise was replaced with a vacuuming noise. Mr. Hannigan released Dr. Manner, who in turn went over to the lab door and pressed some buttons that caused it to unlock. He turned to the worried parents.
“You may see your son.” He said. The Hannigan adults ran into the lab and up to Kyle, who was unconscious and being unstrapped by the lab workers.
“Oh god, Kyle!” Mrs. Hannigan said, eyes tearing and embracing her son. “My son... My poor, sweet, little boy.” Mr. Hannigan was arguing with the not-so-good doctor.
“I don’t see what your problem is.” the doctor said. “Kyle Hannigan is cured of the McConner’s Disease.”
“Have you no heart?!” Mr. Hannigan cried. “Our son was in pain! His heart beat and breathing was off the scale! And that guy said something about Kyle’s DNA!” Something clicked in Dr. Manner’s mind.
“His DNA?” He thought to himself. When Mr. Hannigan went over to his son, Dr. Manner looked over at the monitor that displayed Kyle’s DNA. He noticed something about it. Something different... Something that had changed. A thought entered his mind: “Kyle Hannigan may have opened a new door for me.” The Hannigans were about to leave.
“Now I think we should take our son and leave.” Mr. Hannigan said darkly.
“Wait, I would like to run some tests on Kyle.” Dr. Manner said. “You know, to make sure he’s okay.”
“You have done enough.” Mr. Hannigan bitterly said.
“It is for his safety, Mr. Hannigan.” Dr Manner said just before he thought: “And my success.”
“Oh Steve... please. It is for Kyle’s sake.” Mrs. Hannigan pleaded.
“Well... okay.” Mr. Hannigan said. “For Kyle’s sake.”
And while this conversation was happening, no one noticed that the tips of Kyle Hannigan’s fingers were turning into a shade of pale blue.
Somewhere In Baltic Europe, Ten Years Ago....
Screams and cries echoed in the night. They originated from a traveling caravan group who settled in a valley for the night. They were under attack by a horrible and blood-thirsty monster. Though, these people were not entirely unarmed. They were mystics, and tried to ward off the monster with spells. Along with fires, ruined caravans, and some of the monster’s unlucky victims, sparks and flashes of bright colors erupted in the air. But despite the caravan people’s power, it was hopeless. All of them would die in this fateful attack... That is, except the little blond-haired girl running from the destruction and into the woods.
Her name was Ravanna Croith. The caravan people found and raised her when she at the age of five. She was an orphan, and lived on the streets at the time. The people of the caravan took care of her, especially their leader, Madame Zandia, who was the first to die in the attack. They also tried to teach her magic, but the little she knew could not save the people she cam to know as her family.
Ravanna ran through the woods, the cries still in hearing range. Darting through the trees, she came up to a steep slope. She tried to climb down, only to slip and rip her skirt and her right sleeve, revealing a crow tattoo on her shoulder given to her by Madame Zandia. When she stopped tumbling down the slope, she found herself in a ravine. Ravanna buried her face into her hands, fell to the ground, and started to cry.
“Oh...Oh god.” She sobbed. “Wha... What am I going t-to do?... This is all my fault... All my family... Madame Zandia... everyone... they’re going to...die.” But unbeknownst to Ravanna, she was not alone. A young, male voice spoke out to her.
“Rough night?” it said. Ravanna reacted, and looked out for the speaker, but saw no one.
“Heh...Hello?” Ravanna asked. “Is... Is someone there?”
“Yes, me.” the voice said. “I saw what happened, and I sympathize with you.”
“Who are you?.... And why can’t I see you?” Ravanna cautiously asked.
“Ah, you can’t see me because I don’t chose to be seen.” the voice said. “And as for my identity... well, let’s just say I’m a friend.”
“Are... Are you... an angel?” Ravanna asked, only to have the voice quietly chuckle in response.
“You flatter me.” the voice said. “No... I’m not an angel... But I can offer you a heaven... A
promising future... A family... And all you have to do is come with me. I will protect you. I will give you a purpose as well as a new life... So what do you say?”
Yeah... what did Ravanna say? She really didn’t have a home or family to go to. And she wasn’t really willing to go back to the streets. What else could she do?
“I...I want to go with you.” Ravanna said drying her tears and standing up. “My name is
Ravanna Croith by the way.”
“So good to meet you.” the voice said. An the next thing Ravanna knew, she was in the air! Speechless and in awe, she drifted over the landscape. She looked back to see her old life and the chaos at the caravans fading away... But she didn’t see Dr. Manner hiding behind a tree, who couldn’t help but to smile.
MIASMA Labs, Northtown, Two Years Ago....
Lynn Zimmer concentrated on her Geography homework, which was a hand drawn map of Bulgaria. Her light brown hair was tied back so she could focus on her work and her brown eyes were locked onto the paper. Lynn sat at a desk in her parent’s lab, which was filled up with machinery. Her scientist parents stood in the same room, hunched over a computer and working on a project of their own. The project was to find a new source of energy, a small, contained orb of pure nuclear energy. The energy ball was kept in a glass ball hooked up to a machine that absorbed its power. The thing about the energy ball is that it constantly and repeatedly exploded withing the glass orb. The lab staff, of course, kept great care in containing this dangerous energy source.
“Amazing, the energy orb is actually giving off pangs of power.” Mrs. Zimmer stated in awe.
“It’s good to see something resourceful and nonviolent come out of one of the world’s most dangerous weapons.” Mr. Zimmer said. “I think we did it.”
“I don’t think we did it honey.... I know we did it.” Mrs. Zimmer said smiling. But out of her joy for their success, she realized something. She was hungry. “Say, I’m kinda hungry.”
“Well, it is about lunch time.” Mr. Zimmer said, looking at his watch. “How about we head to the cafeteria and get something to eat?”
“Sounds good.” Mrs. Zimmer said as they walked towards the door. She then turned to her daughter. “Lynn, do you want to come with?”
“No thanks, I want to get this done.” Lynn said, referring to her homework.
“We’ll bring something back for you.” Mr. Zimmer said.
“Okay, thanks.” Lynn said, eyes still on her homework. Her parents left the room.
Unfortunately for Lynn, if she did go with her parents, she might have lived through what happens next. She was so focused on her homework that she did not notice that the yellow energy ball turned blood red.
Until this day, no one knows what happened to cause the incident. Could it have been a miscalculation? A flaw in the machine’s design? Some sort of small, unnoticeable power failure? One thing people know for sure. This is the day that the terrible lab accident occurred.
The Zimmer parents were down the hall when the very foundation of the building shook. They thought a small tremor had occurred until the speaker told of an explosion in Lab A-31. They gasped in horror when they realized that Lynn was in that lab! Fearing the worst and hoping that Lynn had stepped out of the room, they ran down the hall towards the lab. The architects of the building designed the labs to contain any blasts, but the lab door was blown clear off their hinges. Besides the paramedics, they were the first to arrive. The rushed into the lab, calling their daughter’s name.
The glass orb that once held the energy ball was broken apart and smoking. The Zimmer parents only saw smoldering and burnt-up furniture and machinery. Mrs. Zimmer looked down on what looked like some sort of charred log. But she let out a blood curdling scream when she realized what it truely was. Sprawled on the ground were the charred remains of Lynn Zimmer.
Well, that's it so far. Oh, and the story is called "Outcasts".
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