Rebirth

**oranos**

Haze please...My thread is an RP thread. Your thread was a flame thread. Don't even try to compare what i said about yours by saying this about my work. I put effort into what i write. What you wrote was a childish insult to a faction. Now I'd prefer to keep this as a story thread, not a flame thread. If you really think it's lame could you please give me some good reasons why. This is my first story, and if there are ways I can improve in which you can think of I'd very much like to hear them.

**oranos** · 01/14/2006 06:37:44

Part 9 – Into The Fire

My face! What the **bleep**! Oranos awoke to horrible pain. Something was wrong. Where am I? What happened? Oh yeah! The church…The Disciples…The kick…Where am I now?! He was in a dark hallway. As he stood up he looked at the ceiling. It looked like he had been thrown into the hole he had discovered in the church, and it had since been blocked. Am I being left here to die? No! I can’t think like that. I have to go on...But what have they done to me? My face…Something’s wrong! He remembered his last moments before being knocked unconscious. The kick to the face. The blood. The green code. NO!!! This can’t be happening! He looked at the stump where his arm should be, and then using his remaining hand he felt his face. He missed his chin. No; there was no chin. The kick and completely destroyed his jaw. What he saw before passing out was half of his face being smashed into code. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a bandana. He wrapped it around the remaining part of his face so that it hung over his face and hid his disfigurement. Now he had no way of contacting anyone, and no way of getting out it seemed. The only thing he could do was see where the hallway would take him.

As he walked down the hallway, he realized how damp it was. Infact he was walking across what seemed to be one huge puddle. Something was behind him. He took his handgun and shot at it. It was just a rat. I’m in the…sewers? What’s an entrance to the sewers doing in a church?! He continued to walk, when the smell hit him. The same from those murder scenes. It wasn’t as strong because he had his bandana wrapped around his face. He could see light ahead. He broke into a run towards it. As he got to the end he realized it wasn’t an exit but just the end of the hallway.

Oranos was standing at the entrance to a large room, with no other visible passages in or out. Standing over the other side was a figure he couldn’t quite make out. It was wearing black, but that’s all he could tell from the distance. He pulled his handgun back out, and began to approach the figure. From the distance he was at now he could tell that the person was a white male. Human or Exile though, Oranos had no idea. As he got closer, the realization hit him like a bullet. It can’t be! No, he’s…it’s dead! It wasn’t a white man at all. The white Oranos saw was that of a mask. A mask that any redpill would be able to recognize. It was the Assassin. Not just some random assassin, but an Exile, and an extremely strong one at that, made completely of flies, and wearing that strange mask. But he was killed by redpills in a unified effort not long ago. Machinists, Zionists, and even followers of the Frenchman had worked together to destroy this disgusting being, yet here he was standing in front of Oranos. But now everything made sense. The assassin had split himself into various versions of himself in order to fight such a mass amount of people. One of them must have stayed hidden. That explains the flies. And he must have infected those disciples. He used their vampiric nature to feed off of humans. He infected them, then they would feed, then after that the flies would return to him at full health. He is weak! That’s why he is hiding. He’s been replenishing his health!

Oranos had no choice. There was no escape, and no way he could contact anyone. He had lost his ability to speak, and he doubted the Assassin would be any mood to bargain anyway. He lifted his gun to the Assassin, and the Assassin must have had the same thought, because Oranos was looking at a handgun pointed towards him. The first bullet left the Assassin’s gun, and Oranos dived to the left.

Message Edited by oranos on 01-14-200606:37 AM

**darkhaze**

lol, thats all i wanted. :smileyhappy:

Cognoscente

Do your parents know your on their computer Haze?

Good story Oranos. I'm glad to see you are continuing it. =)

**oranos** · 01/14/2006 10:22:27

Part 10 – Showdown

The first bullet missed and hit the floor. Oranos dived to the side and let out his own stream of bullets. The Assassin displayed extreme speed and dodged almost every bullet. When it was impossible to dodge a bullet his body would curl, and change shape so that the bullet would phase right through him. Oranos ran forward, dodging a flurry of bullets and punched the Assassin in the stomach, if it had such a thing. The gun flew out of his hands, and hit the floor behind him. Oranos landed a hook using his only fist on the Assassin’s mask covered face. The mask didn’t even crack.

They began exchanging blows. Oranos could block the Assassin’s flurries, though due to his current disability he could not fight back while blocking. He took a roll backwards, and then jumped up. He then lunged at the Assassin, foot first to deliver a flying kick. The Assassin’s body contorted and twisted, wrapping around Oranos foot like a snake. His foot was trapped. The Assassin began to walk forward through his foot and up his leg, while it pierced his chest. It landed a right hook right to where Oranos’ jaw should have been. Oranos flew backwards several feet. The bandana had fallen off, and there was green code and blood dripping all over him. He needed a new plan.

Oranos stood up, and began to make some distance between him and the Assassin. He was running out of ideas, but he still had a trick or two up his sleeve. He began to hack the code around the Assassin. He was attempting a difficult but effective hacking program called a Logic Cannon. If successful he would have damaged the Assassin, and hopefully stalled him enough to deliver a gunshot or two. As he continued to hack the Assassin approached. It wasn’t running. It was walking towards him, slowly, as though the outcome of the fight was already decided and he was in no danger. He executed the Logic Cannon, but it simply deflected off the Assassin. It broke into a run and charged at him. The charge was so fast, and unexpected that Oranos had no time to dodge. He got knocked several more feet backwards.

