This is my second story. I took a sort of a serious approach to writing, but I'm still new to fanfiction.
This takes around the events of ME2 and ME3. Sorry if the writing's rough, I'm not exactly the best writer. Still, please review.
For the first time in her life, Miranda Lawson was afraid.
She was made to be genetically perfect; a true specimen of the human race. Yet, she was desperate.
Wilson had betrayed them. His idiotic craze of revenge, or whatever he's after is going to endanger humanity's existance. Everything relies on Shepard. Two years were spent on his recovery. Those years could not have been in vain. Shepard could not die now...
She turned on her omni-tool and spoke into it.
"Damn it Shepard, wake up, this facility is under attack!".
She yelled into it again.
"Wake up, wake up Shepard!". Her cries were not coming out of her usual cold, and calm mouth. They were coming out of a desperate woman, sprinting for the medical bay. Biotic waves echoed around the Cerberus base, covering the hallways with blue auras and mechanical parts. She checked her map again, and realized that the mechs were close to Shepard's body.
Another mech was crushed by her force. Wilson was going to pay.
Wave after waves of mechs attempted to stop her. It felt like this station stretched out for miles. Everything she will ever know will be destroyed if Shepard isn't saved.
Rage shrouded her entire body, eventually spreading to her bullets, and biotic filled punches. She opened the door to the medical bay and found five mechs already at Shepard's body.
With every biotic force she could muster, she launched a biotic wave towards the mechs. They flew back, and exploded in a enormous heap of metal. She walked near Shepard's body.
Her heart sank...
Bullet holes covered the entire body, while blood coated Shepard's entire bed in a deep red, leaving his form in a large body that would seemingly be identified as a war torn wreck in human form.
She stood up and slowly walked towards the shuttle bay. There was nothing left in this station except revenge. Revenge that she would soon take.