"To Be Loved..." by Ghost Boy
Ch.1 Soundtrack:
1)Try Honesty- Billy Talent
2)Anxiety- Black Eyed Peas
3)Creatures- 311
4)Numb- Linkin Park
5)Somewhere I Belong- Linkin Park
6)Breaking The Habit- Linkin Park
7)In The End- Linkin Park
8)This Is How You Remind Me- Nickelback
9)It's Been Awhile- Staind
10)So Far Away- Staind
11)Fade- Staind
12)Price To Play- Staind
13)King Nothing- Metallica
14)Almost Fine- Scapegoat Wax
15)Crawling- Scapegoat Wax
16)Perfect Silence- Scapegoat Wax
17)Light Of The Moon- Scapegoat Wax
18)Good Morning Vietnam- Rage Against The Machine
19)The Only- Static X
20)Think Twice- Eve 6
Ch.1 "Mistaken"
The City stood on end as sirens, barks, cars, and music blasted throughtout each one of the districts.
Tokyo had lasted through some pretty bad times, but it still stood in all of it's glory.
The city was in a state of Anarchy. No mayor or leading body of leadership had taken control since gouji's demise.
The cops, being ever vigilante and being lead by the ferocious Hayashi and Ogasagi, his 2nd liuetenent,
threw everything and everyone they had on the force to combat the growing crime gangs.
Even the rudies were helping wherever they could, as long as Hayashi wasn't around; he was still hunting them.
Michael walked from the club, his usual green outfit of a sweatshirt and shorts, looking a little wet from the
alchohol he had spilled. At the moment it didn't matter as a gorgeous young woman was draped around his shoulders.
Her black hair and blue eyes glinted perfectly in the moonlight, he thought, as they looked at each other. She smiled
and reached behind him for the hoodie, pulling it over his head and laughing as he snapped out of his stare. "Hey!
Don't do thaaat..." he said, letting the last syllable stretch.
"Oh, but you look good in that hoodie." she said, winking at him and touching the side of his face with the tips of her
fingers. His heart pulsed and he suddenly got a little hotter. He smiled. "Let's go. My place is only about 6 blocks from
here." She looked towards the moon, then backed at his smiling face. He was gorgeous, and she didn't mind saying or
thinking it. "Kay, let's go!" she leaned into him, admiring the moon as they walked. He watched her, watching her stare
at the moon just like she had stared at him just a few second ago. 'I really love this girl' it occured to him. His grip
tightened around her shoulder, and she looked towards him and smiled once more.
He didn't wait, cupping one side of his hand to her cheek. She stopped, looking him straight in the eyes. Both of them
moved closer until their lips touched. Her smooth lips were only touching his for a second before a light as bright the
sun washed over them. Sirins wailed and a voice on loudspeakers rang likie an echo in a canyon."Rudies! Put your hands up
and turn around, slowly, and you won't be shot!" Michael turned his head sharply, putting his hand up over his eyes. The
girl next to him, Kathryn, did the same. The officer repeated the message. The two broke their embrace and bolted, dodging
through piles of boxes and paper.
The officers rean after them, their weapons raised and bullets tearing through walls and the boxes. Michael ran just
behind Kathryn, his heart beating as fast as hers and his hearts. Hikage St. was not a good place to be cornered by the
cops, nor the rudies called the love shockers.The ground rushed past, and Michael grabbed the garbage can he came upon and
knocked to the side, creating obsticles for the pursuers. Michael could hear them catch up. Sweat now poured from down the
side of his head. Bullets wizzed by his head and struck the walls infront of him, making pieces shatter and fall. He
watched Kathryn jump up on a wooden fence. A she got her foot up, a bullet pierced Michaels leg. He tripped and rolled to
the fence.
Kathryn looked down. He looked back at her. 'If she tries to help she'll get caught too!'he thought. He smiled and rose.
"Go! I'll give you as much time as I can!" Kathryn remained locked on his face and went wide eyed. "No! You need to escape.
