Yup, a prologue. Enjoy.
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A genius multi-billionaire at the age of seventeen. Yes,that is what would most people call me.
My name is Issei Hyoudou, i am seventeen and I am the CEO of the company that I opened a year ago, Hyoudou Tech. Well, Hyoudou Tech is a company that develops military technologies from knives to guns to tanks. Originally, I was taken as a designer in a large company when I was just that thirteen year old cheeky little kid.
Yeaah, my mind has no limits when it comes to innovating. It was my uncle's close friend who took me. Excited, I didn't hesitate to join them. During my years of working as a designer, I made many accomplishments and made my manager(Uncle's close friend) and parents proud.
I was paid handsomely each two weeks for a thirteen year old. Also, being friends with adults, i matured quickly and had their same level of thoughts and emotions. So, i'm not that kind of teenage emo kid that gets mad quickly.
It was the New Year and I'm officially sixteen. I opened my own company and I started the company off with a project. I then move to another place from Tokyo. It was quite a nice city, Kuoh City. I then bought a mansion at the coast of Kuoh. The mansion itself cost an arm and a leg but i bought it anyways. The mansion had a nice modern and futuristic style to it, so it was worth it. I called it The Malibu Mansion since then.
However, i don't have any employees in my company. Most of my workers are robotic arms and machines which could not think. Well, i only made the design and the robotic arms and machines will work by themselves but stiiiilllll they can't think.
Found out my problem, i invented an artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S or Just A Rather Very Intelligent System to help me out with my work. Jarvis is capable of socializing with human beings so, my true friend was a... right? but i got use to it quickly.
My first step to become a successful industrialist. A project that I came up since i was fifteen, a tank. Yes, i took a newly higher level of tank technology than the Russian T90s and Americans Abrams M1. I call it the Hyou-G2. I created a secret material used for the armor layer of the tank, the Gundanium alloy. I can't tell you what there are made of though. The effectiveness, it was a total of ninety nine percent. I used theories of shell and solid attack deflections. My project had gained attentions from most of the governments and higher ups, so there was that news said : A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD CEO, THE FUTURE OF WEAPON DESIGNS
Within three months, the tank had completed and bought by the Russians with the total of twenty units of Hyou-G2 and I became filthy-rich!. My parents were quite proud of me, But i didn't forget my parents sacrifice to raise since I was born so I shared my wealth with them.
But, the wealth that I had, I used it for righteousness, I had donated old folk's house and orphanages. I also volunteered to help out the war victims in the Middle East. I also sponsored them by helping out with the funds to supply them important items.
However, I had a past... A past I could not forget and forgive myself for. It is something that i kept hidden from my parents... even the world... and i feel responsible for it. I am still trying to forget about it but... i could not. I cannot believe that I am the cause of it without the whole world knowing it.
This happened on the middle of May 2015. It was my 16th visit to the middle east and I was excited to see the happy faces of the people that I helped out. I remembered the whole events. I was kidnapped that night when I was asleep. The whole village that night, was burnt and the villagers were killed... Just because of me...
After I was kidnapped, i was brought to a terrorist camp and jailed in a cave system for weeks. The terrorist forced me to build a missile so they can annihilate the counter-terrorist bases. And then, I met this person... His name was John and he is a veteran of the british armies. Him and I were jailed in the same room to build the missile. He was a good man and genius like me though his age had a total difference. His age was 64 years old and I am 16. I also asked how long he had been here and he said...
"I had been here for a year." I was surprised. He must had miss his family so much. His wife, grown up childrens and grandchildrens...
This guy, he always talks about art, poems, famous writers and philosophers. He was an educated person with a PhD from Oxford. He always talked about his entire life to me and teached me moral lessons. There is also something that he always love to do, watching the sunset. He really is a weird person. But, i assured him that we will escape from here and fly to the sunset. He laughed, i don't know why and when I asked, he didn't answered. Oh well...
We secretly build a secret powerful weapon to aid our escape. We call it, the Mobile Suit. A suit of powered armor with high levels of combat abilities. The whole armor itself are made out of scrap metal, paper clips and aluminium cans but the armors were immune to gunshots, we used the theory to deflect bullets from penetrating our armor. The suit also had thrusters each on it's limbs, being it able to fly even the suit doesn't have an aero-dynamic shape.
We build each for our selves. The first Mobile Suits, we call it the Nemo. It was powered by car batteries and could function at least for fourty five minutes before the power runs out. This, was the first super-weapon that mankind ever made, and I had created history, that no one will ever know.
A few weeks days later, John and I made our attempt to escape from the prison. We blew the workshop (our cell) up and triggered the alarm, alerting the whole base. During the escape, we took some rifles from the guard's station and ran to the exit as fast as we could. We eliminated a lot of guards when we made our way to the exit and for the first time, I made my first kill. When I first killed, half of me felt bad, but half of me felt...Joy...why?
We almost made our way to the exit, But damn... a group of terrorist armed with rocket launchers and rifles approaches us and my armor ran out of power and could not run faster then it was before. In my mind, This is it, I'm doomed for good but then, the backpack of the armor opened, John took out the battery from his armor and place it in mine.
"What are you doing?! Run!." He shook his head, but under the helm, i could see him smile. It was angelic.
"No, you go my friend, destiny awaits you in front. I want you to become successful and full your dreams. I am old and i had fullfilled my destiny." He said. I widen my eyes and shouted
"Remember our promise!?, we will escape from here and fly thru the sunset!"
"No, we didn't. I will be meeting my families in the next life. NOW GO!." He said and pushed me. That is why he laughed that day, i felt really dumb.
