Note: These events immediately follow Chapter 15 of Deus Ex's
My ATS Story
The sting of another slap to my face got my attention as I hung by my wrists, chained to the wall. I couldnít remember how long Iíd been there, how
much pain Iíd endured, but my body felt like mush. I could barely breathe, as each inhalation sent a new kind of agony through my horribly broken
ribs. I could barely hold my head up enough to see what was going on by this point, and I wasnít sure that I wanted to.
Four men dressed like Nazi SS stood before me, with their sadistic grins and incessant chatter mocking me in my weakened state. I strained to see
beyond them, across the blood-spattered room to the solid metal door. Something about the door seemed familiar but I couldnít place it, like a faded
memory or a sense of dťjŗ vu perhaps.
One of the men barked out an order to the others, but since I donít speak German, I had no clue what it was. I braced for the worst.
But they turned their attention from me, laughing as the door swung open. From the pitch-black emptiness outside the confines of my cell, a
raven-haired woman was thrown in. She stumbled to the ground, unable to keep her footing on the blood-slicked concrete floor and sliding to a stop in
front of me on her hands and knees.
One of the men kicked her in the stomach as she was sprawled on all fours, flipping her onto her back as her head bounced off the cold cement. I
winced, feeling her pain shoot through my head as they took turns beating her. She was treated like an unfeeling object, with the men alternately
beating and groping her. The laughter never stopped for them.
I felt helpless as my rage boiled up within me. Her cries for help and whimpers of pain echoed around the cold, barren room, sounds that drove a
dagger through my heart. All I wanted was to let loose on these sadistic bastards, but the chains held against my weakened muscles. Even all the
adrenaline flowing through my veins wasnít enough to break loose of the steel links that had me bound to the wall.
Her clothing was tattered and torn, with several of her joints disturbingly misdirected. Her screams turned to sobs as they took turns raping her, all
as I struggled against my bonds.
All my anger, all my frustrations built up within me, as I struggled in vain to break free.
It never seemed to end. After what seemed like hours, everything in the room was spattered with her blood, including me. The stench of blood and death
was like a slaughterhouse, which certainly seemed fitting in this case. It was nauseating and only served to fuel my rage.
The one who seemed to be the leader pulled her to her feet once more, her hair matted down with blood and sweat. Pulling her up in front of himself,
he faced her to me, pulling back her hair to reveal the fragile, damaged beauty of the witch whoíd named me The Demon Hunter.
And then with a smile, he snapped her neck.
A scream shook me to the core of my being, and I sprang forward, growling like an animal as I let loose the animal in my soul. The chains wouldnít
stop me this time. Nothing would stop me from taking vengeance. Nothing would stop me from avenging my beloved Witch. I hit the ground ready for a
fight, ignoring the pain and the wounds Iíd suffered.
But the floor I hit on all fours was back in my quarters. I was in the bunker. It had just been another nightmare. Just another nightmare.
I pulled back my rage, slowing my breathing and my heart, trying to gain control over my body once more. My ribs and legs were sore, along with my
right shoulder, but I knew these were just the leftover pains from tumbling down an embankment without a seatbelt. I slowly rose to my feet and eased
back to sit on the edge of the bed once more, my head in my hands.
A knock at the door jarred me back to reality. I pulled on my sweatpants as the door opened.
ďYeah, whatís up?Ē I looked to the door but couldnít put a name to the face in front of me. She looked familiar, but in my state of mind, nothing was
quite right just yet.
ďDHÖ. You need to get out here. Deusís patrol is back again and uhÖ.Ē Parrhesia let out a long sigh and slowly shook her head, trying to find the
right words. ďWell you need to see this for yourself.Ē
ďWhy do I get the feeling this isnít going to be good?Ē I asked, pulling on a red t-shirt as I followed her out the door, almost running into
ďDH, am I glad to see youíre up and around.Ē he said. ďYou really need to look at whatís going on.Ē
ďYeah, so Iíve heard. Tell me what I donít want to know on our way up toÖĒ
Parrhesia cut me off. ďThe problem is downstairs, not upstairs. Deus and his squad have all been down the infirmaryÖ. including two more
ď#. Letís find out what happened.Ē
The three of us descended the silo stairs to the makeshift infirmary.
Iíd never intended to have to keep the infirmary fully staffed and supplied, but luckily Iíd paid attention to Deathís warnings when we planned out
the bunker during his visit, back before the world went to hell. ďEven Special Forces get hurt sometimes,Ē heíd pointed out. Since he was the only one
of us to actually go that route, I had to admire the fact that he admitted they got hurt. It was a far cry from the old belief that we were all
immortal or something. I guess Iíd always taken it for granted that nobody would get seriously hurt, just like weíd been so lucky in all of our
ďoperationsĒ as the Four Horsemen.
Iíd long since stopped believing that naive little theory though. Past history has no influence on current events, Iíd found. I guess Iíd always known
that to be true, but weíd defied the odds so many times that it didnít really sink in as reality. My reality check came when not everyone Iíd invited
made it to the bunker.
As I stepped through the infirmary door, I looked around at the wounded laid out on cots around the room. ďDamn, you guys look like you had a private
search party for Mad Cows or something.Ē Looking back, that didnít come out nearly as funny as my incoherent mind thought it was at the time. Looking
around, I quickly asked, ďUmÖ. whereís Deus?Ē
Saucerat spoke up, ďParrhesia sent him off to clean up so she could redress the old wounds.Ē
Seeing Saucerat wasnít too badly hurt, I walked over to him and took a seat on his cot. ďWhat happened out there, Sauce? I heard it got pretty
ďNothing we couldnít handle, DH, but I think this place is less of a secret than you thought. If it wasnít for Deus, we might be facing a lot more
trouble though. He was amazing.Ē Saucerat related the story of how Deus charged the three corporate soldiers on his own, sending two of them to their
untimely demise the old-fashioned way Ė with his sword. ďHe was amazing out there. If anyone wasnít convinced before that he was the real thing, that
should explain why weíll follow him anywhere he leads.Ē
Lysergic interjected, ďYeah but we need to be more conservative to keep our people alive. If everyone goes off half-crazy like that we wonít have
anyone to go on patrol.Ē
Gothique was the next to sound off. ďI donít see you out there leading patrols Lysergic. Itís easy to say how we should react when youíre not out
ďThatís enough out of all of you.Ē With a stern look, I reminded them, ďSave that anger you have for our real enemies -- those corporate goons. Now
thatís the last I want to hear this, boys and girls. Is that understood?Ē
They all reluctantly nodded in silence.
I turned and walked out of the infirmary, followed by Lysergic.
ďDH, you know that we canít just let themÖĒ
ďLook man,Ē I interrupted, ďI donít think they should be out there throwing themselves into the line of fire either, but this is not going to be
turned into a situation where theyíre made to think that their work is unappreciated. Thereís a way to go about this.Ē
I stopped on the stairs, taking a deep breath as I looked back down at Lysergic. ďWe can discuss their tactics with them when theyíre not in the
process of being sewn up. For now, we just keep an eye on things to see how they react.Ē
With that, I turned and went back up the stairs, trying to ignore how fuzzy my vision seemed to be.
[Edited on 2/27/2004 by TheDemonHunter]
[Edited on 2/27/2004 by TheDemonHunter]