SF/DS Generations
Part 1: Revenge
Prologue
November 30, 20XX
Los Angeles, California, USA
It was a rainy afternoon as a mother and her son were visiting a cemetery. The son was carrying a bouquet of flowers for one particular grave, his father. His shadow fell upon a carved angel as he laid the flowers upon the gravestone. He stroked the words carved on the surface. It read: "Ryu Hoshi, Loving Father and Husband, Died October 30, 20XX." The son's name is Akira.
Tears fell from Akira's eyes, but the rain pelted on his face and hid his sadness. His mother, Sakura, was behind her wiping her eyes as she cried. Akira never had forgotten about the event that led to his fathers as if it had happened yesterday.
It started out when Akira received a call from the hospital. He was forced to skip his mid-term exam when his mother told him that his father had life- threatening injuries. Luckily, his instructor was generous, excusing him from it. Akira was really worried. He did not know whether his father would live or die. While he was driving, he thought about the good times he had. He remembered clearly the time his father taught him Shotokan karate at a young age. Suddenly, a car honked at him, making the images disappear from his mind. Akira noticed that it was heading straight for him, so he quickly placed his foot on the brakes. The car and the cybercycle screeched to a halt, a millimetre away from impact. The driver put up his middle finger and swore at Akira, telling him to watch where he was going.
"Sorry, about that," said Akira and drove off without saying anything else.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Sakura sat in the waiting room. She wanted to see the victim, but the doctors will not let her. No matter how hard she tried, they still did not give in. In fact, the victim was her husband Ryu. Sakura started to cry every minute she waited. From a distance, Akira searched for her as soon as he walked in. He quickly ran into the waiting room where his mother was sitting.
"Mom, I came here as soon as I got your call," said Akira, "I heard that Dad's involved in an accident. Is he all right?"
"...I...I...don't...know..." Sakura whimpered, "...They didn't...tell...me..."
Akira held her hand. "Mom, don't cry. Everything will be all right. I hope Dad's going to be okay."
A blonde-haired doctor walked up to them. Akira looked up while he was holding his mother's hand. He knew that the doctor had some bad news for him and Sakura when she looked very sober and emotionless.
"I'm afraid that your father's not going to live," said the doctor.
Akira looked down. Oh no, he thought. He looked back at the blonde- haired doctor.
"Can we see him?"
The doctor told Akira and Sakura to follow her. Knowing that his mother was too sad, Akira held her hands while they were walking through the hallway. Nurses and other doctors passed them. A patient on a stretcher was being moved into an operating room. Akira and Sakura stopped when the doctor stopped at a window and looked though it. Inside, Ryu was in intensive care. A bag of clear fluid was hung beside him, flowing drop by drop in a clear tube that was attached to his arm. Burn marks scarred his face and skin. A large machine was right beside him, monitoring his vital signs. He was also given some oxygen from a tank nearby. Another doctor was there, checking the equipment and the patient.
"Can we at least talk to him?" asked Akira.
"I don't know," said the doctor, "We usually never let people in there."
The other doctor opened the door. He told Akira and Sakura that Ryu wanted to see them. When they entered the room, Ryu met them with barely opened eyes. Sakura walked to her husband's side, crying. She did not want him to die, but he told her that there were some last words that he wanted to tell Akira, his son.
Akira kneeled by his father's side. "...A...kira...," said Ryu in his weak voice, "I ...wanted to... tell you ...that it... was ...no ac...cident..."
Akira, Sakura, and the doctors were shocked to hear this.
"No accident?" asked Akira, "You mean someone did this to you?"
"...Y...es..."
With his last bit of strength, Ryu held Akira's hand. Akira held his hand to his face and cried.
"Dad, you have to tell me who did this."
When Ryu was about to answer, the huge machine showed a straight green line and beeped loudly. Ryu's hand went limp and fell from Akira's grasp. His head moved to one side and fell lifeless.
"DAD! DAD!"
Akira shook Ryu, hoping that he will wake him. There was no response. The doctors tried to save Ryu's life. They tried CPR and well as a machine that sends shocks of electricity to start his heart, they were of no use. Ryu was dead. Sakura dropped on her knees and cried heavily. Akira looked down at his hand and found Ryu's red headband. He had given it to him during his last minutes of life. Akira clutched it very tightly and cried.
Over the next few days, a funeral was held for Ryu. Akira wore the red headband while he comforts his crying mother. Ryu's friends and their offspring cried as they threw roses onto the casket after it was lowered into a hole. Akira watched the people buried it with mounds and mounds of dirt. Anger started to build up inside him. He wanted to find out who killed his father, but the guests told him that the police would find out who murdered him. He had to give in. However, there was something inside him made him doubt police efforts of catching the murderer. He had felt this way since.
Akira looked away from Ryu's grave and turned to Sakura. He told her about the feeling he had when his father died right in front of him and doubted that the police would solve the murder. Sakura knew her son was a little crazy, so she took Akira to his favorite restaurant to relax his mind. Despite all that, Akira still would not let go of this strange feeling.