Oranos had no chance. It had taken dozens of redpills in order to take down the Assassin, and he managed to survive even that. How was one redpill supposed to take him down? A voice began to speak inside of Oranos’ head. You’re weak! If only they could see the other Guardians could see their leader. You need me! If he could, he would have screamed. He stood up and lunged at the Assassin, in an insane fury. This caught the Assassin unawares clearly, as he had no time to counter the attack. Oranos delivered fists to the stomach of the Assassin, as fast as a machine gun, even though he was only able to use one hand, followed by a flurry of kicks at an even faster speed. To finish the attack he delivered a kick to the Assassin’s face sending him across to the other side of the room where the fight had started.

The bout of anger had cleared Oranos’ head. He realized what he was doing wrong. When I attacked him just, I had lost any sense of survival. I concentrated only on attack and it worked. It looks like I’m dying anyway. Hopefully the auto-jackout procedure works even with this…illness. I’m going to take him out, even if it means I go with him! Oranos pulled his handgun back out, and began to walk towards the Assassin. He broke into a run as the Assassin got up. Hopefully I’ll live long enough to make sure this story gets told. I’d hate to disappear completely. He began to fire bullets as he ran towards the Assassin. It had landed right next to its own handgun and was now pointing it at Oranos. Back to where we started. How ironic. The Assassin shot once at Oranos, and he dived to the left. He wasn’t quick enough this time though, as the bullet pierced his leg. This didn’t stop him though. As he landed the dive turned into a roll, And Oranos lunged at the Assassin again. He landed right next to it. His gun pointed straight for the side of the Assassin’s head, unprotected by the mask. As he pulled the trigger he felt a pain in his stomach. The Assassin had his gun pressed into Oranos’ stomach. The guns both fired at the same time.

The Assassin exploded into a swarm of flies. Each of them slowly died, because of its weakened condition. The Assassin might have survived at full strength, but it was too weak to take a shot like that. The mask fell to the floor, shattering.

Oranos stumbled backwards. Clutching his stomach with his remaining hand. The gun had already fallen to the floor. His hand was now covered in blood, and code. He fell to his knees. I needed nothing. This was Oranos’ last thought. He had left consciousness before his face hit the floor. His knees began to give way, and he fell forward. As his head hit the ground it shattered. His whole body then erupted into green code, as his dead body became nothing more than random code.

Message Edited by oranos on 01-14-200610:22 AM

**oranos**

Part 11 – Aftermath

“What the hell is up with him?!” Aggie demanded as he burst into the medical room. Inside the room was Cognoscente, Bayamos, Reaper, and lying unconscious on the medical bed was Oranos. An hour ago the auto-jackout procedure executed on Oranos, but he would not wake up after. He began to bleed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Since then the bleeding had stopped but he hasn’t woke up yet.
     “He’s in a coma. We don’t know why. I can assume one of two things took place. Either something happened during his mission, or something went wrong with his auto-jackout.” Replied a worried looking Cognoscente. He was the first to find Oranos in that state and got him to the medical area. “I guess it’s a good thing we lost that fight with Zion. If we had been stuck in the Matrix while this happened he might have died. He seems stable at the moment. We really should inform the rest of the faction. What do you think?” He turned to Bayamos.
     “Yeah, they should know. I’ll go and call everyone.” Bayamos hurried out of the room.
     “I’ll stay here for now, and keep an eye on him.” Said Reaper. “If anything is up, I’ll come and tell you guys.”

An hour later, they were all gathered in one of the biggest rooms of the hoverbarge. It was crowded because there were so many Guardians here, although some were off on other errands and couldn’t be there. Aggie, Cognoscente and Bayamos were standing in the middle of the crowd. Aggie was the first to speak. “Okay, you’ve been called here because Oranos is in serious danger. Somehow, either through his mission, or a malfunction in the auto-jackout procedure, he was injured, and he’s now in a coma.” There were gasps throughout the crowd. A moment later there were silent whispers. Aggie continued over these. “We’ve stabilized him and he’s in a better condition than before, but we still don’t know what caused it, and if he’s going to recover anytime soon. It is important that I ask you to all check if the auto-jackout procedure is working before going into the Matrix. Until we know what has happened, we must be extra careful. This meeting is adjourned.” The crowd of Guardians left, still whispering to each other, but more animatedly than before. A moment later Aggie turned to Bayamos. “Has Oranos’ brothers been informed? I didn’t see them in the crowd.”
     “I couldn’t find them. I searched all over for them but it’s like they aren’t on the hoverbarge. I checked Oranos hovercraft too” Bayamos answered.
     “This isn’t good. We’ll need to find them and inform them.” Aggie sighed. “It really hasn’t been a good day. First we lose to the cave monkeys, and now this.
     “Don’t worry. He’s a fighter! Always has been” stated Cognoscente.

You gotta wake up soon buddy. The voice was Reapers. The faction won’t be the same without you! His voice sounded faint. “Ignore that. He’s irrelevant. We need to talk.” Hold in there. Reapers voice faded, and then disappeared, leaving Oranos with himself, and his demons.

**oranos**

That was the last part of Rebirth. The story will be continued in the future, but until then prepare for some stories of Oranos' past to appear soon, starting with Oranos' awakening from the Matrix