False Angel Project
By : Tsuki no Shijima
Summary: A mysterious serial murder is happening in San Fransokyo. A surveillance camera recorded the mysterious murderer who's covered by a light in a pair of wings form. Who is this mysterious murderer? Why is he covered by light wings? And what will happened when Tadashi finds out the truth? Read to find out!
Warning: Beware of typos and bad grammar. English IS NOT my main language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Hero 6. I only own this story and some of the OCs.
Chapter 1 : A Mysterious Serial Murder and A Test-Subject
The night has fell down, covering the city of San Fransokyo with darkness. The lights from houses, buildings, and the streets were on. Decorating the night with colourful lights. It was almost midnight, but the city seemed to be still full of people. Wandering here and there, enjoying the night with their friends or acquaintances.
At the centre of the city, a silhouette stood on top of a high tower. The full moon was shining bright and illuminated the person's face a little. His eyes were gazing down to the city. His face was emotionless. The wind was playing with his hair. Suddenly, that person jumped off and there was a light on his back and changed to the form of a pair of light wings.
He flew to one of the high buildings and came into a room on the highest floor through the window. The glass broke down and shocking the only person in there. A man around his fifty shouted, "What the.., who are you?!" The winged silhouette didn't answer him. Instead, he widened his eyes as they were glowing red and there were some light balls in front of his light wings. Then, those light balls shoot the old man's body with daggers of light.
The old man died, with a pool of blood around him. The light daggers soon changed into with feathers, as if they were harmless. After that, the winged guy turned around and flew off from the building into the night sky. Leaving his victim died alone in his room
(Time Skipped)
*At Kishimura Mansion*
A young man was standing in a room. Placing some books and other materials into his brown leather sling bag. "Yosh! I'm ready for school!" he said smilingly. He then went out and headed to downstairs for breakfast. In the dining room, he saw his adoptive parents were there. "Good morning, aunt Rina, uncle Tobi!" he greeted them and sat down on the empty chair.
"Morning Tadashi."
"Good morning, sweetie! Here's your toasts. Want me to spread the jam for you?"
"Sure. Chocolate hazelnut, please!"
"Of course!" she giggled. Uncle Tobi was reading a new local newspaper with a hard look on his face. "So, uncle. Anything new in the newspaper you are erading now?" Uncle Tobi sighed and put it down to other side of the table. "Well, the mysterious serial murder happened again last night."
Aunt Rina gasped, "Oh, my! Who was the victim this time, dear?"
"It was Thomas Rainfall, the president of Rainfall Corp. and he was murdered in his own office."
"Why the polices haven't arrested the murder? I'm sure at least there was a surveillance camera in his office," Tadashi asked. Aunt Rina placed his toasts in front of him and he ate one of them. aunt rina also sat down on her chair to listen about what they were talking. "Yes. That's the problem. Those surveillance cameras had recorded the murder scene. But the murderer was not evident as he was covered by a light and it was in a form of a pair of wings. Weird? Yes, I know. But from the look of it, the murderer seemed to be pretty young himself."
"It's like an angel who killed him. But of course, angels don't exist," Tadashi laughed nervously.
"And, even if they exist, they won't kill people," aunt Rina added.
"Oh well, I'm off to school now. See you later, aunt Rina, uncle Tobi!"
"Be careful on the way!"
"And don't come home late, young man!"
"Hehe, I will!" then Tadashi went out and off to school with his red moped.
*Somewhere, in a Mysterious Lab*
A young boy, around his fifteen, sat down on a sofa. He had a messy black hair, emotionless brown eyes, and wearing a set of white T-shirt and long pants. He was staring blankly at the ceiling in his not-so-big room. There were only a single bed, a sofa, a study table and chair, a fridge, a bathroom, and three bookshelves which were full of books. Mostly about robotics engineering.
His mind was flying out of nowhere. Thinking about something that could not be read by anyone. That was until a guy in white coat came inside to his room. "Good job last night, my Bloody Sunflower." The guy had a sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He was around his mid-thirty, and he didn't have a nice look on his face. He was smirking as the young boy turned his gaze toward him.
"You can have a day off from today's experiment session. But of course, you are not allowed to go out from this room. Anything to say?"
The young boy was silent for a while, then he said, "I want new books to read. And gummy bears."
"As usual, eh? I'll order someone to get what you want. Since you always did great jobs successfully, I guess it's not a big deal to give them as your reward. Later, my precious test-subject." The guy smirked and laughed as he left the young boy's room. The young boy only looked at him until the door was closed. He didn't feel anything. Not feeling irritated or annoyed when he heard him saying those words to him. No emotion at all. He then stared at the ceiling again.
Trying to remember those forgotten emotions. But, he only remembered things that he didn't even want to remember. He closed his eyes. Burying all of those good and bad memories, deep inside his heart.
"I don't need those memories. I don't need those emotions. I don't care about those forgotten emotions. I am no longer a human. So I don't need them. I'm just a test-subject now. Their test-subject.
Chapter 1 – End
Author's Note: Another story from me. Short chapter, it is. I'm still learning with my grammar and writing skill. Glad that there is a friend here who gives me some advices to help me learn. I hope I have improved since last time, even just a little, though. As I said, English IS NOT my main language. So, no flame please! Until next time~