Run

[Asher's Perspective]

Enduring the initiation into the Runner Program was no walk in the park; it was a relentless test of my physical and mental fortitude. From enduring endless marathons to lifting weights that seemed insurmountable, every session was designed to push me to the brink. Survival classes drilled the dangers of Achiron into my mind—Ghouls, Monsters, Cursed Spirits, and the dreaded Abominations, particularly the formidable Scorpion.

Learning about Achiron's geography and climate, along with the unpredictable nature of its inhabitants, became crucial in my comprehensive training. Yet, the most daunting part was mastering the Runner machinery intricately linked to the Extractor—a tool meant to pierce The Scorpion's flesh and extract her blood. Each day, the gravity of my mission intensified, and I found myself immersed in preparation for the daunting challenges that loomed ahead in the treacherous Underworld.

In the Runner Program, I became acquaintances with Fierce, a tough Ascended Vampire with spiky white hair, and Paige, a quiet Vampiress with a fully cybernetic body. The fact that her body was 100% cyberware freaked me out a little, but she was cool.

On the day of our first Run, a multitude of 440 Runners, comprising both Ascended and Necessary, assembled within the Dock—a foreboding space designated for the portal generator to Achiron. The colossal Blood Tech machine loomed overhead, set to create the gateway that would transport us to the Realm.

Celeste remained at the Barracks — no way was I letting her come with me to Achiron. As I stood amidst the assembly, my gaze caught Fierce and Paige, navigating through the sea of faces. They approached with an air of nonchalance, their expressions betraying neither enthusiasm nor apprehension.

"You ready, Asher?" Fierce's robust, raspy voice reverberated with confidence.

I nodded stoically. "No choice."

Paige concurred, her demeanor solemn . "No turning back."

Adorned with the requisite Runner equipment, each of us sported a utility belt housing essential tools — a lamp, grenades, a Blood-Tech sword —, a backpack loaded with supplies, and, most crucially, Blood-Tech full-auto assault firearms holstered on our backs. Our hips bore the Extractors, intricately connected to the Blood Vessel—a hollow vessel designed to contain the precious extracted blood.

A blaring alarm reverberated through the room, accompanied by the resonant tones of a robotic voice proclaiming, "Portal Opening in T-minus 10 seconds..." The machinery whirred and hummed, generating a swirling circle of black energy that rippled and surged, gaining momentum.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

"Portal Opened."

The Unit Captain, Vazeel, an Ascended Vampire positioned at the forefront nearest to the portal, bellowed, "RUN!"

In an instant, all Runners charged into the portal, vanishing into its ominous darkness. Fierce, Paige, and I exchanged glances before embarking on our sprint toward the portal.

My heart pounded with heightened anxiety, and my palms grew sweaty. Despite the internal turmoil, I maintained my composure, fixating my gaze ahead with resolute determination.