Hello everyone. I consider this as my first official fanfic and I hope you will like it. :D
I was known as Luka the Devastator, Luka the Terrifying, Luka the Killer . . .
Of those who have seen me, few survive. Those who have seen me told Tokyo TV that I look like a small child with a robotic left arm, with long pink hair, and tattered fairy wings.
That was 10 years ago. They do not have any new witnesses. I have become really good at my job. Many things changed over the ten years;
I was moved to London
My breasts got much larger
You can't tell my arm is robotic
I replaced my fake fairy wings for a tattooed one on my back
I know what you're thinking, "Luka, what did you do to get moved to London?" I didn't do anything. It was all you. Yes, you, the readers of this story.
My boss, Kagamine, owns most of the world, through a business called, 'The Unit'. The only people who fought back are the Australians, and through watching your History-disks, you know what happened to them.
Some rebels in London though, decided that they shouldn't stay underground anymore, and instead of being good citizens, going to work for three dollars a day, going back home to their shacks to see their kids, safe, alive, and well, they decided to fight back.
And I took out all of them, and their wives, husbands, daughters, and sons.
It was very bloody, but even after the fight, there was word that there were still many more rebels left in the city, hiding out, and rumors of a pink haired boy traveling with them. . .
To those who are reading, the people who know what happened after the London Massacre, you know how most of New York was destroyed, and you know how Tokyo was nuked, but you never heard my side of the story.
If you are reading this, this is not really Luka Megurine; this is her memory, Luka . . .
is dead.
How was that? Please review. For reading the first chapter, you get ice cream XD *gives everyone ice cream*
