Strike Witches: Rise of Witches

Summary:

A scientist was given the chance to help save humanity and change the course of history. Now back into the past with the knowledge of the future, follow him as he help the witches rise as the ultimate protectors of the humanity.


Author's Notes:

This is my very first FanFiction, please go easy on me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Strike Witches. I'm just a fan. :)


Chapter One: End In Destruction

Year:?

Location:?

Time:?

[Unknown P.O.V.]

Here we are standing in the middle of a raging storm, thunder roared loudly, lightning crackled throughout the darkened sky and deafening wind continued to circle around us but we stood there like statues, not seemed to be bothered by the nature's fury.

Cold rain poured onto our heads and bodies. Our skin, clothes and weapons drenched by the cold rain. Coldness continued to penetrate our hardened skins but even if we do not feel the coldness physically, an emotion of coldness seemed to grow further. Coldness and emptiness is all you need to survive in this cruel world of ours.

"This is it... the final days... no... the final day of humanity..." I silently whispered.

Ordered to stand guard and ready in the middle of a clearing with no trees or rocks for cover and provide us any form protection, we did as we are told. 'Orders', that's the only kind of living we have nowadays, follow as you are ordered and your life will have a meaning, and follow we did.

"Neuroi…"

A voice came to my mind and warned me of the incoming threat. Steeling myself, I stood ready for the attack. Killing off my emotions and turning myself into a machine like being in order to get by and move forward through the deaths to come, I did.

Not a minute later, a barrage of complete random laser barrage rained down onto our position killing people by the hundreds. Panic immediately broke from our lines as desperate calls for help, pain and agony was heard throughout the clearing.

The Neuroi stopped its attacks and made what seemed to be a laughing noise as it looked down upon us. The others with strong will did not take that well and retaliated in blind fury. The attacks did no damage against the enemy except it only served to irritate it, making it fire more red coloured beams that took another hundreds of people's lives in an instant.

Here, on this field, we made our stand. We continued to fight as ordered. There was no retreat nor surrender as our enemies took no prisoners of war. Cries of pain and desperation continued to ring throughout the field. I was surrounded, surrounded by death, death that is with us the moment we are ordered to march and make a stand in this place. And yet, here I am standing, firing my own rifle, waiting and yearning for my own death.

After what seemed to be an eternity of waiting, the barrage stopped. Rain still poured down on the bloodied land, the smell of death lingers through the air and yet, I am still alive. Death never came as I thought it would.

I closed my eyes and said to myself, "Again...", as I clenched my hands into a ball of fist in anger. I was there, I was ready for my death and yet I survived. Of 10,000 people, only less than a hundred survived, of that hundred only I continued to live as the others died from their injuries.

"I am the 'Sole Survivor'..."

After a while of standing, I heard a sound that I know all too well. The sound of jet engines coming from above, I know 'they' have come to get the survivors out. Only a hundred less number of people was going to return this day, majority of which are going to die along the road returning 'home' and the rest will die on the beds of the hospital.


Year:?

Location: Home, Last City of Humanity

Time:?

'Home', the name of the final city on by 'high' walls and buried deeply into the ground, it was mounted with anti-aircraft guns, missile launchers and artilleries that helped stave-off the Neuroi assaults.

Home is now a city with less than a hundred thousand people, filled with survivors of all age with no food and only weapons on their arms. Survivors waiting to be sent to their deaths. Survivors that have lost their will to fight. Survivors that I belong to.

An hour has passed since my return and I looked up to skies to see them flying to the walls of the city. Flying to defend our 'home' and the last of humanity. I suddenly heard someone, a commander, shouting, signalling us to move out to help defend our city.

Here I am again, standing with a gun in my arms with only 10 bullets, facing a tank-class Neuroi that has broken through the wall.

"Fire!"

With a single word from the commander we all fired. We did little to no damage to our enemy and after emptying our clip, we just stood there as the neuroi retaliated killing people with every shot of it laser.

I stood my grounds once more, I could see the neuroi aiming at me, charging its weapon, and it fired. I was standing, ready, staring at my own death, but it seems it wasn't my time yet.


Time:?

The ground or road I was standing on collapsed, taking me with it. I begun to wonder if this is what people called the 'Devil's Luck'. I could only stare at the darkening skies as evening draws near. I could hear explosions grew weaker by the minute until it finally came stop. And by another stroke of luck, they saved me once again.

Of less than a hundred thousand people, less than ten thousand are all that's left.

We all stood in the plaza, waiting for the news of the END bomb. After waiting for half an hour 'he' came out towing with him the bomb, END bomb. The bomb is oval in shape, with a smooth surface and with in colour. It was plain but it is the final solution of humanity.

He, the maker of the bomb, has a straight face and like all of us, he has cold-dead eyes, devoid of all emotions. He has worked on the bomb like an 'automated doll' and would follow any order given to him by the higher-ups. His word, the final words of humanity rungs through my mind.

"Our final moment is at hand." he sighed before he continued. "we have done what we can. But, if we are to die now, we will take them with us along with our home planet, our home world that they have destroyed."

"We give them nothing, Nothing but an empty victory"

His speech held no emotions, no cheers was heard as the rain begun to pouring again. They, the last squadron of witches, was sent out earlier to buy him time to complete the bomb and I never get to see them again.

I watch him give out an order through a radio to the 'Last Witch', his order was two simple words, "End it".

But as the last witch got into position, barrage of lasers hit our position.

As lasers begun to pour into our position, I just stood there. I watch as the last of humanity die. He was hit by a laser and fell into the flooded ground, missing a limb or two, I couldn't tell anymore as the rain poured harder. I shifted my eyes to look at the bomb and found it unscratched, not a dent or anything.

My eyes moved once again to look at him and found him still alive. I didn't move to help him and just stood there staring at him as he continues to bleed. He move his hand to get his radio then I heard a loud boom from the sky. I looked up to see the witch flying down from the heavens, poised to deliver the "Final Strike" to detonate the bomb.

And it is as if the world has gone into slow and silent, I heard their final words to each other.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"I forgive you" the last witch said.

Both their words to each other are filled with so much pain that it could suffocate anyone who hears it. Then, my vision got blurry for a bit and my eyes widened as I knew tears are falling from it, I said,

"After all this time, I finally become human again."

And the world was engulfed by calming blue light.

To be continued...


Author's note no.2:

I hope you liked my chapter 1. This is the Prologue of the story. Thank you for reading.

Until next time. :)


Preview:

Chapter 2: The Arrival

"Hey, what's that?" "hmm?"

"oh that's a falling man" "eh..?"

"wait.. a falling man!?"

"run!" "catch him!"

"we won't make it!"

"No!"