|Not a Game Anymore
Author: Demon Spartan PM
When a teen is taken from his hellish life and thrown into the Mass Effect universe, he'll need to aquire new skills along with his knowledge of the game to stay alive. Problem is...its no longer a game. Shep/Tali OC/JackRated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 38 - Words: 81,882 - Reviews: 139 - Favs: 111 - Follows: 47 - Updated: 08-09-10 - Published: 07-11-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6131317
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A/N: I don't own Mass Effect
Old Life, New Adventure
Chase Walker stumbled through his bedroom door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it. Downstairs he heard his drunk of a father smashing everything he got his hands on, Chase put a hand over his swollen left eye being one of the things in the way when he got home from school. Throwing his school bag into the corner of the room, he sat on the bed and started up his Xbox 360. His favorite game Mass Effect 2 starting up.
At 18 years old, Chase was a very bright kid dispite his upbringing. He got straight As, and was very effective in computer mechanics and engineering. Hoping to go to college at MIT once he graduated. Chase stood at 6'2'', with a strong build like a football player. His dark blonde hair made his jade colored eyes stand out. Most people would think that someone like Chase would have a good life, those people were wrong. When he started high school his mom left because his father was abusive. This left Mr. Walker to focus his drunken rage on his only son.
He was beaten daily, except for the nights his father was passed out when he got home. He bought the lock for his door to keep the bastard out. Everytime he was beaten the older man would say how much he hated him, or how he thought he was better than him. Chase hated the man with a passion and wanted nothing more than to be rid of him forever.
The game started and Chase started playing with the default Shepard that was provided. He loved the game. The storyline, the characters, the wonderous worlds and cities you could explore, and of course the ability to save the very universe from the Reapers. He was currently playing the Collector's ship mission and was really getting into it.
He made the realization of how much easier life would be, to help Shepard and his crew save the universe while fighting mercs, the Collectors, and eventually the Reapers.
Chase was drawn out of his musings when a loud banging sounded from his door, "Come out here you little fucker!" Chase gnashed his teeth in anger. "Fuck off!" he shouted back. The banging got louder, "You better get out here you worthless piece of shit, before I kick the fucking door in and snap your neck!" The young man paused his game and took a deep breath, "I want a better life. I want to make a difference." he said to the empty room. "Maybe you can son."
The screen of the tv blurred out before an image formed showing a middle-aged man sitting in a chair smoking a cigerette, what looked like a dying star illuminated the backgrounf behind him. Chases eyes practically popped out of his head, "T-The Illusive Man?" he whispered outloud. The man took a long drag on his cancer stick and smirked, "The one and only. Now I'm sure your guessing why this is happening." Chase nodded dumbly. "Well I'll be needing your help, Chase Walker. You see, I have a chance to make your little wish come true...but it comes at a price."
"What is it?" Chase asked without a second thought. Willing to take anything to get out of this hell. "I'll bring you into my world. But in exchange I'll need you to become part of Shepard's crew when the time comes. When you arrive, I'll have just barely aquired Commander Shepard's body for the Lazaris Project. That will give you two years to get trained, weaponized, and make a reputation big enough to attract his attention for your recruitment. You think you can handle that son?" Chase thought it over. An opprotunity to go where he can start over, and do everything most gamers dreamed about.
Chase looked at the Illusive Man sturnly, "I'll do it." The man gave a smirk, "Glad to hear. You got 5 minutes to collect anything you might want to take with you. When the times up stand infront of the screen." The image vanished and in its place was a countdown timer starting at 5:00. Chase bolted and grabbed a large duffel bag and started stuffing it with clothes and his valuable objects; his Ipod, a photo album with just pictures of himself his mom and his grandparents, all of his favorite books from his desk, several sketch pads with pens, his new electric guitar he bought last week, and finally, he pulled a cross out of his nightstand which was gold and studded with rubies and emeralds. A gift given to him from his grandmother before she died.
He sealed the overflowed bag and set it infront of the tv seeing that the timer said 2:13. He heard his door get pounded again followed by his father's drunken yells. A sadistic smirk appeared on his face, he had time left. Stepping to the door, he unlocked it and yanked it open startling the drunk man on the other side. "So, you finally ready to take your punishment?" the man asked, half an empty beer bottle in his hand.
Chase smirked. His fist connected hard against the man's face sending him crashing into the wall. "Fuck you, you worthless waste of space. You know why mom left! It was because of a drunk, self-centered, fuck nut like you!" Chase scooped up the dropped beer bottle and stood over his now surprised father. "Now, not only did you lose mom because of your ways. But you lost me too. Have a happy life fucker!" He smashed the bottle against the man's head knocking him out cold.
Having his unfinished business taken care of, Chase ran back into the room just as the counter was finishing. 0:04...0:03...0:02...0:01...When the counter finished, a large beam of green light shot out of the tv. Chase grabbed his bag when his body was enveloped in the green light and the 18 year old vanished from what he once knew as reality.
A/N: I came up with this during physical therapy after the accident. Review and tell me what you think.