I wont let them have you without me!" Michael looked back as he took off."Do not follow. Get out of here and don't look
back!" "Michael!" she broke out crying. "Go!" he yelled again as he rounded the corner. "She sobbed and jumped down to the
other side of the fence.
Michael reached the corner and bounded around to catch an unsuspecting cop in the face. He flew backwords, his body
skidding and finally bouncing off the cement. Michael wasn't suprised. He already knew he was that strong. He rushed
forward, dodging a fist from another cop that had been close. He raised his elbow and caught the man in the gut, sending
him down to his knees in a whimper. "C'mon! who's next?!" Michael didn;t see the long-coated man come from behind him and
hit him with the butt of his revolver in the back of the head. "Punk!"
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Michael awoke to find himself in unfammiliar surroundings. He was dazed but his eyes fased into focus. A bright light
eluminted the table he was sitting at, and a window to his right and another to his left. Just ahead was a door where two
men stood. Both wore long coats. "Well, well, well..." said the first one, his low voice shaking Michaels knees with a
sub-like echo. "Been awhile, Yoyo." Michael's head still throbbed as he heard this man speak. "Names' Mi-" "Yoyo. Yes I
know who you are you trash."
Michael tried to lift his arms but they seemed to be stuck. Michael knew they were probably tied down. "Yoyo? Who's that?
My names' Michael." "Don't lie to me. I have you here on file Yoyo." he slapped down a file with a scruffy looking kid
with blonde hair and blue eyes with a green sweatshirt. Michael noticed the pisture and tried to look to his left, only to
see that his hoodie was still up. "Whatever dude. My name is Michael, that is not a picture of me, and I don't even know
who Yoyo is."
The man slammed his fist on the table, moving forward and bringing himself into the light. He looked frustrated. "You are
Yoyo, you little fuck-up." he swung his fist, catching Michael on the side of his cheek. The metal bonds that kept his
hands strapped down strained a little. He spit to the side, tasting blood on his lip. "I have no clue..." he started
before the felt another fist hit his chin, sending his head upwords. "Liar! Tell me where your friends are and maybe I'll
go a little easier on you!" The restraints starined more, the metal bonds bending slightly.
"I AM NOT A RUDIE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" he yelled. The man looked at him with soft eyes and
sighed. The second man in the backround coughed and the first one looked towards the left window. "Well, I didn't want to
show you this, but..." A light in the next room, eluminating a table and a young woman on it. "KATHRYN!" Michael screamed.
Four guards surrounded her, at ease, but looking dishiveled. She was a mess. She was bleeding from cuts and bruises on her
face and arms. One arm was twisted in the wrong direction, and she shook everytime she breathed. Bullet wounds bleed the
most at her stomach, and her eyes were half open.
Michael shook, his eyes wide open in an unbelieving stare. Tears ran down his cheeks, the hot salt stinging his wounds.
But he didn't care, and continued to look at Kathryn suffer. The light faded and the inspector turned. "Will you talk or
should we continue to torture the information out of her?" Michael bowed his head as more tears flooded from his eyes and
onto the cold concrete floor. "You Bastard..." he whispered. The inspector brought his head down to listen. "What?" "You
Bastard!" Michael said louder this time. The inspector fumed and slammed his fist once again into Michaels's chin, sending
his head up and his hoodie up. Micael let his head hand as he laughed.
"YOU BASTARD!" he yelled, flinging himself forward, his bonds braking. He grabbed the inspectors jacket and brought his
face to his. He looked scared. "You're... not... Yoyo?" Michaels green eyes were like slits, his loathing stare pierced
the inspector gaze. "I... WILL...FUCKING... KILL YOU!" he flung the inspector into the support beam. He crumpled to the
ground as Michael jumped him. He swung his face into the man's face continuously, blood spattering over his fist. Guards
rushed into the room as Michael grabbed the inspector, and slammed into the beam, his spine cracking and bending backwords.
"YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SH-!" Another blow to the head by the butt of a pistol brought Michael to his knees, unconcious.
The guards picked him up and left the room. Another trenchcoated man walked into the room. Hayashi looked over to Ogasagi
as he walked over to him. His high-pitched voice welcomed him. "What should we do? He's not Yoyo!" the liuetenant sounded
a little nervous. Hayashi just smiled. "Well, if we want to keep our jobs, we will have to get rid of the evidence."
Ogasagi's eyes lightened slightly, and he smiled. "Yes, sir."
Michael woke once again with his head throbbing. He was on the outskirts of town, a van parked to his right. Hayashi stood
over Kathryn, and Ogasagi stood to his left. Kathryn was bleeding and shaking; her breaths were in sharp painful gasps.
Hayashi looked at her then to Michael. He looked straight into his eyes and pulled out his pistol, aiming it at Kathryn.
She arose slowly and was on her knees, her head turned towards Michael. Her eyes pleaded with him for help. Hayashi just
laughed as he pulled the trigger those three time. The were quick, but each bullet was like a lifetime to Michael as he
saw in slow motion Kathryn get hit with all three shells, and fall to the ground.
With unknown strength, Michael pushed himself up and ran at Hayashi. "BASTARD!" he yelled. Hayashi was suprised, but
pulled his gun up and fired. Searing white pain ran through Michael's body as the slug traveled through his chest. Hayashi
watched Michael hit the ground. A small dust cloud rose up, and his wound bleed out. Hayashi opened his coat and grabbed
something and threw it at Michael's side. "Let's go." he said his his pitched voice. He got in his squad car and drove off.
On the very top of a building on the outskirts, a tall boy wandered what had just happened. He grabbed his skates, and set
down his soda can. He had to go see what was going on: Highway Zero was his turf.
To Be Contiued...
Comment, questions, suggestions, critique, or flames? Just RR or contact me at Endermon3000@aol.com
Ch.1 Soundtrack:
1)Try Honesty- Billy Talent
2)Anxiety- Black Eyed Peas
3)Creatures- 311
4)Numb- Linkin Park
5)Somewhere I Belong- Linkin Park
6)Breaking The Habit- Linkin Park
7)In The End- Linkin Park
8)This Is How You Remind Me- Nickelback
9)It's Been Awhile- Staind
10)So Far Away- Staind
11)Fade- Staind
12)Price To Play- Staind
13)King Nothing- Metallica
14)Almost Fine- Scapegoat Wax
15)Crawling- Scapegoat Wax
16)Perfect Silence- Scapegoat Wax
17)Light Of The Moon- Scapegoat Wax
18)Good Morning Vietnam- Rage Against The Machine
19)The Only- Static X
20)Think Twice- Eve 6
Ch.1 "Mistaken"
The City stood on end as sirens, barks, cars, and music blasted throughtout each one of the districts.
Tokyo had lasted through some pretty bad times, but it still stood in all of it's glory.
The city was in a state of Anarchy. No mayor or leading body of leadership had taken control since gouji's demise.
The cops, being ever vigilante and being lead by the ferocious Hayashi and Ogasagi, his 2nd liuetenent,
threw everything and everyone they had on the force to combat the growing crime gangs.
Even the rudies were helping wherever they could, as long as Hayashi wasn't around; he was still hunting them.
Michael walked from the club, his usual green outfit of a sweatshirt and shorts, looking a little wet from the
alchohol he had spilled. At the moment it didn't matter as a gorgeous young woman was draped around his shoulders.
Her black hair and blue eyes glinted perfectly in the moonlight, he thought, as they looked at each other. She smiled
and reached behind him for the hoodie, pulling it over his head and laughing as he snapped out of his stare. "Hey!
Don't do thaaat..." he said, letting the last syllable stretch.
