Eternal Red

(The basis of this story came from a game I love to play, called, incidentally, Eternal Red. You can find it on armorgames.com, just use the search function. The second inspirational piece comes from a review I read about the game, where someone made about a paragraph of a "story" about the game, but anyway, here's the story.)

(More has been added.)

Eternal Red

A door. A single, glowing, dark door. It stands ahead of me, menacingly. Every so often, sparks shoot off the open door, a blood red portal to a dimension of beings that monsters are afraid of. But I do not fear them, for I am one of them, and they can not hurt me, no matter how hard they try.
The humans call me Eternal, because of my inability to feel pain, to be hurt, to age. My own kind call me Rogue, for I was one who broke away from the mindless creatures who only wish to draw blood. I became sentient. I have yet to find out what made me the way I am, but I escaped from the dimension I lived in. I resented my past, of how I would mindlessly attack and kill anything that fought back. I had loved to draw blood. The sight of my prey writhing in pain made me excited. Even now, within the confines of my gifted intellectual mind, I still feel the urge, the want, to bring pain and terror to those around me.
I had spent many years with the humans, in their own world, their home. Their scientists spent the first three years I came there, testing me. They wanted to know how I became sentient. They wanted to know everything about my race. They found out nothing though. How I could have become sentient, how, why, what, they do not know.
The human's military trained me: How to fight, how to use their advanced technology, and despite my dark red glow, to blend. They were planning to use me against their enemies, when it happened.
The door appeared.
The scientists had been trying to get into my realm, a foolish thing to do, I may add. They succeeded in creating a doorway, a doorway into a rift; a rift between their dimension, and mine. Scouts were sent through the rift, and were swiftly killed when they met my kind. My kind began to slowly pour through the rift, searching for prey to kill, blood to draw.
The humans fought back, but they were dying too easily. My race, even without the technology of the advanced humans, was winning. Their pure blood lust dulled all pain, and gave them power.
They humans were desperate. They couldn't close the door, or the rift. So they began to build inside the rift. Their technology was placed in the rifts floor and ceiling, allowing them to construct mechanically sentries, and deadly traps on the ground. They could have left them to destroy any of my kind that poured through, but they were paranoid. They had scouts stay inside the rift, to care for the machines and to fight my kind. It worked…for a few days.
They scientists found that if humans stayed in the rift too long, they began to mutate; to change.
Into one of my own bloodthirsty kind.
They had no way to guard the machines that kept my kind at bay, to keep an eye on the destructive power of my kind.
Until I made a decision.
I had grown attached to the humans over the years; and so I told them of my plan.
I would take their scouts place, and stay in the rift to fight my own kind. I would be taught how to care for the sentries and traps, and I would be equipped with weapons of my own, to battle the seemingly endless waves of my own, bloodthirsty, kind. The humans agreed to do so. They gave me a machine, with which I could communicate with the humans, and store the things I had grown to like, as in music and games, on it for access. I would have to communicate daily with the humans, and I would be sent weekly supplies, even though I felt no need to eat, to drink, to sleep, or to even move.
They taught me how to repair the machines, and they would continue to work on creating more advanced versions of the weaponry already inside the rift.
I stood confront of the doorway, and I could hear the machines already firing their endless supplies of bullets, grenades, and acid. I turned to the humans who there to "see me off". They watched me solemnly. I guess they had become attached to me as well.
One scientist told me they would find a way to close the door, and then they would be able to bring me back. I simply listened, nodded, and then turned to the doorway, which had become unsettlingly quiet.
I walked inside.
The rift was interestingly small. It consisted of three platforms attached to a rocky surrounding. On the topmost platform stood the doorway to my world; on the bottom one sat the door I had traveled through. Throughout all three platforms sat traps and hung guns, ready to open fire and attack my kind.
I gripped the handgun they had left me with, climbed to the topmost platform, stood before the blood red portal, and waited.
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BAM!
The dead body of another one fell to the rocky floor, only feet away for the spikes it had to wade through to get to me. Over the sounds of the machine guns, grenade guns, and acid guns opening firing on the rest of the small army, I heard nothing. The guns repeated firing, the sound of blood squirting out of the misshapen bodies, covering the spikes and re-coloring the grey ooze that covers parts of the floor, slowing all who step in it, was all that could be heard. I felt the familiar vibration of the handgun as it reloaded itself, its nuclear core forever powering the short laser bursts that leave the muzzle of my gun at the pull of the trigger. I felt a sick sense of humor inside of myself, thanks to my races instinctual desire to draw blood and cause destruction to all around it. I backed away from the battle of machine, and beast. I narrowed my eyes at the chaos.
