A/N: Hey! This is my first Code Geass fanfic. I've written other fanfics in other fandoms though. I just want to say a couple of things before this starts...

1. For those who already read my fanfics, sorry! I'm working on it, I swear! It just that free time is hard for me to get by. But I promise the next chapter will be out soon!

2. I've already posted some of this story's chapters on Wattpad, with the username ZibZib. I don't recommend reading it, because then you would know what will happen, and that's not fun! So because I have some chapters already written, for I while I should be able to update regularly.

3. About the story on Wattpad... I've made some changes here, so it won't be identical.

4. You may already read 'We Are The Warriors' by MizukiLawliet. It's a great story, I strongly recommend reading it. The thing is, some details and points in this story is similar to that one's, so I just want to say ahead of time, that I am in no way stealing her ideas, I already had them in July or something, and I have already planned out the whole plot-line. So, yeah. But just in case, I asked her if she was okay with it.

Great, now that that's over with, let's go on with the actual chapter!

Chapter 1 – How it all began...

Darkness. I was surrounded by darkness. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't think. I could only wait. Wait for the light to appear.
It was a long wait.
But what I first saw was even worse than the darkness.
That moment I wished I was blind. I wished... for the darkness to come back.
It didn't.

I laid flat on my back and stared at the gray ceiling. Everything was that color here. The cement above me, the walls, the bars. The men that tossed me here were dressed the same color as well. They came here occasionally. They spared me, even though my parents were murdered in cold blood. At first I wondered why. Why I wasn't let to join them. But later they told me they that were going to sell me. Yeah, just like that. I didn't know when or where or to whom. I may be even sold by pieces for all I know.

Well, I was what they call 'beautiful'. Long, silky, raven black hair that framed my pale face. My eyes were deep brown, covered in naturally black and large eyelashes, and I had baby pink full lips. I had, from what I've heard, beautiful curves. But I paid no attention to my beauty. It served me no cause. In only got me in trouble some times.

Yes, I have knowledge of why my parents met their cruel fate. My father had enemies. Many enemies. Many Japanese, Area 11 haters. And my father married an eleven. My parent's were rich though. That might have been also one of the reasons why. Anyway, I don't think about it anymore. I only think on how I will get my revenge when I get out. And day by day, the hatred I felt for them grew into hatred for the whole Britannia. If I ever get out, I swear, I'll do everything I can to bring it down. Yes, I was, after all, just a small and fragile girl, but it didn't matter.

Then one day, something changed.

Two of the men came into my cellar. The room was rather small, and about in the middle of it it was separated by a wall of bars. I was the one behind them.

But they weren't alone. They were dragging someone. When they came closer I saw it was a boy, maybe older than me, with short light purple hair. He was wearing what looked like a uniform from an asylum. He was unconscious and bonded up. His mouth was covered too.

They opened the door made of bars to my dirty cell. I was curled up in a ball in my usual place, the corner. The men just threw the boy in and closed it.

"You sure it's him? We'd be in a lot of trouble if not." The first one grunted as he eyed the unconscious boy.

"I'm telling you, I got the information that the military is looking for him, and with it came a description. There's no doubt." He said firmly. "I'm sure he's worth a lot."

"Yeah, probably." The first one agreed and they made their way out of here.

I waited for about a minute to make sure they were gone. Then I slowly began rising from my position. I was wearing the same outfit from the day they took me. A loose, once white dress. Now it was the same color as those dull walls. It's been months after all.

I carefully made my way to the bonded-up boy. I made the assumption that he's considered as handsome. You see, I have problems with living and communicating with other people like everyone else. I guess you could call me 'cold-hearted'. But even I understood that this wasn't just your regular boy in front of me. I mean, not everyday you get to see violet-haired person in such a suit.

I stared at the new-come for good five minutes and examined him. Then I decided to loosen up his binds. I doubted that I will get in trouble for that. He's not going anywhere and there's nothing worse they can do to me. No, actually they could, but I didn't care anymore. So I carefully sat on the floor and began working on the zips. His legs were zipped together and his arms wrapped around his chest with black straps. I finished by loosing them and now the boy laid on his back freely.