"Oh, but you look good in that hoodie." she said, winking at him and touching the side of his face with the tips of her
fingers. His heart pulsed and he suddenly got a little hotter. He smiled. "Let's go. My place is only about 6 blocks from
here." She looked towards the moon, then backed at his smiling face. He was gorgeous, and she didn't mind saying or
thinking it. "Kay, let's go!" she leaned into him, admiring the moon as they walked. He watched her, watching her stare
at the moon just like she had stared at him just a few second ago. 'I really love this girl' it occured to him. His grip
tightened around her shoulder, and she looked towards him and smiled once more.
He didn't wait, cupping one side of his hand to her cheek. She stopped, looking him straight in the eyes. Both of them
moved closer until their lips touched. Her smooth lips were only touching his for a second before a light as bright the
sun washed over them. Sirins wailed and a voice on loudspeakers rang likie an echo in a canyon."Rudies! Put your hands up
and turn around, slowly, and you won't be shot!" Michael turned his head sharply, putting his hand up over his eyes. The
girl next to him, Kathryn, did the same. The officer repeated the message. The two broke their embrace and bolted, dodging
through piles of boxes and paper.
The officers rean after them, their weapons raised and bullets tearing through walls and the boxes. Michael ran just
behind Kathryn, his heart beating as fast as hers and his hearts. Hikage St. was not a good place to be cornered by the
cops, nor the rudies called the love shockers.The ground rushed past, and Michael grabbed the garbage can he came upon and
knocked to the side, creating obsticles for the pursuers. Michael could hear them catch up. Sweat now poured from down the
side of his head. Bullets wizzed by his head and struck the walls infront of him, making pieces shatter and fall. He
watched Kathryn jump up on a wooden fence. A she got her foot up, a bullet pierced Michaels leg. He tripped and rolled to
the fence.
Kathryn looked down. He looked back at her. 'If she tries to help she'll get caught too!'he thought. He smiled and rose.
"Go! I'll give you as much time as I can!" Kathryn remained locked on his face and went wide eyed. "No! You need to escape.
I wont let them have you without me!" Michael looked back as he took off."Do not follow. Get out of here and don't look
back!" "Michael!" she broke out crying. "Go!" he yelled again as he rounded the corner. "She sobbed and jumped down to the
other side of the fence.
Michael reached the corner and bounded around to catch an unsuspecting cop in the face. He flew backwords, his body
skidding and finally bouncing off the cement. Michael wasn't suprised. He already knew he was that strong. He rushed
forward, dodging a fist from another cop that had been close. He raised his elbow and caught the man in the gut, sending
him down to his knees in a whimper. "C'mon! who's next?!" Michael didn;t see the long-coated man come from behind him and
hit him with the butt of his revolver in the back of the head. "Punk!"
---------------------------------------------
Michael awoke to find himself in unfammiliar surroundings. He was dazed but his eyes fased into focus. A bright light
eluminted the table he was sitting at, and a window to his right and another to his left. Just ahead was a door where two
men stood. Both wore long coats. "Well, well, well..." said the first one, his low voice shaking Michaels knees with a
sub-like echo. "Been awhile, Yoyo." Michael's head still throbbed as he heard this man speak. "Names' Mi-" "Yoyo. Yes I
know who you are you trash."
Michael tried to lift his arms but they seemed to be stuck. Michael knew they were probably tied down. "Yoyo? Who's that?
My names' Michael." "Don't lie to me. I have you here on file Yoyo." he slapped down a file with a scruffy looking kid
with blonde hair and blue eyes with a green sweatshirt. Michael noticed the pisture and tried to look to his left, only to
see that his hoodie was still up. "Whatever dude. My name is Michael, that is not a picture of me, and I don't even know
who Yoyo is."
