A/N: Hello everyone! To anyone who is wondering why I'm starting another story when I haven't updated any of my others in months...I'm sorry. I couldn't get this to go away. I had to write it. Anyway, the next chapter to An Unexpected Love is at least half way finished, so it should be up within the week.
Also, this story will be a part of my Dark World series that I am working on. It starts out on the same apocalyptic earth as Broken does. However, I have decided that in some way, shape or form, the characters that come from Earth may know one or two characters seen in later works. They still will not bear on each other plot wise, but there will be some connections. I am changing the dates of the stories as well. The reason is I realized I probably won't finish all the stories set for this series before 2012. Just a slight miscalculation on my part. :(
Anyway, hope you all enjoy and happy reading!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, I'd be having fun with Riddick right now instead of writing this ;) However, I do own Sasha and any other Ocs throughout.
In the 2038, scientists made an amazing discovery. With a little luck, pure genius and government funding, the very first dimensional portal was created, giving access to brand new worlds. However, these worlds belonged to the imagination of the human mind. Every story ever told could be found, one simply had to open the right door. For scientists and leaders around the world, the possibilities were endless.
Then, the war began.
It eventually came to be known as World War III, the war to end all wars. And as Earth became engulfed by bloodshed, mankind's days were numbered. Realizing there was nothing to be done about humanity's downward spiral into oblivion, the rich and powerful thought it best to leave, using the portals to find new worlds in which to call home. Eventually, anyone who could garner enough money for transport left Earth for the world of "make believe." After all, what else was there to do?
However, during one transport something went horribly wrong. The portal malfunctioned, collapsing upon itself before breaking into millions of tiny fragments which scattered across the globe. These fragments would eventually mature and became larger portals. They could lie dormant for years, then suddenly activate, taking the closest living thing next to it into another world, for better or worse.
Now what remained of humanity lay in fear. Fear for what would await them in the coming morning, for what might come bumping in the night. They feared death. They feared life. But most of all, they feared the portals, "wormholes." After all, who knew what world they might be spit out in? It could always be worse.
Then again, what could possibly be worse than living in Hell?
August 23, 2051
She was running for her life.
Not that this was an unusual occurrence, but Sasha Evans had to admit she was just a little tired of so much running. After all, it's what she'd been doing most of her life. First, she'd been dragged along with her older sister Natalia as her parents tried to out run the cops, both wanted criminals. After her parents' capture, she had to run with her sister, trying to stay out of the system. Then, when the riots had broken out across the globe, they'd run to stay alive from the all consuming chaos, which spread like a wildfire.
Eventually, the war started. And when Sasha learned of Natalia's death, she stopped running. She entered the government's war unit, became a science experiment, a solider and killed hundreds of people. She learned what it meant to annihilate the human part of one's soul, to not feel remorse when the time came to take a life. But in a world of blood and war, there wasn't any room for such feelings. They only got in the way.
Now, she was running again, only this time she was running to escape certain death. Sasha had received word from her superiors in the government remnants that the Russian mob boss Anton Romanov was preparing to make a large weapons transaction with their enemies, the RFD, Rebels Fighting Death. His plan was to give the weapons over to the rebels' leader Joshua Levitt in two days time, in exchange for $3.5 million. Sasha's orders were to scope out the area and bring back the Intel so the tacticians could come up with a plan for ambush.
Only her cover had been blown twenty minutes into the operation, which explained why she as currently fleeing.
A bullet rang out, the sound whizzing past her head and redirecting Sasha's attention as more gun fire rained down upon her. "Shit!"
She dived for cover, using a pile of crates as a shield while she tried to come up with a solution. There was no way out. All of the exits were currently blocked, Romanov's henchmen were closing in and her ammo supply was getting low. The odds were not in her favor. There was nothing she could do, except take out as many of the lackeys as she could before they took her out.
"And what about praying? Do you not pray to God when you have lost all hope?"
Sasha snorted. That old man must have been senile if he honestly thought she still had faith in the Almighty. Any time she had, her "faith" had rewarded her with another crippling blow. What was the point anyway?
There is none. Sasha closed her eyes, thinking desperately.
"Oh girlie! Vhy don't ya come out ta play?" A man's thickly accented voice taunted. "I know the boys are just dying to see ya."
