Snippet #2505837

My name's... well, Isaac, but most people call me Ares. Yes, like the god of war. Stupid, I know, but I didn't pick it... What's yours?" The man's voice was unexpectedly low and oddly sharp, giving it a somewhat eerie feel, like a mobster speaking to an associate in a dark corner.

Despite himself, Haytham chuckled softly. Maybe it was the fear in him, or maybe he was just finally going crazy, but that name, Ares... the god of war. God of War. It was the title to a game Haytham had back at the lab, with a main character who was named Ares.

The Ares in that game was powerful. Strong. Fearless. Unstoppable. He could defeat the gods of he wanted to. Haytham eyed the man before him, both with suspicion and a hint of hope. Perhaps this Ares was similar to the hero in the game. Maybe he was strong, too. Maybe he was unstoppable.

Or maybe he had his little brother.

Haytham lowered his gun ever so slightly, his arms straining against the weight of the weapon. His eyes adjusted further to the gentle darkness that surrounded him and the stranger—this Ares. He could make out more of the man's features. He seemed pretty solidly built, if not a bit bulky. His eyes were light grayish with just a hint of blue. His head was shaved clean, and he had deep dark spots under and around his eyes. All in all, he looked pretty beat. Not like a kidnapping gangster or crazed ax murderer. Still...

"Have you seen my brother?" He asked breathlessly, avoiding the man's inquiry about his name. "If you know anything, you b-better tell me now."

Outside, the rhythmic pounding against the door and surrounding wall grew more frantic. The door wouldn't hold them off much longer.