Code Geass my way!

By: superj2012

Chapter 1

The orphaned child…

Sixteen years ago I was born near Tokyo, Japan. A beautiful baby girl with a secret. I had long wavy black hair, brown eyes and a cute smile or at least that's what my mother told me before she died. I was only five, I remember waking up to the

sound of my mother crying and mumbling something under her breath. She franticly got me up and briskly helped me get my clothes on, whispering to me that everything was going to be alright. I was scared, I heard screaming and gun shots in the

distance. When I was dressed she told me, as she fought back tears, to get in the small basement.

"Aren't you coming mother?" I asked.

She explained that her and father couldn't fit. The rest came so quickly it was all a blur, a knock at the door, voices, gun shots, my mother screaming, more gun shots, and then silence. I waited, like an obedient little girl, sobbing softly and trembling

with fear. When night came with an empty quietness, I nervously crept out of my hiding space. Only to find that my house was completely destroyed.

"Mother?" I whispered.

"Mother?" I yelled; no answer.

Then I saw her arm sticking out from under a piece of the roof.

"Mother!" I ran to her and pushed the piece of roof off her, only to find her covered in blood and already dead.

"Mother." I sobbed.

I grasped her cold, lifeless hand and pressed it to my tear stained face. She squeezed my hand back, I gasped. My eyes fearfully glowed red and my face lit up. Images of her raced through my head. Then I heard her, in my head, she told me that I

was special and I have powers like no other. She told me to take her necklace and remember she is always with me. Just as quickly as her voice came it was gone. My eyes returned to their normal brown color.

"What do you mean, mother?" I wondered out loud.

I tenderly took her necklace off, put it on my own neck. Then with one last glance at her, I got up and quickly ran away crying. Away from the dead village, away from my dead mother and father. A five year old girl, now an orphan, who didn't know

where she was headed, all she did know was that it needed to be far far away from the horrible death.