Sasha's eyes snapped open, her body tensing as she recognized the voice. Ivan Rodski, the son of a bitch who'd ratted her out. If she ever got her hands on him he'd be learning a new meaning for the word pain. Trying to sound nonchalant, Sasha replied, "Really? Well, so sorry to disappoint you boys, but I'm just not in the mood."
Ivan chuckled at that. "Sorry my-ah sladkaya, but ya gonna have ta come out sometime. Vhy bother delaying the inevitable?"
"Maybe I get off on all the adrenaline. Ever think I could be a junkie?" Sasha closed her eyes again, calming her mind and body. As time slowed within her head, she used her heightened senses to figure out where the men were throughout the room.
There were twenty of them. Ten were in a clump about thirty feet away, dead straight ahead from her hiding spot. She could pick off two or three of them before they started shooting back. Another group of four were about fifteen feet or so away from the center group, positioned to their left. The other clump of morons stood to the center group's right, positioned about the same distance away and slowly edging their way toward her. There were four of them as well. The last two lackeys had placed themselves up on the catwalks which lined the walls of the room. They were placed on opposite sides, both fifty feet from the ground, a sniper's pose taken up. They would be the hardest to hit, being farther away from her shooting range. By the time Sasha had finished with her analysis of the room only seconds had passed.
Ivan spoke once more. "Honestly, it vouldn't surprise me. But ya trying my patience, my-ah sladkaya. Let's end all of this." The sound of his gun cocking filled the void of silence. "Now."
Sasha repositioned herself, bringing her body into a crouch, waiting in anticipation. "Sure thing, mudak."
She sprang up, both guns raised and firing four shots, all hitting their targets and killing four of the men from the center group. Gun fire rained upon her once more, causing Sasha to hit the floor, the crates still acting as a shield. Waiting a few moments, the young woman repeated the motion, killing a few then diving for cover. This went on for some time until only Ivan, another lackey and the two snipers remained. It was now or never.
Sasha smiled evilly. I'm going to enjoy this.
She sprang from the cover of the crates, leaping over the pile and landing in front of Ivan and his lackey. Striking out, the lackey's throat was sliced and bleeding from the knife Sasha had taken out of her boot moments before. His eyes bulged as he realized what had happened. Ivan raised his gun to shoot, but it was kicked out of his hands. The bastard followed his gun to the floor quickly after as Sasha kicked him soundly in the face.
A shot came from one of the snipers, grazing Sasha's upper arm. The young woman hissed in pain, turning toward the sniper who'd shot at her while using the now dead lackey's body as a shield from the other gunman. After firing three shots, the first sniper slumped to the floor dead. The second sniper, who was still trying to get a mark on her, joined his comrade seconds later as a bullet from Sasha cause his head to explode, blood and brains splattering the wall behind.
All of the men who had pursued Sasha were now either dead or unconscious. Finally, she had a chance of getting out alive. When I get home, I'm having the biggest shot of Russian vodka I can find and a nice, long hot bath. A smug smile tugged at the young woman's lips as she hurried from the room of carnage.
Suddenly, the sound of a gun firing filled the air, a correlating pain in Sasha's left shoulder following a split-second later.
The young woman screamed, her guard having been momentarily down. She fell to her knees, the pain being so intense. She turned her head, looking to the culprit. Ivan Rodski was standing unsteadily, his gun raised and smoking. A look of pure malice graced his features, sending a chill down Sasha's spine.
She cursed under her breath, raising her gun. Ivan shot but missed when she dodged to the right. With the speed and agility of a feline, Sasha quickly rolled back up to her feet, standing with her gun aimed at Ivan's head. Without a second thought, her finger squeezed the trigger. However, the bullet never reached Ivan.
In that moment, the worst thing could have happened. A wormhole opened up...right next to Sasha.
Bright blue light blinded the young woman, ripping another scream from her as the dimensional transporter tried to suck her in. She struggled, trying to grasp onto something, anything. But it was too late. Within moments the young solider found herself inside of the wormhole, on a one way trip to another world.
A/N: Thanks for reading guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Next, we'll be entering the world of Riddick and everyone's favorite convict will be making his grand entrance. Also, the following is a guide for the foreign italicized words used. They are Russian and if they are incorrect, please let me know. I had to use an online translator since I do not speak Russian. Now with that finally said, please review!
Mudak = bastard
My-ah sladkaya= my sweet one