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Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving	By : ElliotMacy Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So Many Willing Test Subjects
Caustic’s Point of View
Dr. Mikhail Caustic stepped out of the transport ship and onto the soil of Kings Canyon. It had been the first time he had seen the light of day without having to constantly look over his shoulder. With his newfound freedom he traveled to this planet to conduct his experiments and to observe others. He was a man of Science of course. Apex made him offer to join the battle royale.
As a previous resident of Gaea, Dr. Caustic was restricted on what he was allowed to do in the lab. With the treaty set in place, Solace was one of the many places that The Syndicate had complete authority over. Now here he was in Kings Canyon, a Legend, and a resident of Solace; Dr. Caustic was free to do as he pleased.
The match would start in about an hour. This gave him time to look over the terrain and pick the best place to set up. He would need to find the optimal place to setup. Somewhere dark would do. The element of surprise always seemed to work in his favor. He would soon meet his teammates, not that he needed them; they would just get in the way.
In the arena he was now known as Caustic. The Syndicate had agreed to keep his true identity a secret since he was presumed dead for performing unwholesome experiments. ARN0-225P-ER9 was his identification number in his home world of Gaea; he would never forget that number. Humbert Labs was burnt down and he was pronounced dead in that same fire, which diverted any suspicion of his crimes. That was until Detective Victor Maldera was on the case. Maldera made it his life mission to find him.
Dr. Franklin Humbert made his intentions clear that he had wanted to turn ARN0-225P-ER9 in for his experiments and must have somehow alerted the authorities before everything went up in flames. Dr. Caustic may have lost some fingers and his real name in the process but at least he was still alive. He managed to evade Maldera’s feeble attempts to catch him and now that he was on Solace he was free; as free as he was going to be.
Dr. Caustic coughed as he contemplated if he even needed teammates, he often worked better alone. “Do I really need teammates? What purpose do they serve?” He really didn’t care to have them but he would obey the rules in the name of research. The only purpose he could find in having teammate was that they added to his experimentation. He gave the arena a once over to find the optimal location to conduct his experiments and to lay his grizzly traps.
When he came across Bunker he knew it would be the best place to set up. “This area should prove beneficial.” Bunker was dimly lit and had plenty of corners to his hide traps. There were only two points of entry to maintain. The long corridor of stairs would prove useful to maintain high ground. He rubbed his round belly and laughed, which ultimately turned into a coughing fit.
Before he could make preparations he would have to wait for the match to actually begin. Unfortunately some of his abilities were disabled until the match actually began. This minor detail as holding him back from setting up his traps. The countdown timer had started it's declined. He put on his communication devices, or comms device, and waited for a communication link to be established with his teammates. The link became active as soon once the countdown time signaled the start of the game.
The timer finally hot zero. Caustic sent his location to his other two teammates, via ping, and got to work. He began to lace Bunker with his Nox Gas Traps while his teammates landed. Caustic looted inside Bunker while he set up. He found a feasible collection of weapons and ammunition. He picked up a peacekeeper and an RE45. He put on level one armor and picked up syringes and shields cells.
He heard the Bunker door open and raised his peacekeeper. The doors promptly closed and his traps remained intact. He holstered his gun as he stood at the top of the stairs. He watched as Gibraltar and Bloodhound entered is maze of traps. They had appeared to have already looted. Caustic knew of Gibraltar and Bloodhound, although he really did not pay much attention to the televised event; he was far too busy for such nonsense.
He did not bother with any formalities such as introducing himself or even saying hello; he did not say a single word to his teammates. He didn’t even offer them a smile, though they wouldn’t have been able to see it from underneath his gas mask. His teammates both introduced themselves but he lacked the interest to care, which showed all over his smug face. His brown eyes lacked any empathy or concern; he simply did not care what they had to say to him.
Caustic observed his teammates for a moment, trying to gage their habits and behaviors. It appeared that Bloodhound was carrying a Triple Take and a Wingman. He looked over at Gibraltar, who was carrying a G7 and an R45. He sneered at their choice in weapons and made sure that his traps were in the optimal position. Bloodhound knew the other team would be there soon. Bloodhound also knew that Bangalore would be leading the brigade to the backside of Bunker’s entrance. Bloodhound shared this information with their team.
Bloodhound, Caustic, and Gibraltar waited at the top of the stairs for the other team to arrive. The backside of Bunker opened up to an L shaped hallway that led to a hallway and then the stairwell. Bloodhound knew that they had the best position where they were because if they needed to battle or retreat they could use the rooms on either side of the hallway for cover; they could also make a run for the stairs and out the front entrance. Caustic stood very still, which made Gibraltar kind of uneasy.
Gibraltar and Bloodhound readied their weapons as they heard the back doors of Bunker open. The doors were loud and made a grinding noise anytime they were opened or closed. In fact, the doors were so loud that could sometimes be heard from hundreds of meters away. Caustic continued to just stand in place to observe the actions of his teammates and eventually the enemy team.