When I was beginning to uncover his mouth, the men came back. I didn't move an inch from the boy, just turned my indifferent gaze to them.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" One yelled to me.

"I believe I just untied this boy, if you are unable to see." I snapped.

"I know that! Don't mock me girl!" He was angered. "I swear, I'll put a bullet in your head, you dirty half-blood! We'll just sell you in pieces, it may be even easier that way."

"If you wish." I shrugged.

"What's wrong with you?" The other one spat out, but confusion was evident in his voice. "Aren't you scared?"

"Even if I was, what would that change? Certainly not my situation. I have no rights to word, so it doesn't matter how I feel. Humans are not all equal. But even now, in this situation," I smirked coldly."I'm higher than you. Because I, unlike you, am not a moron."

"That's it!" The first one yelled out and pulled out a gun. "It will be easier for all of us if you were dead. Say hello to your mommy and daddy from us." And with that he shot. But the pain I waited for didn't come.

The once unconscious boy leaped to his feat and blocked the bullet with his body. It hit him right in the head and he fell to the ground. I was staring at the now dead boy, with a blood puddle forming around his head. His eyes were closed. I was sincerely shocked. I had no idea why he did that. Why do humans do such things? No, they don't. From what I know, it isn't normal to just sacrifice yourself for a person you've never met before.

"Well, that's unfortunate. But they did say to bring him dead or alive, so it doesn't matter." The man grunted.

I fell to my knees near the boy. I couldn't get my eyes off him. I imagine my face should be even paler than usually and my eyes wide. But this boy...

Suddenly he grabbed my arm nearest him. That shocked me to no end. He should have been dead, right?

Just as he touched me, something began happening. I was now seeing myself in third person, and different visions began flowing to my head. I saw different colors swirling around me. I didn't understand what was going on, I didn't understand anything anymore. Then a voice filled my head. Somehow I knew it was the boy's.

"You seem like you have a reason for living. If I granted you power, would you be able to go on? I propose a deal. In exchange for the power, you will have to make my one dream come true. Accept this contract, and accept it's conditions. With this power you will live unlike any other. A different providence, a different time, a different life. A you prepared for this?"

"Yes." I said firmly, without really thinking it through. I didn't have the time. "I accept the terms of your contract."

I was back in real world and I found myself looking at the unmoving boy.

"Hey! You hear me?!" I heard one of the men yell. I guess I was zoned out for a bit. They have opened the door and one of them was about a meter from me, pointing a gun to my head.

"Yes, humans are not all equal." I began coldly as I rose. "But who chooses who is higher and who is lower? Who has the right to do so? Why is a king better than a slave? Is he better? Or has he just have power? Does being weak make you bad? Does being strong make you good?"

"Enough with this nonsense! What the hell are you even talking about?" He yelled again and came closer.

"No one can tell." I answered my own questions, ignoring the man. "And I don't care."

With those words I directed my gaze to the man in front of me. I don't know how, but I just knew what to do. I changed his reality. His vision, his hearing, all of his senses. With that he dropped the angered expression and lowered his gun. But then, as he turned around and saw the other guy, he directed his gun at him, and an outraged look covered his face.

"How the hell are you still alive?! I thought I killed you!" He shouted.

Before the other one said or did anything, I changed his vision as well. With that he pulled out a gun and also directed it at him. Rage and hate could be seen on both of their faces.

"This time I'll make sure you die!" They both yelled and shot at the same time. And then two men fell to the ground, dead. The bullets hit their heads directly. Huh, guess they were quite the shooters.

I slowly began walking out of my cellar. Shock was still there, and now I was even trembling a bit. But I managed to control myself. I managed to understand the situation.

"This should be..."I murmured under my breath."...interesting."

...probably.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! The next one will be up on Sunday hopefully. In the mean time, pleasepleaseplease tell me what you think!