“It’s not me…” I whispered to myself hoarsely, “I’m not like them...I’m not some kind of chaotic, destructive, bloodthirsty…thing!”
My hands clenched into fists, my left curling around the handle of my gun. Even as I spoke those words, I knew the truth. My past shone in my head, brighter than the lights caused by the split second blast from the muzzles of the guns dropping my kind over and over. The days I spent fighting, destroying, killing. I let out a strangled sigh, and sat against a rocky wall, one eye trained on the fighting, always ready to deal with any survivors myself, instead of letting the guns on the lower level take care of it. Truth be told, the ones below this platform haven’t gotten much work with me here. Not many survivors got past the first set of guns and traps, and if they do they get met by the muzzle of my gun, and then all they meet is death.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall, my long hair covering the expression of concentration on my face. The humans told me I might be able to expand my consciousness, the thing that makes me so different from my own kind, my ability to think, feel, and learn. To expand it past my physical body and feel the area around me without moving. They had manuals placed on the machine I used to communicate with them, and I had read through them in the time between waves of mindless attacks from my own.
I concentrated more, pushing my consciousness, even though I could feel something holding me back. I kept trying to push it out, battling the inward desire, sweat accumulating on my brow. I felt a barrier inside my mind, like a mental wall keeping me at bay. With a mental yell, I threw myself at the wall and-
CZZZTT!
I angrily glanced down at the thing that had interrupted me; the square machine by my side was sounding white noise off into the air.
“The humans always chose the most terrible time to contact me…” I grumbled as I wiped the sweat off my head, and grabbed the communicator machine, pressing my dark red finger against the button on the side of the machine.
“Come in Eternal, do you read me?” A weary sounding voice said, the words crackling around the air like electricity. I released the button and grudgingly responded:
“Yes, Eddie, I…read…you.” I pressed down on the button again, noting, yet again, that humanity has some weird quirks, with the do you read me, roger-roger, loud and clear, rock and roll, and too many others to name…
“Good, now, tell me, “A pause followed as the voice let out a yawn, “how is the weaponry faring?” Another short yawn followed as I released the button.
“All the weaponry is running perfectly fine, and shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” I replied, remembering Eddie, one of the first scientists to find me, and the first to start caring.
“I should, but I shan’t…also, how are you fairing, Eternal? It’s been two months since you traveled to the rift…we worry about you….” The weary voice had a touch of sympathy, and of concern.
I eyed the weapons, cooling off from the wave of chaos that they so easily took care of. Why the humans were paranoid about the efficiency of their technology, I will never know. I sighed, thinking of the past two months in here. I had easily grown used to the rifts rocky surroundings, the metallic floors that held the traps and the constant whirring of the guns as they automatically reloaded after each battle. I remembered my days spent constantly climbing from platform to platform, checking on the various machines in each, how the strain of each day slowly melted away after the first week. I had begun to wonder if maybe-
“Eternal, are you there? Come in!” Eddie’s shout drew me out of my mind, and my eyes flicked open, jumping to the communicator I had in my hand.
“Yes, Eddie, I’m here…”
“Good, for a second there I thought you might have been attacked.”
“You know me, Eddie, how I can’t be hurt, or feel pain. Your military’s General tested it well enough…” The comment had been on my mind earlier, when I was working on one of the machine gun’s holder.
“…We told you that he had no right to do what he did…”
The moment shone in my mind’s eye. Only a week or so after being tested to see what I was, the General of their military came in, and listened to Eddie tell him how I was impervious to pain, and couldn’t be hurt. The General had eyed me, then swiftly pulled his gun and fired, causing Eddie and the other scientist to gasp in surprise and look at where the gun had pointed. At me.
Eddie told me what happened next was truly amazing. The bullet had hit me, but instead of puncturing me, and drawing blood, it bounced. Bounced right off my body, and clanked to the floor. No blood. No wound.
After that day, the General had an eye on me, ready to use me, to train me, to make me into a weapon…
“He may have had no right, but if he hadn’t done that, I doubt I would’ve been taken in your military and trained over the years…” I glanced at the glowing red door on the other side of the platform, the dark lines swirling inside it taking shape after shape, before dissolving in the blood red, only to reappear moments later.
“…You haven’t told me yet Eternal. How are you fairing?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. How am I fairing…a question I couldn’t truthfully answer. Time for the usual response, just to keep the human’s from becoming emotional over my decision to stay here.
“…I’m fine, Eddie.”