AN: This story will be mostly centered around the darker aspects of Alma's... coveting towards Becket, so don't expect anything like those sappy romance fluffs you're used to reading...
At any rate here is the prologue, for what may hopefully become a novelization (in my own way) of F.E.A.R. 2.
Disclaimer: F.E.A.R. is the rightful property of Monolith and Warner Bros. Interactive
Prologue:
Reflection
Alma…
It was, at the time, a name and nothing more to me. Just a disturbed, barely eight year-old girl with a flowing red dress, long, raven black hair… and a truly unsettling intensity boring from her gold, dark eyes.
Like she was looking right though me…
The mission dossier, held within my hands on that fateful ride into unfamiliar territory, seemed to make her out as a malevolent force to be reckoned with; an overwhelmingly powerful psychic who had the ability to warp the very fabric of existence into whatever hell she dreamed about.
Oh, how right they were…
It was hard to even fathom that she had killed several people already that evening… leaving nothing but burned bones and puddles of gore behind in her wake.
My first thoughts, when I beheld this tragic little child for the very first time, was not of anger for the lives whose chords she'd cut…, not reverence for the fearsome aura that radiated so suffocating from within her troubled soul…, there was not even the faintest trace of fear of what she could do to me...
I felt... sad.
Dismay fell over my conscience, like… like I had forgotten something that had been very important at one time in my life; something… or someone… that left an everlasting imprint in my mind. Try as I might to remember, I just couldn't find it within myself to figure out why?
And…, I could tell that Alma knew of this as well, both in the underlining sorrow that her flaxen eyes drove into me… and that… well, let's just say, her more personal altercations have left me wondering if perhaps…
She had loved me…
I don't know how… I don't know when… or even why she chose me, above everything else. Here I was, some lonely wan-a-be hero trying to save the world… and I couldn't even bring myself to remember who Alma really was…
Or… had been…
'Do you see…?'
I hadn't understood what she meant by that, the first time we met… But when those soft, melodic words left her supple lips, I could feel it…
That memory… of her, so long ago forgotten, trying to resurface and bring me to understand just what in the hell she wanted from me.
Sometimes though…, I find myself wishing… that I never had known-
About us… about… how she truly felt for me…
…For the truth can sometimes be far more terrifying… than death.
Her thoughts, and mine, spliced together like the missing puzzle pieces of a psychic framework.
Alma…
The one person that finally made me see myself for who I really was...
And how her infatuation and unabashed feelings for me… would ultimately lead to my descent into absolute madness….
My name is Michael Becket.
And this is how, the world ends…