"JOHN!" I shouted his name as he ran to the group of terrorist.. and blew himself up, killing himself and the terrorists. The cave was crumbling down after the explosion occured. I quickly ran to the mouth of the cave and escaped the collapsion. The cave, had completely collapsed.
I was angry. Seeing my comrade die for me. There are only two sides who must be blamed.
It was me.
And the terrorists.
Filled with hatred and anger, I walked out from the mouth of the cave and faced the whole army.
"FIRE!" They fired at me with assault rifles continuously. However, the shots didn't manage to penetrate the armor and deflects from the layers. I stood there, mighty. As the fire stops, I can see it, the fear in their eyes.
"My turn." I said and extended my arms forward. Under the gauntlets, it spitted out large pillars of flames, burning the camp, burning the terrorists and burning... my hatred... as I watch them screaming from the intense heat of the flames. It continued for thirty seconds and I stopped. Seeing the whole base burnt, I flew away from the camp.
I am lost, I didn't know where to go or where am I. I walked through the desert without the armor. I had buried the armor in the sands, If that kind of weapon falls on the wrong hands, chaos will rain... and the first thing that came through my mind.. is the government.
That is all, the last thing I remembered, was a chopper landing in front of me and i lost my consciousness.
The next day in the hospital, I had been treated and the authority asked me questions. How did I escape?
"I don't remember" I lied. Who the hell would believe in you that you destroyed a terrorist base alone in an armor that was made out of crap.
That is all what they asked. I told them to keep this away from the media and they agreed as I am a VIP . Simple as that. When I got home, the news didn't told about the incident. My parents in Tokyo knew about it, they got worried sick because of it. Well, the people in the Middle East knew about it but the news didn't spread.
I was lucky the news didn't spread through the whole world. The day when I woke up in the hospital, one thing came through my mind.
I want to stop this terrorism once and for all.
In a month, i created a new Mobile Suit with newer technologies. I created, the Beam Saber, Beam Rifle and other new weaponries. And also, the successor of the prototype Nemo
The GM II...
However, It came with a cost. I found out how to create a new power source for the Mobile Suit, the Arc Reactor.
It was a blue electromagnet that I grafted in to my chest. It emits pure energy, giving the Mobile Suit it's power and giving me higher attributes. I don't know why, I gained super-human strength, agility, reflexes, awareness and a sixth sense. I called myself... a Newtype human.
This whole technology, i kept it a secret from the whole world. I invented a memory manipulator device and commanded Jarvis to hack in to the military system to erase my case in the Middle East.
The device was a flash on the GM's forehead that penetrates optic nerves and straight into their brain, disrupting the memory core and fades it. It was to erase any memory that a civillian had about me. What am I a superhero comic? flashing his superpowers? No, this is the real world and it's cruel.
I need to stop this. I need to end this once and for all. That is what I thought and were desperate to do it. I flew out from Japan to the Middle East, and headed towards a small remoted village that had been under the terrorist's control.
I raided the village, killing the terrorists like they were nothing. They deserved it, causing people to suffer is the most unforgivable act. But my first ever kill... what was that again... fun?... Yes.. it is.
As I continue to kill and kill every single terrorists in the villages, I became a maniac. i didn't realize that I had the 'smile' each time I killed.
Is this for righteousness? Or just bad? I didn't think about it, I slaughtered every one of them by slicing them with hot beams.
Then, I erased the memories of the villagers with the device and continue to the next village. What memories that I deleted from them? Well, I only erased their memories about me raiding the village and the GM II.
But, something put me to an end from all this slaughtering. I was in the 6th village after killing all the terrorists in the village, I approached a boy to erase his memories, he looks like an eight year old, When i approached him with the memory erase device,
He looked at me... with fear in his eyes...
Then, it was like an electric zapped through my head, and I just realized, I had took a hundred of lives. When I turned my head to look behind, there it was. It was a mess, corpses and bloods that I caused.
"Wait... how many terrorist i have killed... so many blood ...so many..." I still remembered that I said it, like a maniac.
Is this what John wants? for me to be a war machine? He only had a simple wish from me, to live and fullfil my dreams. Yeah, my dreams, to become a useful human.
Ever since i commit the killing spree, I repaired my mental state slowly... I don't want to be a killing machine ever again. it had been hard, I lock my self in my house for weeks and had dreams about the raid every damn night. I can't believe I did that, I can't believe i became a killer that got away from his crimes and i can't believe I still get to breath until now.
However, I still kept on developing new Mobile Suits just in case. Then, on the television was a news, a mysterious incident: Who Killed Them All?. This issue became huge around the world and they call the killer of the terrorists... The Reaper... I.. was The Reaper, I was scared... How can I even became a killing machine? HOW many lives had I took?
Should I surrender myself to the world? No, they were terrorists! And they deserve to die!, This words kept my mental state stable. I started to drink and smoke like most delinquent adults do since that day. I don't know... I just felt like taking those illegal stuffs to ease my mind.
Until this day, this incident was only known by me and Jarvis. I am not sure though, there could be witnesses there that escaped. Well, I wish whoever the witness was kept my secret too.
It had been a year since the incident and I feel alright now. I could laugh, smile, tell jokes and entertaining myself. I also re-open my company and Hyoudou Tech are now creating anti-terrorism technology.
This is what John wants, for me to live my life. He sacrificed his life just for me and I must not waste his sacrifice. Well, this is it. Hyoudou Issei...
Out*Webcam Off SFX*
"Jarvis, keep the recordings in a safe folder will ya?."
[[Yes sir. I am glad that you are feeling better now.]]]
"Thanks Jarvis... I'm going to the city hall now. Gonna introduce the AR100."
Cool right? a guy told me that I should insert a prologue so I made one. So, does that make it clear? I hope so :v
