ONE PUNCH MAN: QUEEN OF ICE
Prologue: For the King of the Underworld!
TIME: 12:00 PM
LOCATION: Y-City, Unknown Whereabouts
It was the middle of the night, in Y-City. The moonlit sky was scattered with tiny bright stars, that shone onto the cement roads with a beautiful midnight gleam, And yet despite all this beauty, the world is still shaking from the chaos that ensued not even days ago. Families were lost, loved ones were killed, and a whole city was destroyed.
Unfortunately, there was no time for peace. For the wanted B-Class Criminal, Pickle had other motives. Motives that drove his delusions of being the king among common thugs.
Rumors had it that weapons of mass destruction were being handed out in an alleyway, in the secluded area of Y-City. For any normal crime lord, they'd be skeptical, but for Pickle, he saw this as an opportunity he didn't wanna pass up. After all, this could be his chance to bump his criminal status from B-Class to A-Class!
Plus, his brain is shaped like a pickle.
"Boss, are you sure that they said to meet in this deep dark alley?" One of the grunts twiddled his tired thumbs as he looks around the tight dark alley, with a deep dense fog looming the alley like a hawk to its prey. He was clearly scared and tired and wanted to go to bed. Not helping was his boss being an utter prick about it.
"'Course they did!" Pickle snapped at this outspeaking thug with aimless rage, aiming his pistol at the thug who whimpered like a little girl, tempted to shoot. "They said to meet in the super dark alley where the walls are so thick that no one could hear you scream! How hard is that to understand?!"
The thugs stayed quiet, despite knowing that those choices of words sounded more than suspicious. After all, any moment of outspeaking against Pickle and it'd be cleaning the toilets back in the hideout for all of them. Much to Pickle's pleasure, as he lowers the gun back to his belt. His thugs were always an annoying bunch of stepping stones to become the best criminal in the dang world, anyway. They were, in short, expendable.
"Oh~! A tough guy, I see~!" A thick ominous whisper grazes the ears of Pickle and his group of thugs, making even the most brash-looking of men shuttering like puppies out in the cold. Suddenly, the fog begins to disperse to the sides as a shadowy cloaked figure appears, standing right in front of their very eyes. "I wonder how tough you'll be in these following minutes~. Hm~hm~hm~hm!"
With such an ominous presence, Pickle and his group can't help but shake and shudder in terror. This man, he had a psychotic aura surrounding him, as if he was eagerly ready to pounce and shred through each and every one of them.
"B-b-boss...! Let's leave! This guy seems like he's trouble!" One of his henchmen whispers in Pickle's ear. If it were any other scenario, he'd probably snap at the expendable thug and let him know his place. But in this particular situation, Pickle doesn't do that. Not in the slightest. But, as an arrogant and overconfident leader, he hides his fright underneath a cracked mask, as he merely grunts in response and pushes the thug aside.
"Yo!" Pickle, in attempts to act tough by gluing his shattered confidence back together, shouts in rage at the cloaked figure. "You said to meet here and I'll get weapons of my desire! Where're the weapons you promised?!"
"... You're quite a blockhead, aren't you? Hue~hue~hue~! Pee~ee~erfect!" The creepy figure gives out an eerie giggle, like the one you'd find in a horror movie, as he slowly approaches Pickle and his gang with bloodthirsty intent. "You fodder are perfect little sheep to fill his appetite~! But best make sure you're still in one piece! Who knows when I'll... LOSE CONTROL~!"
"... Wha?" Pickle stood there, baffled, confused, and frightened. He didn't know what this man was planning, nor what his intentions were, but it was painfully evident that this man wasn't right. He stood there like some deranged lunatic gleefully waiting to break loose from his cell. He... Was he gonna kill them?! "H-HEY! D-don't go changing the subject! W-we're talking about weapons. Not your bloodlust! And if you don't have any..."
Suddenly, with a simple gesture from Pickle, guns of all sorts were all readily aimed at this shadowy figure as his voice became masked beneath a tone that sounded demanding and threatening. He wasn't gonna get murdered by some weirdo in a cloak in the middle of the night.
"Though perhaps I should explain my ambitions to the cattle, first. I am Ig'ran. Member of The Chosen Ones. Why I lured you here is simple..." The shadowy man ignores the threatening tone as he prepares to pounce. His psychopathic smile is barely contained, and his murderous aura squeezes the men like a vice. "You are here for-"
"F-fire!"
Without letting the cloaked man finish, Pickle commands his squad to fire every bullet, every gun, every single ammunition they have on this man. Thousands of rounds were fired. The following attack devastated the entire alley with bullet holes, soot, and missing chunks of concrete. The large explosions cover the already foggy halls with black smoke and dust.
"Gotcha, fucker!" Pickle grunts as his egotistical smirk arises. Believing he had achieved victory over this creepy bozo. However, as the soot, smoke, and dust clear out, the good vibes and confidence Pickle had been completely obliterated, as all the bullets the men have fired are seen, floating in the air with a bloody red aura. Similar to that of an esper.
"-Slaughter~!"
Suddenly, as the sounds of clinging bullets riddles the floor, Pickle felt something caving into his face. Almost like a finger was laid on his nose. Not a second later and his eyes suddenly meet vertically, as suddenly, the scenery changes into the midnight sky. Not even one moment of thought before suddenly, a black abyss swallows his vision whole, until it's all coated in a dark void.