Besides Bangalore dropping to the ground and the doors closing, Caustic didn’t hear much else. His eyebrows scrunched together and boisterous laugh bellowed from his gut. Death would soon beset the enemy team; it was only a matter of time. He continued to observe the behavior of his teammates as an enemy went down. He watched as Gibraltar and Bloodhound tussled around like children in the gas. There was now even less communication between the team as Bloodhound and Gibraltar weren’t even speaking to one another.
As the gas began to clear, Caustic could hear the grinding of the doors as they opened again. He then heard something that could only be described as a loud tearing or ripping noise. Caustic watched as Gibraltar hustled towards the noise, “Portal!” Bloodhound was right behind Gibraltar, both of them had their weapons drawn. Caustic slowly followed behind; sometimes experimentation took time.
As Caustic rounded the corner he saw that the enemies were gone and both his teammates we on fire from a thermite. Bright flames danced on the floor and up the sides of the walls. He squinted at the unnaturally bright light as it quickly engulfed his teammates. He shook his head as he watched Gibraltar enter the portal and then shortly after Bloodhound followed. Caustic merely waited for the flames to die down before he would take any further action. He examined the dark blue portal from a distance, “Hmmmm.”
Caustic waited just a bit longer until his ultimate ability was almost ready. His HUD indicated his team was down; the yelling through his comms device from his teammates also indicated that they were down. The first teammate down was Gibraltar and then Bloodhound. Shortly after his HUD indicated that his teammates were both being executed simultaneously. He was now ready to make his grand entrance. He entered the portal right before it began to close from existence.
On the other side of the portal he was greeted by the unfriendly faces of Bangalore and Wraith. He glanced over at Lifeline in the distance. He shook his head and immediately threw out his Nox Gas Grenade. The bomb went off with a long, loud beep and emitted a greenish-yellow cloud of gas that covered the majority of the area. The gas cloud swept through and swallowed the enemy team. He laughed and clenched his fists as the enemy team all began to choke and gasp for air. “My vision is clear!”
With his glowing yellow eyes he could see all of them through his gas with his Nox Vision. Caustic watched as Bangalore stood before him. The leader of the enemy team shot rounds of bullets in his direction but continued to miss because she couldn’t see him. It was invigorating to watch someone so helpless right before they perished. “Too easy.”
Caustic removed his holstered RE45 and aimed the automatic pistol at Bangalore. He emptied a clip into her and knocked her shields before reloading. His gas did the rest of the work, forcing her body to the ground. She held out her knockdown shield and yelled something that he quickly disregarded. “Don’t worry. It will all be over soon.” He smiled through his gas mask as he walked away.
Dirt crunched beneath his boots as he hunted for his next victim. Lifeline was slowly getting further away but Wraith was right there, only a few meters from him. He could only laugh at the deterioration of her health from his grenade while he remained unaffected. He fully intended to let her suffocate to death but she began to shoot at him. The first and second shot nearly hit him. He barely unloaded his RE45 into her before his gas finished her just as he anticipated it would. Down she went, holding out her knockdown shield just as her teammate did.
He knew the gas from his grenade would be dissipating soon. He needed to find the combat medic before she had a chance to heal. It wasn’t hard to sport her through his gas. He wasn’t surprised that she had somehow managed to claw her way out of his confines, after all that’s what she was trained to do. As he approached her bullets flew in his direction. As the onslaught of bullets cased his armor was shattered.
Caustic had already holstered his RE45 and now had his Peacekeeper out as he approached. It was peculiar to him that she was crouched on the ground and that she had abandoned her assault rifle. He aimed the Peacekeeper at her just as began as a barrage of bullets flew out from her SMG. A small laugh escaped him as he heard her armor bust in one burst from his gun. He observed the pain in her eyes. For a split second he wondered if she was really in pain or she was just afraid to lose the match.
A split second thought was all it took for him to feel the last bullet hit him. There was no bright, white light. There was rush of memories. There was no flash black of life. There was no suffering. There was no pain. There was no regret. There was just nothingness. In fact he didn’t even know what had happened after the last bullet hit him. He wondered what he looked like or how it felt but he just couldn’t remember.
Anger swirled in his eyes when he finally opened them. He was back in the transport ship and it wasn’t even the same one that he travel in previously. He was in the same transport ship as all of the other Legends. He sat there in silence just as everyone else did. He waited for them to say something to him but no one would even approach him. Dr. Caustic preferred if everyone just left him alone anyway. He didn’t have time for meaningless conversations.
He peered over at Ajay, who sat quietly with her head down. The one thing that he did remember was the pain in her eyes. He now knew that it wasn’t fear that clouded her eyes it was actual pain. He knew that his experiment was working. He would keep an eye on her in the days to follow just to make sure. If he could find a way to introduce real pain in the arena then he would be a god.
Dr. Caustic tipped his head down and closed his eyes. He didn’t want stare too long and have someone ask him questions. He needed to get back to his place and get some rest. His body ached, not from the match but from the disease that infested his cells. There was no cure. There was only suffering but if he had to suffer then so would everyone else.
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