Fairytail does not belong to me, D:
But the plot does.
Longer Summary:
The world's out.
No electronics-ha- they blew up in the very first five minutes. I know, a real teenage horror story.
Money was diminished. Gone. Zippo.
It vanished into thin air.
So that's when people went crazy. No electronics, no money, what was next? Someone had successfully took over the world. But the remarkable thing was that no one even knew who this guy was. Until the day of the Take Over. The people of the world split. Forming groups they liked to call "Factions."
They raided, kidnapped, murdered, and so forth. It wasn't a crime. Oh, no- it's survival. That's the one rule the Ruler Of The World had given before he started this hellish event, those who survive, survive.
Now with a snitch -or mole- in The Night Breeze, Lucy and her friends are faced with another danger, another enemy. But the only thing on Lucy's mind is killing the bastard that started it all, Abaddon, even if it ends up killing herself in the process.
My name is Lucy Heartfilia, the only daughter of Jude and Layla Heartfilia, and I have so much blood on my hands I surprised they're not stained red. My faction is The Night Breeze, the most feared Faction of them all. Not to mention the most hated. And I, am the most wanted girl in the world.
The day started out like any other. Warm with a small breeze, kids running around outside, small white butterflies floating gracefully in the sky, it was almost perfect. Almost photogenic. That's when it happened. The rumbling ground, the millions of metal soldier like bodies cascading down Strawberry Street, the blue sky turning to an ugly green color, not to mention the ginormous T.V that was launched out of the ground and carried down the street by a thousand metal bodies. They yanked people out of their houses, killed any peaceful insects with their laser vision, and carried around strange guns that where never even imagined yet.
The T.V was black at first, but a few seconds later, a fuzzy screen took over. Filling the huge black screen with what you thought was 'snow' as a kid. A face appeared, smiling a toothy grin. He had gray hair, and blazing red eyes, full with excitement. The thing that stood out to Lucy, our young heroine in this story, was that he was visually impaired, revealing a large black eye patch over his right eye.
"Is it on? It is?" his calm voice asked, something that made everyone around Lucy stiffen. How dare he be calm!
"Ah yes, I know you must have various questions for me, citizens of the world-"
Did he just say world? Are these things everywhere?
"But I assure you, I mean you no harm."
Sighs rippled throughout Lucy's neighborhood. She heard a cheerful sob escape from father down the road. The man smiled,
"What fun would that be?"
The road fell silent once again, filled with fear. The soldiers laughed robotically, stopping when their master spoke up again.
"I was always into these kinds of games. And to think, the world is my board game! So here's the deal. Those things around you? They work for me. I have trillions of these guys, not to mention more in the making. There is no electronics anymore-"
A doubtful laugh rose from behind Lucy. As if the man on the screen had heard her, he laughed.
"Don't believe me? Check your cellphones."
And they did. Not one powered on. Anywhere.
The man smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "The paper you call money has been vaporized. Now here's the deal. Better listen close, this is how the world's going to be from now on. Now, one of my minions are approaching you with a small gray book bag, correct?"
They were. They threw that bag at the bottom of Lucy's feet. Reluctantly, she picked it up. The first person to do so on her street. He sighed,
"Now. In that bag is a couple things. A gun, tiny particles of food, a water canteen, a flashlight, and a first aid kit. That's all I can give you. The rest is up to you. There is no more laws. No more crime. When this bell rings, the new world begins. You kill for what you need. You can form groups, or raid groups, its completely up to you. I could honestly care less."
Lucy's blood ran cold. Chills flew up her spine. Kill? Raid? Is he mad? Insane-
"This will not be the last you see of me, for if you look in your bag, you will find a small device. Your life depends on this device, you got it? It can teleport you anywhere you have coordinates to, show you a map, locate other enemies in your area, even the simple things cellphones did. Now do you see how your life completely revolves around this device? Now, since I feel generous, you have five minutes, no more, no less, to run into your homes and grab what you need and or want. If you do try to rebel, and or kill anyone in the process, my minions will kill you on the spot. Ready?"
Lucy gulped, shoving all her containments back into her small bag. She -thank god- moved into her own small house instead of her old mansion she shared with her parents before they passed. The man grinned, "Get set."
Lucy closed her eyes, trying to think up a map in her mind. Okay, there's that gun you keep under the third step along with scarce ammo. You need food, Lucy. First Aid, anything.
A large clock appeared on the top corner of the screen. The old man smiled, "Hey guys, look at this!"
The clock turned into a panda bear. The old man laughed as a bell echoed throughout the street. The clock started ticking down. Lucy swung around and charged into her house, aiming for the stairs first. Ripping up the third stair, she could hear gunshots from outside, making her cringe. Stuffing the ammo into her given bag, she flung her rifle over her shoulder, making sure the strap was on tight. Next, she bolted to the kitchen. Flinging open cabinets, she stuffed food she thought she would need.
"Aha! Three minutes left, guys! It would suck running outside and getting shot at, wouldn't it?"
Oh shut it. We wouldn't be getting shot at if it wasn't for you.
She ran to the bathroom and flung open the medicine cabinet, throwing in pain killers, bandages, all that fun stuff. Smiling that she got all she thought she needed, she ran to the front door. And tripped. Cursing, she looked down. She tripped over her huge pink bunny slippers.
"Fuck! I haven't gotten changed today! Can this get any worse?"
"Woo! Two minutes left! So far only a thousand got killed already, I thought it would've been more but..."
So far.
"Sick bastard." Lucy mumbled, almost flying up the stairs. Think Lucy, it's spring, but also a fucking Hunger Game themed world. What to wear?
Throwing on a black short sleeve and black leggings, she quickly slipped on her white sneakers, cursing that she wished she bought black ones, and grabbed a black coat.
"Minute and a half! Hurry, hurry!"
She ran to the door, and almost tripped over a bag. What is wrong with my balance today? I'll end up killing myself by accident!
It was a black duffel bag she used for soccer a week ago. Of course, she never really played with her balance being as it was, but she was fast. Thank god for that. It was empty, of course. Soccer season for her school ended earlier than usual. Quick Lucy! Anything else?
"Thirty seconds left!"
Shit. Times up.
She flew downstairs and out her front door she didn't bother to close after her the first time. The time she got outside, the clock flicked down to zero, sounding an ear piercing alarm. The man smiled, "Congratulations people who successfully survived the first stage, others who did not make it out on time, sorry to say, but you gave it a good run."
Metal soldiers marched into the empty yards on the street and barged through the door. Screams filled the air, along with gunshots. Then it was silent. Lucy stood in mortal terror. A small number at the opposite corner of the alarm flew up to ten thousand. The man frowned,
"Whoa. Nine thousand didn't make it? Shocking, really."
He's keeping track? What the hell is this?
Cracking his knuckles, the man smiled, "Well, I think we should get to know each other a little better. Don't cha think? I would like to know who is the ruler here, wouldn't you? My name's Abaddon, named after the chief of demons, and I want a world with people fit to live in it. Who knows, maybe if I like you well enough, and you entertain me, I'll bring you back to life."
He can do that? How!?
"Now, ready for the last part before the new age?"
Lucy gulped.
a/n:
Hey guys! I just wanted to thank you all for all the support on my two other stories! It really means a lot to me. :3
This story I wanted to do weird, kinda suspenseful too. I was kinda inspired by The Hunger Games, The Purge, and weirdly enough I was kinda playing Factions on a Minecraft server and well..
Yeah.
So, I'm going to some OC's if you want to send one in, and I hope this story progresses nicely, because this was so fun to write! If you want, leave a review, follow and favorite, and I will talk -or type, I really don't know anymore- in the next chapter :3