Isn't that an odd philosophy for a vampire?
The title is actually a quote by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro (a name that I've never heard of until today ^^"). So, this is another vampire story. I must say that I had the choice between a vampire virus and (the more common one) the zombie virus. But I thought that you wouldn't like to read that any your favorite 07-Ghost character turned into an unattractive zombie.
Note: If you're sick of reading vampires because you have already enough from Twilight, Vampire Knight, Dracula or any other series and movies that I don't know, believe me, I am too. -_-lll That is why my plot is more concentrated on the genre of science-fiction, politic and philosophy than fantasy.
Disclaimers: I do not own 07-Ghost, its characters and its concepts. I do not own the quotes, sayings and proverbs.
Warning: The following content may not be suitable for serious democrats. If you are a democrat and you can't take my jokes (and even with this warning, you still read my fiction), I can only apologize by telling you that it's because I thought that democrats are more open than any proponents of other political form. So… *glup*
Warning: The upper warning wasn't mean to be harmful to the proponents of other political forms…
(Damn! I scrap my intro. 囧)
Ok, forget it.
Please read the story and enjoy.
PROLOGUE
Barsburg National Academy was a private high school, ranked as the leading educational institution in Barsburg by numerous media and online rankings. The school's color: black: black buildings, black gates, black uniforms, black desks and seats, black meal in the cafeteria and black china for the toilet bowl. It was a color reflecting dark emptiness, absorbing all light coming in and tolerating no light to escape – symbolizing power, anarchy and death…
Before the beginning of class, students always liked to gather in group, using all the free time given to continue conversations, as today morning.
"I learn it from the news; their occurrences are more often, even during days!" announced a student waving the daily newspaper.
"Really, don't they fear the sun?" said one.
"They must have put a special sunscreen or something from the black market," said another one.
As always, a leading speaker caught quickly the attention of others. A group of people soon crowded around him.
"But no worry my fellows; the governments will soon develop the ultimate vaccine that can turn a vampire back to a normal human being," the student with the newspaper continued, putting his right fist up as if he was or part of the heroes that could save everyone.
"But what if they cost money?" "My daddy was bitten and they said that they had no choice but to put him in a rehab. I've never seen him since!" "That what happened to my sister!" "That's what happened to my dog!" "Arg, that stupid bird flu, I wish they'll figure out soon what kind of mutate bird that is such a pain in the ass and so we can eliminate it all!" Murmurs grew.
"Bird flu? – Oh my dear comrade, how many bird do you think those media have made us kill?" said a loner sitting in the corner of the classroom. He was called Hakuren Oak. He then stood up and joined the crowd. "Why don't you go listen a bird trial and find out who's the real criminal instead of taking the words of the news without questioning your common senses? Of course, I'm not implying that there exist bioterrorists that are spreading a virus that can change human into something similar to a vampire (which surprisingly explains why the so-called vampires aren't afraid of sun light), and bringing chaos and then giving protections and aids can help the authorities to gain power and trust, and also selling vaccine which was developed at the same time as the virus can help their medical department to make more money. No, I'm not saying that of course."
In silence, the entire class stared at Hakuren in disbelieve. Their gaze concentrated on him with disgust and prejudgment. Hakuren calmly stood firmly in the middle, surrounded by eyes that were blinded by the media, the lies and false hope spit out from the government's sweet speeches. Now, who said it takes one person to change the world?
"Wow, I forgot my homework at home. Better go get it." Hakuren walked towards the exit of the class.
"What the hell is he saying?" whispered one student. "Is he against our authority?"
"Bioterrorism? That's impossible, our country is in peace!" yelled the boy with the newspaper.
Hakuren ignored his classmates' comments. Although, it wasn't because of humiliation or guilt for what he just said, he had to hide himself for what was going to come next. He went to the restroom and washed his face. He leaved the water flowing underneath the large mirror in which he looked at his own reflection. Desperately, he pushed his long blond hair away, revealing the scar on his neck. As his vision blurred, he lost balance and fell on the cold wet ceramic.