The thugs all turned to the cloaked figure, eyes wide in shock. They glanced over to the corpse of their fallen fellow leader, who was now a corpse with a disembodied head. With astounding power, Pickle's head was instantly flattened at speeds they could not hope to detect. The head was completely torn from the body and made into a mushy red chunk before it was sent to the sky, for those chunks to rain down like water pellets.
"Oops... I GUESS I LOST CONTROL~!"
The thugs, who were already shaken by this cloaked man, all looked flabbergasted and startled for their lives. They had just seen their leader ruthlessly murdered by some sort of psychopath. Screams of bloody murder were hollered, and some even tried to run out of the alley before the fog began to barricade the exit and became a wall of scorching hot fire.
"Now, now~!" The cloaked figure cackles at the sight of these terrified men, "We don't need to run away~! Your slaughter will be inevitable regardless! Now, come~! And let lord Pluton see the great deeds I greet to him~! Let your slaughter be the signs of his release from the underworld!"
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THIRTY MINUTES LATER
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You'd expect some sort of period of rest when a cataclysmic attack strikes the heart of the Earth. When the aftermath of the Alien Invasion over A-City is starting to subside. Unfortunately, for the vigilante named Kori, that was only a distant fantasy.
She still vividly remembers how intimidating that day was. The enormous mothership hovering above the annihilated remains of A-City was still fresh in her mind. The ship destroyed nearly everything with a single bombardment. She wasn't even in the same city during the attack, yet this news still shook her to the very core. A shake so abrupt and powerful that it'd pushed her to attempt creating her own group of heroes! One that could rival the Hero Association, and actually treat the people they swore to protect as they should be treated! Just like those comics she used to read…
The Alien Invasion was a double-edged sword to her, but that's not something she'll admit to. After all, she had friends and family in A-City, and to say that would feel like betrayal to their friendship. Nor is it the topic she's currently focused on. That one is far more gruesome.
What lies in front of her, she only could imagine that it would be the vivid fantasy that a deranged monster daydreams about. Hell, this might even be worse.
The alley was filled with corpses. Kori could count ten, that are still in-tact. The rest were painted onto the floor and walls like a crime scene, with the mangled limbs and chopped innards scattered with the chunks of meat and flesh making the cherry on top. She could barely contain her lunch, at the sight of all this.
But they all shared a theme. On the left cheek of the non-mutilated corpses, there was a symbol carved into them. The symbol was a star that was contained in a circle. However, the circle had ears, similar to that of a pig, but with devilish spikes to add the features.
"Could it be…?" Kori immediately thought of a small cult group. They called themselves The Chosen Ones. They supposedly had worshipped a pig-man named Pluton, but ever since the Sea Folk incident in J-City, they disappeared without a trace. Some people even thought they were just a weird fever dream. But they always dawned these symbols on their robes.
At that moment, it was eerily clear to Kori that these people were real, and they were not human. Even the most despicable of criminals would grimace at this scene. This means they were none other than monsters.
The temperature of the surrounding air began to drop as Kori clenches her fists, with a glowing white aura surrounding them. The puddles of blood that her toes dipped in started to freeze, as she grinds her teeth with fury. She wasn't always one to get pissed at monsters, but with what had just happened a few days ago, and what she's looking at now, she'll make an exception to get angry.
"I swear… I'll kill these monsters…" She grumbles under her cold and icy breath. "I'll kill them!"
And with not another word uttered, she leaves the frozen crime scene, with new-filled determination to kill these worthless wretches called monsters, no matter what obstacle passed her way. Even the Hero Association.
Author's Note: Okay... This is my first time making a fanfiction about One Punch Man, and basically, my first fanfiction ever to attempt writing canon characters... Even though I haven't really written a canon character, yet... It takes place a couple days after Boros' Alien Invasion on A-City. And if I remember correctly, King doesn't meet Saitama until a couple months later, so I think it's safe to say that this starts before King's arc.
First, this will hopefully be one of the more gruesome scenes that this story will have. And those won't be a whole lot if you're wondering. This is a monster you're dealing with, so I took some liberties to imagine what a slaughter-fest against a monster would look like. At least those guys weren't innocent people, they were thugs, criminals, and crooks.
Kori will be interesting. She'll be a superpowered vigilante in a world where basically 1% of the pro heroes have superpowers. I'm still trying to figure out some of her story arcs, and see where she'll ultimately go, but I think you'll enjoy her, nonetheless!
So, anyway, criticism is appreciated, I'd love to hear your feedback and all that stuff... If you're at all interested in helping out with the story, that'd be much appreciated! In honesty, a proof-reader or something like that could be much appreciated! I don't see too much long-term goals for it, nor do I see this as something I'll dedicate a huge portion of time to, but I'd love to work on it for as long as I can, and put enough time into it that you'll still get some well-written chapters in a decently paced manner!
Well, that should be it for me! Chiao~!
EDIT: Hello, me again. I decided that I'm going to revamp the story! While this chapter is remaining relatively the same, you'll find that the next chapters to come will be very different from what I originally had. I'll try to update more frequently, too, so you guys aren't left in the dark about this.
Well, Chiao~!