Part 1: Revenge
Prologue
November 30, 20XX
Los Angeles, California, USA
It was a rainy afternoon as a mother and her son were visiting a cemetery. The son was carrying a bouquet of flowers for one particular grave, his father. His shadow fell upon a carved angel as he laid the flowers upon the gravestone. He stroked the words carved on the surface. It read: "Ryu Hoshi, Loving Father and Husband, Died October 30, 20XX." The son's name is Akira.
Tears fell from Akira's eyes, but the rain pelted on his face and hid his sadness. His mother, Sakura, was behind her wiping her eyes as she cried. Akira never had forgotten about the event that led to his fathers as if it had happened yesterday.
It started out when Akira received a call from the hospital. He was forced to skip his mid-term exam when his mother told him that his father had life- threatening injuries. Luckily, his instructor was generous, excusing him from it. Akira was really worried. He did not know whether his father would live or die. While he was driving, he thought about the good times he had. He remembered clearly the time his father taught him Shotokan karate at a young age. Suddenly, a car honked at him, making the images disappear from his mind. Akira noticed that it was heading straight for him, so he quickly placed his foot on the brakes. The car and the cybercycle screeched to a halt, a millimetre away from impact. The driver put up his middle finger and swore at Akira, telling him to watch where he was going.
"Sorry, about that," said Akira and drove off without saying anything else.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Sakura sat in the waiting room. She wanted to see the victim, but the doctors will not let her. No matter how hard she tried, they still did not give in. In fact, the victim was her husband Ryu. Sakura started to cry every minute she waited. From a distance, Akira searched for her as soon as he walked in. He quickly ran into the waiting room where his mother was sitting.
"Mom, I came here as soon as I got your call," said Akira, "I heard that Dad's involved in an accident. Is he all right?"
"...I...I...don't...know..." Sakura whimpered, "...They didn't...tell...me..."
Akira held her hand. "Mom, don't cry. Everything will be all right. I hope Dad's going to be okay."
A blonde-haired doctor walked up to them. Akira looked up while he was holding his mother's hand. He knew that the doctor had some bad news for him and Sakura when she looked very sober and emotionless.
"I'm afraid that your father's not going to live," said the doctor.
Akira looked down. Oh no, he thought. He looked back at the blonde- haired doctor.
"Can we see him?"
The doctor told Akira and Sakura to follow her. Knowing that his mother was too sad, Akira held her hands while they were walking through the hallway. Nurses and other doctors passed them. A patient on a stretcher was being moved into an operating room. Akira and Sakura stopped when the doctor stopped at a window and looked though it. Inside, Ryu was in intensive care. A bag of clear fluid was hung beside him, flowing drop by drop in a clear tube that was attached to his arm. Burn marks scarred his face and skin. A large machine was right beside him, monitoring his vital signs. He was also given some oxygen from a tank nearby. Another doctor was there, checking the equipment and the patient.
"Can we at least talk to him?" asked Akira.
"I don't know," said the doctor, "We usually never let people in there."
The other doctor opened the door. He told Akira and Sakura that Ryu wanted to see them. When they entered the room, Ryu met them with barely opened eyes. Sakura walked to her husband's side, crying. She did not want him to die, but he told her that there were some last words that he wanted to tell Akira, his son.
Akira kneeled by his father's side. "...A...kira...," said Ryu in his weak voice, "I ...wanted to... tell you ...that it... was ...no ac...cident..."
Akira, Sakura, and the doctors were shocked to hear this.
"No accident?" asked Akira, "You mean someone did this to you?"
"...Y...es..."
With his last bit of strength, Ryu held Akira's hand. Akira held his hand to his face and cried.
"Dad, you have to tell me who did this."
When Ryu was about to answer, the huge machine showed a straight green line and beeped loudly. Ryu's hand went limp and fell from Akira's grasp. His head moved to one side and fell lifeless.
"DAD! DAD!"
Akira shook Ryu, hoping that he will wake him. There was no response. The doctors tried to save Ryu's life. They tried CPR and well as a machine that sends shocks of electricity to start his heart, they were of no use. Ryu was dead. Sakura dropped on her knees and cried heavily. Akira looked down at his hand and found Ryu's red headband. He had given it to him during his last minutes of life. Akira clutched it very tightly and cried.
Over the next few days, a funeral was held for Ryu. Akira wore the red headband while he comforts his crying mother. Ryu's friends and their offspring cried as they threw roses onto the casket after it was lowered into a hole. Akira watched the people buried it with mounds and mounds of dirt. Anger started to build up inside him. He wanted to find out who killed his father, but the guests told him that the police would find out who murdered him. He had to give in. However, there was something inside him made him doubt police efforts of catching the murderer. He had felt this way since.
Akira looked away from Ryu's grave and turned to Sakura. He told her about the feeling he had when his father died right in front of him and doubted that the police would solve the murder. Sakura knew her son was a little crazy, so she took Akira to his favorite restaurant to relax his mind. Despite all that, Akira still would not let go of this strange feeling.