Author's Note: Hello everybody! My name is Kaseixjaa. This is the first story I've ever written seriously outside of a school setting. What can I say? D Gray-Man was such a moving show—it inspired me. I hope you enjoy my story, and please, if you don't mind, take a few moments to write me a review. Feel free to give me suggestions, point out any mistakes I might've missed, tell me what you liked, what you didn't, anything! I'm interested in hearing everyone's opinions, as long as they're not pointless flames.
Also, I wrote chapters one through five before submitting it online, so you probably won't see anymore of these notes until later on in the story.
Once again, I hope you enjoy my story.
Where am I?
The air was dense yet empty; the stench of death clung in the air. The smell of blood was pungent, that familiar coppery taste pervading her nose and mouth.
She surveyed the landscape from her make-shift chair. She was perched upon a crumbling ruin—a lone island surrounded by more debris and the endless sea. The water was blood red, reflecting the ominous black crescent moon. The satellite was so low in that same blood red sky, she need only outstretch her arm to touch it.
She, she, she, she, she… Only she. Where was everyone else?
She tried to call out, but could make no sound. Her voice was broken it seemed, caught in her throat.
A deep stillness permeated the atmosphere. The world was dead. Had she become the sole survivor of some cataclysmic catastrophe?
I can't remember.
Her mind was blank.
As the girl struggled with conflicting thoughts and emotions, something flickered in her peripheral vision. Movement? She tracked its source, horrified eyes locking on the twisted visage of a charred and scarred arm, reaching from the beneath the sea. For a moment, the limb jerked and contorted, vainly grasping, trying to reach something, but only clutching air. Unable to anchor itself, the hand slid beneath the surface, falling prey to the watery chasm below.
She screamed.