Introduction: I only recently finished watching Burst Angel a couple days ago. Wasn't the best anime I ever saw, but there were parts of it I liked. The biggest problem with it though was the ending. It was pretty opened-ended, not to mention a downer. But it's endings like that one that inspire people to write fan fiction. And being a fan of the Yuri genre that I am, I wanted to do something with it.

The idea for this story formed fairly quickly. So I just decided to run with it, partly to give myself a short break from another project I'm doing. Admittedly I'm also doing this story as a way to deal with some stress in my life right now. So sit back, and enjoy the ride. Though I warn you that parts of it will be a tad dark.

Disclaimer: I do not own Burst Angel.

Prologue

Every nation around the world has at least one great city, a capital that acts as a center of art, culture, and commerce. That city becomes a shining gem in the land that people flock to. Yet over time as the city builds up and becomes more crowded it develops a den of vermin in its foundation. And if these vermin are left unchecked, the crime of the city skyrockets and the once great city falls into ruin, becoming a bloated corpse of what it once was. Though there have been cities throughout time that have recovered from such a state, very often there is little chance of a city like that to return to what it once was.

Such was the case with Tokyo Japan in the not-to-distant future. The level of crime in Tokyo had escalated to such a level that the city's government felt that there was no choice but to allow its citizens to carry guns to defend themselves. But in allowing the people to carry weapons Tokyo became a war zone, and the government fought back by creating the police force known as RAPT. The methods of RAPT were so extreme that most of the time criminals were simply killed rather than arrested. And behind it all was a secret organization that attempted to use Tokyo as a launching point for world war.

But before RAPT and the people pulling their strings could carry out their plans, a young woman who was a product of their own super soldier program, Jo Carpenter, came and completely destroyed them, seemingly giving her own life in the process. Three days had passed since the destruction of RAPT headquarters, and the scum of Tokyo had already begun to regroup. That night in the middle of an old junkyard in one of the shadier parts of the city, a gang of five bikers were sitting around a flaming barrel drinking and merely hanging out. The leader of the bikers was a bald and somewhat overweight man wearing faded jeans and a black leather jacket without a shirt.

"Man, I'm bored." The leader of the bikers declared. "What the hell are we even doin' here anyway? We should be celebratin' now that those RAPT jokers are gone."

"What'd you have in mind boss?" another biker with spiked green hair and several nose rings, eyebrow studs, and earrings asked.

"I dunno, tear up the streets or somethin'." The leader of the bikers replied. "We should be raisin' hell right now, but instead we're just sittin' here and getting' drunk off our asses."

"Excuse me gentlemen." A male voice with a southern accent interrupted. "I was just passin' through and could not help but overhear your conversation. Perhaps I could be of some assistance in helpin' y'all find a way to entertain yourselves."

The bikers looked and saw standing near them a slender but muscular man with sickly pale skin and silver hair. He wore black sunglasses and a black leather vest over a white muscle shirt, along with a faded pair of grey jeans and snakeskin boots. The buckle of his black belt was silver and shaped like a human skull with fangs. Beginning from the left side of the silver-haired man's face were several odd black tattoos that extended all the way down his left arm.

"Get lost loser!" the leader of the bikers ordered.

"And just what'll yew do if I don't?" the silver-haired man asked.

"I'll show ya what I'll do!" the leader of the bikers said as he got up from where he was sitting and picked up a metal pipe.

The leader of the bikers stormed over to the silver-haired man and raised his arm to swing the pipe. But suddenly, faster than any of the other bikers could see, the leader's head was taken clean off. The next thing the other biker's knew as their fallen leader's headless body fell to the ground, the silver-haired man's right forearm was covered in metal and his hand had become a claw covered in blood. The silver-haired man brought in his blood-soaked claw and opened his mouth far wider than any normal human could possibly do, revealing two rows of sharp fangs within. He then began licking the blood off with a long inhuman tongue.

"What are you?" asked a biker with a shaved head and purple sunglasses in a frightened tone. The silver-haired man stopped licking his claws and looked at the bikers with a fanged grin.

"The devil's come down from Georgia boys, and you're lookin' at 'im." The silver-haired man answered. "The name's Damian Jones."

"A-Are you going to kill us too?" the green-haired biker asked.

"Well now that all depends on how y'all react next." Damian said as his hand returned to normal and he walked up to them. "Now if all yew fine gentlemen decide to run away or fight me I'll kill yew like I killed your former leader just now. However, if yew gentlemen decide to follow me I will show y'all power and glory beyond your wildest fantasies. Now how does that sound to yew?"

"Whatever you say boss." The biker with the shaved head said quickly. "I'm Skids, by the way."

"And I'm Axel." The biker with the green hair cut in. "It's a pleasure to be workin' for ya boss." The other two bikers nodded frantically to Damian as a sign of their loyalty.

"Seems like yew boys aren't as dumb as I first thought." Damian commented. "I'm sure y'all will be quite useful to me."

"So what's the plan boss?" Skids asked.

"I came to this fair city to do two things." Damian began as he turned and looked out at the city. "The first is to put this place under my thumb, which I believe I can quickly accomplish with your help."

"And… the second thing?" Axel asked hesitantly.

"There's someone 'round these parts who I want to maim and kill with a great passion." Damian answered as he turned back around to face is new gang. "Perhaps yew boys have heard of her, a gal named Jo Carpenter."

"I've heard of her." Skids admitted. "A lot of people in this city call her the angel of death. But boss, the word is she's dead."

"Yeah, I heard she got herself blown up taking out RAPT." Axel interjected.

"To die taking down thy enemy, the kind of death every great warrior dreams of." Damian commented. "But yew know boys, somethin' is tellin' me that the lovely Ms. Carpenter is far too tough to be taken out by somthin' as simple as an explodin' buildin'. I do believe she is still alive."

"So ya gonna try and hunt her down?" Skids asked.

"All in good time my dear Skids, all in good time." Damian replied. "I'm a patient man, and though I have waited a long time to achieve my goal of killin' Ms. Carpenter, I can wait a little longer. They say the anticipation I half the fun. For now I suggest we focus our efforts on making this city our own."

"You can count on us boss." Skids assured him. "So what's our first move?"

"First we build our army and expand our territory." Damian answered. "It will take some time, but soon enough Tokyo will belong to us."

Author's Note: Kind of a short prologue, I know. The main purpose of it was to introduce the story's villain. The reason Damian ended up having a southern accent is because when I was coming up with his character I ended up thinking of that song, The Devil Went Down To Georgia, and it just kinda stuck. Of course I'm not that good at writing accents, but I see it as sort of a challenge. So in the end I had a villain that acted a little like a southern gentleman, dressed like a biker, and had the personality of a beast.

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