A/N: Warning, Contains suicidal actions and Swearing.
Hi Everyone! Thanks for reading my story. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
I have absolutely no idea what to do. My world is enshrouded in darkness. Nothing matters anymore. I look to the knife in my hand. How many times had I ended lives with it? One more life won't matter right? The knife approaches my bare throat. I close my eyes and steady myself.
"Chisei." The memory causes me to hesitate. "Make sure you come back to me alive, Okay." Tears start to pour from my eyes. I drop the knife, and my hands instinctively go to cover my face. Why now? Why do I need to be reminded of her now?
I pick myself up off the forest floor. If I stay here for too long I'll be discovered. I take in my surroundings and survey the area for the best course of action. That particularly dense patch of trees should hide me until I come up with a plan.
When I start to run I begin to think of my life and the events that led up to where I am today. My life has been nothing but sadness and death. There was only ever one thing that made life worth living, but that's gone now. I hear some voices behind me. No doubt they're on my tail. I have to move quickly.
I keep going, never looking back. I have to keep living, even if living itself is worse a fate than hell itself. I couldn't face her if I committed suicide. I can't destroy her memory by dying here. This thought being the only thing pushing me forward, I run away into the trees, desperately hoping.
"This is the correct planet, is it not?"
"Yes. They are definitely here."
"Then set the ship-"
"Hey, wait a minute. I'm picking up something on our scanners."
"What?"
"One of us."
I think I lost them, or at least they haven't made any moves yet. I duck through the alleyway, looking over my shoulder to check. I need to figure out what my next move is. I move to the fire escape, jumping up onto it and start to climb.
I make it to the roof and check my surroundings. Tokyo is busy, as always. Even at night the city is full of people moving from one place to the other. I can see the lights on Tokyo Tower in the distance. Nothing seems to be amiss. I think I finally have some time to think.
"Greetings." I turn around, brandishing a knife on instinct. The knife is just centimeters from the head of a woman. I can't see her much in the light, but her blue eyes seem to be glowing in the darkness.
"My name is Shadowslasher. May I, perchance, ask you what yours is?" She says.
"No, and what kind of crazy codename is that." I say, keeping the knife close to her throat.
"There is no need to be rude." She says calmly. It's like the knife doesn't even faze her. "You can put that down. Even if you attacked me it would not work."
I don't move the knife. "Who are you?" I ask. "Tell me right now or this knife goes hilt dep in your throat.
In almost an instant, I'm on the floor with my own knife to my throat. "You have no manners at all, do you?" You will fit in with the others quite well." She says with a slight smirk on her face.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I shout as I struggle in vain. "How are you this strong?" I yell in annoyance.
"I am offering you a job, if you will." She says.
"So you need my skills. Why didn't you say so earlier?" I say, still annoyed at being threatened by my own knife.
"No, not your skills, though those will be useful, I want your heritage." She says as she gets off of me.
"What heritage?" I say, my tone a mixture of confusion and sarcasm. "My mother was a nobody and I have no father."
"Exactly. That alone is not proof enough, but combined with other factors it is a definite sign." She says.
"Of what!" I shout. I'm tired of roundabout answers.
"Of being a techno-organic." She says.
"And what is that!" I yell. She hasn't made any sense this whole time.
"It is what you are, and an opportunity for a new life awaits you." She says, while I'm still annoyed and confused. She can't give me a fucking answer, can she?
