Another Shade of Red

by Solaris Prime

Red players. Player Killers. It's one of the biggest things others both feared and hated in SAO. One player wears such a banner, and his blade has shed more blood than he cares to admit. Yet with the progression of the game, he carries on, in constant danger of the monsters before him and the players seeking vengeance. Is this a story of redemption? Or hopeless damnation?

Stupid... insane... idiotic... self-rightious 'heroes'. They swear up and down that they do what they do for the people of SAO. The prisoners of Sword Art Online. They eliminate the threats to other lives, push onward to clear the game, and they will push themselves to the absolute limit to keep themselves alive as well as those they care about. Monsters, obstacles, anything that would cause someone to die, they will step in and take the heat, certain they will save the day.

I am not one of those people. In fact, one look at me and you'd think the complete opposite.

I am the one they set out to 'eliminate.' I am the one that causes people to clear the streets in and out of towns. I'm dangerous, erratic, and a prime candidate for immediate execution on site. Surely you see what I'm getting at. A person shunned by this virtual society. Someone who was never meant to log on to SAO.

I'm a red player... A PK, a Player Killer. I have broken the most holy rule of this death game, but my fear of death causes me to kill many more as I hopelessly try to push through the game on my own. This is my story, but even after all this time, I am left to wonder. Is my story one of redemption? Or of eternal damnation?

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A teaser for my upcoming fanfic. Stay tuned for more soon!