Bleeding Pages
By K**chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Metropolis or any of its characters. They all belong to the man indirectly (or directly, however you see it) responsible for the giant, crowded anime conventions popping up all over the place and the fact that you can't see what color my walls are because of my collection of anime posters, Osamu Tezuka. Please, please, please do not sue poor little (err… more like freakishly tall) me, I only have my anime and … umm… never mind, I don't have anything else!
Author's Note: My friend Oo-Trissi-oO told me a few days ago that there are currently only TWO Metropolis fan fics on all of fanfiction.net!!! I was shocked. Driven by my love for Rock and his sadistic blue eyes, I've decided to fix this little fact. Warning: What you are about to read is very dark. If you are looking for something silly or light-hearted, you are in the wrong place! Anyway, this is Rock's journal from the time he was ten till he was sixteen. (I think that's how old he was in the movie.) It begins where Rock's country is attacked by Metropolis and ends near the end of Metropolis the movie. I've only seen the movie, since I haven't been able to find the manga anywhere (at least at a reasonable price, i.e., under $50). If anything in this story contradicts anything in the manga, please let me know in a review.
Now on with the journal!
February 2nd, 2044
My old journal has been reduced to ashes along with the rest of my town; the rest of my country. I'm writing on an old, crumpled paper bag, sitting in the middle of the smoldering ruins of my home. My name is Rock A- Oh, screw my last name, it doesn't matter anymore! My whole family is dead, most of them burned alive by the robotic army of Metropolis. Metropolis… how I hate that name… I hate them; I hate their people, their stupid leaders, and most of all, their robots!!! Oh god… now I'm ranting! When those idiots come to check this town for survivors, all they're going to find is one insane 10-year-old, ranting about robots and clutching a torn piece of paper and a pen.
-Rock
February 4th, 2044
It's so quiet now, except for the light pitter-patter of rain on the tin roof of my makeshift shelter and the occasional hum of a passing airplane. The sirens of ambulances and fire trucks no longer scream in the distance, they gave up long before my last entry. Over the last couple of days, (It's evening now.) I've built a lean-to of sorts for myself out of the wreckage of my home. The roof (which was once the stove top in my kitchen) leaks constantly and the walls have cracks in them between the boards. It's been raining for two days now, and I'm cold, wet, and miserable. I've managed to recover some of my family's possessions; my little sister's favorite doll, my mother's gold necklace, and, most importantly, my father's gun, which is still loaded. If any of those freaking Metropolis idiots come anywhere near me, I'll blow their ugly heads off.
-Rock
February 10th, 2044
I've actually seen the people of Metropolis. I'd been wondering for a long time whether or not they were ALL robots. They're light skinned men (mostly, I've seen one or two women), wearing sweaters with suspenders and black pants. On their feet are high boots and they have black arm bands. They've started looking for survivors from this town. A bit late, I think. It's been eight days since their last bombing. They haven't found me yet, and I'm not going to let them. Not until I'm ready. And if they try to take me, I'll shoot them dead.
-Rock
February 11th, 2044
I woke up this morning to see one of the Metropolis men standing over me, a gun in his right hand and the other one pointing at me. "Hey, look, there's a little boy over here," he called to one of his comrades. They grabbed me and took me away before I could even get my finger on the trigger. They confiscated my father's gun and took me to a drafty shelter where I now sit in the corner writing this. It's incredibly crowded in here; there must be at least 100 other people beside myself in this shelter. The shelter is a beige tent with a roof suspended by a line of poles going down the middle. Kerosene lamps hanging in the corners and from the supporting poles dimly light it. On the opposite side of the tent from me, there are tables with giant pots of noodles and jugs full of water. I don't trust them; I bet they're poisoned.
-Rock
February 13th, 2044
I've met some other orphans about my age in the shelter. We've spent the last few days trying to figure out how to escape and get back at the people of Metropolis. My friend Yasuo, who was my neighbor before our town was destroyed, has figured out how to turn off some of the robots. He says there's a button on their right shoulders that turns them off. As of yet, I haven't been able to get close enough to one of the robots that patrol the entrance of the shelter to verify this for myself. One of the other orphans, a pink haired girl named Eden, has figured out how to make slingshots out of strips torn from the tablecloths on the food tables and splinters of wood from the support posts on the tent. If the adults won't do anything, we will!
-Rock
February 15th, 2044
Eden announced to the other orphans today that she's heard rumors that one of the head leaders of Metropolis is coming tomorrow to speak with the survivors. This is the perfect opportunity for us to show those Metropolitans that we aren't going down with out a fight! The other orphans and I spent the day digging rocks out of the dirt floor of the shelter and making slingshots. The adults who've caught us have told us that slingshots won't do anything but enrage the Metropolitans, but it's the only option we have!
-Rock
To be continued…
K**chan: This is proving to be much more challenging than I thought! I know, I know, Rock sounds a bit too mature for a 10-year-old, but hey, I tried my best! I'll get the next chapter up ASAP, but school starts tomorrow, so I'll have less time to write. L Please review!!! ^_^