The man slammed his fist on the table, moving forward and bringing himself into the light. He looked frustrated. "You are
Yoyo, you little fuck-up." he swung his fist, catching Michael on the side of his cheek. The metal bonds that kept his
hands strapped down strained a little. He spit to the side, tasting blood on his lip. "I have no clue..." he started
before the felt another fist hit his chin, sending his head upwords. "Liar! Tell me where your friends are and maybe I'll
go a little easier on you!" The restraints starined more, the metal bonds bending slightly.
"I AM NOT A RUDIE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" he yelled. The man looked at him with soft eyes and
sighed. The second man in the backround coughed and the first one looked towards the left window. "Well, I didn't want to
show you this, but..." A light in the next room, eluminating a table and a young woman on it. "KATHRYN!" Michael screamed.
Four guards surrounded her, at ease, but looking dishiveled. She was a mess. She was bleeding from cuts and bruises on her
face and arms. One arm was twisted in the wrong direction, and she shook everytime she breathed. Bullet wounds bleed the
most at her stomach, and her eyes were half open.
Michael shook, his eyes wide open in an unbelieving stare. Tears ran down his cheeks, the hot salt stinging his wounds.
But he didn't care, and continued to look at Kathryn suffer. The light faded and the inspector turned. "Will you talk or
should we continue to torture the information out of her?" Michael bowed his head as more tears flooded from his eyes and
onto the cold concrete floor. "You Bastard..." he whispered. The inspector brought his head down to listen. "What?" "You
Bastard!" Michael said louder this time. The inspector fumed and slammed his fist once again into Michaels's chin, sending
his head up and his hoodie up. Micael let his head hand as he laughed.
"YOU BASTARD!" he yelled, flinging himself forward, his bonds braking. He grabbed the inspectors jacket and brought his
face to his. He looked scared. "You're... not... Yoyo?" Michaels green eyes were like slits, his loathing stare pierced
the inspector gaze. "I... WILL...FUCKING... KILL YOU!" he flung the inspector into the support beam. He crumpled to the
ground as Michael jumped him. He swung his face into the man's face continuously, blood spattering over his fist. Guards
rushed into the room as Michael grabbed the inspector, and slammed into the beam, his spine cracking and bending backwords.
"YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SH-!" Another blow to the head by the butt of a pistol brought Michael to his knees, unconcious.
The guards picked him up and left the room. Another trenchcoated man walked into the room. Hayashi looked over to Ogasagi
as he walked over to him. His high-pitched voice welcomed him. "What should we do? He's not Yoyo!" the liuetenant sounded
a little nervous. Hayashi just smiled. "Well, if we want to keep our jobs, we will have to get rid of the evidence."
Ogasagi's eyes lightened slightly, and he smiled. "Yes, sir."
Michael woke once again with his head throbbing. He was on the outskirts of town, a van parked to his right. Hayashi stood
over Kathryn, and Ogasagi stood to his left. Kathryn was bleeding and shaking; her breaths were in sharp painful gasps.
Hayashi looked at her then to Michael. He looked straight into his eyes and pulled out his pistol, aiming it at Kathryn.
She arose slowly and was on her knees, her head turned towards Michael. Her eyes pleaded with him for help. Hayashi just
laughed as he pulled the trigger those three time. The were quick, but each bullet was like a lifetime to Michael as he
saw in slow motion Kathryn get hit with all three shells, and fall to the ground.
With unknown strength, Michael pushed himself up and ran at Hayashi. "BASTARD!" he yelled. Hayashi was suprised, but
pulled his gun up and fired. Searing white pain ran through Michael's body as the slug traveled through his chest. Hayashi
watched Michael hit the ground. A small dust cloud rose up, and his wound bleed out. Hayashi opened his coat and grabbed
something and threw it at Michael's side. "Let's go." he said his his pitched voice. He got in his squad car and drove off.
On the very top of a building on the outskirts, a tall boy wandered what had just happened. He grabbed his skates, and set
down his soda can. He had to go see what was going on: Highway Zero was his turf.
To Be Contiued...
Comment, questions, suggestions, critique, or flames? Just RR or contact me at Endermon3000@aol.com