Well, I clearly have inspiration, but not for my original fics and because I want to think over the fight scene for my other story which I best do on a bus, I wanted to make dark fic.

I'm still having no interest of writing in my main story and because, I'm on schedule for those chapters, so I decided to make a dark fic for a change. This is lightly inspired by dark fics in this genre, like White Expressions and Among the Living (Reboot.)

Still, this is not going to be an Ichika fic. I have a main protag who's a bit more suited for this. It's also interesting for myself as writer to see the dark side of things.

For those who knows I'm talking and for those who don't, Kerlongsj, is going to be it. I made him as another teacher who takes things different unlike Chifuyu. A bit like a counter effect for teaching. I made him a calm and friendly guy, but that doesn't mean that he will stand down for things that are wrong.

Certainly not what I have in mind. This is going to have the effect when woman take over society and throw men over and they're going after the nanite runners. This is also going to be written in Kerlongsj pov.

First time I'm writing in person of vieuw and first dark one. Being the only protag in this story I really care about is why I've done it and it's better to get in the fic, so that's why. I need to test things out.

Might change, might not change.

Lines are coming from an awesome video game I've played. It's almost fitting in this.

Silence. Or no, not silence. I hear the fire burning, cracking. I'm still alive. The question is. Am I happy to be alive? I remeber the fight, but I wish I don't remeber it. I hated what I saw.

I get up after pushing the things away in my path and lying on my body. I look around. Cleary, I survived. Lucky me. But I'm not so lucky at all. I lost everyone else. Why, why did the pilots do this?

I know that we're not good guys, but we're not evil guys. It wasn't a fight. How could they slaughter us out like this? Killing every last one of my friends. The huge family I lived in for eight years. The only place I truly felt at home. I push the rubble aside and look around. Body parts, blood, bodies. Everyone is dead or dying. It's a massacre. Unlike any other the world ever experienced. I look around, but I know that my friends are dead. Alesia tells me. No one of my gang nor my crew survived. I look to Jack. My jackdaw is still alive, lucky and like me, he's sad. We comfort each other in a way we can.

They didn't even spare the children. That they killed the men was understandable, but children younger than eight? These boys weren't even a threat, they were just beginnings of life.

I sit down and open my necklace. In the end, I couldn't protect both of them. I couldn't choose and I lost both. Not my teacher, who was my father and even more. I couldn't rescue Azalof Orlejov, who rescued me once from those angels of Death. Not my student, who was my son and even more. I could rescue Anaton Orlejov once, but fate didn't give me a second chance.

Those two were legally my father and son, but they were more my brothers.

I sit down and I begin to cry. Tears fall my head on the ground. It might be pathetic, but it's the only thing I want to do right now. Crying, just getting the sadness out me. Why did I have to suffer? They killed my parents, my sister and now my group.

The nanite hackers.

We were forced to live in the shadows. Under the supressing hand of the Infinite Stratos. Those damned machines invented ten years ago, giving women the upper hand. Why didn't we come out sooner? We were supposed to be answers on them. To stand up. After that, we could talk about peace. But they murdered us out before we got a chance. Just because we refused to bend our knees to them. I feel the tears still coming. Eventually , I stop and walk up.

That we lived under the shadow isn't a problem. At least, we're safe. Rather, we were. Nanite hackers lived the lives in secret. We didn't even care, but that they killed us like animals. That's something I can't forgive. I'm not going to let this pass.

And I make a heavy oath. I shout it for the death, hoping that they can hear me. Somewhere.

"My name is Kerlongsj Orlejov. Fourth leader of the nanite hackers. I'm the last one of you guys, but I'll not stop before every one of you is avenged. Every last of you hackers will get revenge. They took our children away from us. I'll do the same with them. On my word. You'll find peace and justice. Even if I die during so."

I sigh and I collect what I have. My clothes are for some reason relatively undamaged. Clearly, Alesia saved me for a reason. I move my two fists and two hidden knives appear. My only conventional weapons. Those weapons are still working. That's good. I can fight with those. Fighting with them is better than fighting with my tech. Or just easy kill. Besides those, my two programs are still good to go. Alesia needs to rest, but I can use it. In case I really need.

Devil's Code. I don't know a lot of it. I was still learning, well. It seems I can use it. For now, hiding and running is my best option. I start to run when I hear the dogs. I know that, even if they're men, I'm not safe. This country, this place, it's no longer safe, no longer mine. Jack looks to me and he nods.

We can't stay in Flanders. I start to run and make a skateboard.

Fly out this place of Hell. Looking for a last time back to what was my home.

I think to a few words someone told me once. And he's right.

You can't break a man the way you do a dog or a horse, the harder you beat a man, the taller he stands. To break a man's will, to break his spirit, you have to break his mind. Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there's a proper way to kill someone. It's absurd, its aesthetic, we need it to endure the bloody horror of murder. You must destroy that idea, show them what a messy horrible thing it is to kill a man, and then show them that you relish in it. Shoot the wound, and then execute the wounded, burn them, take them in close combat. Destroy their preconceptions of what a man is and become their personal monster. When they fear you, you become stronger, you become better. But let's never forget, it's a display, it's a posture, like a lions roar, or a gorilla thumping at his chest. If you lose yourself in the display, if you succumb to the horror, then you become the monster. You become reduced, not more than a man, but less. And it could be fatal.

I'm not broken, but I'm going to become their monster. I'm not feared or known, but I'm going to become that monster. Because

They made that monster.

I smile for a second when I think about it. The person only said that man would stand taller from a beating. Woman will fall if they're beaten hard enough.

Months later.

I've been running for months escaping the fate my unfortunate brothers have. Luckily, hackers always had a plan. Supposedly, we have a secret fund where I could get money from in case something happens. Well, worst shit has happened. I'm the only one now.

I'm using it to stay in hotels and I'm always quick to leave my place. I know where I have to go to. From what I hear on news and read in newspapers, the hackers don't exist anymore. Not the Rogues, our allies, nor the Legals. My own cause. They killed over a few million men and they were even bragging about it. Did even women thought it was wrong to kill children?

Jack would stand out, but he is smart enough to only get on my shoulder when we're far away from villages.

I'm missing, but thousands others are missing, so I'm no big deal. They all think I'm dead. Nothing as easy as staying hidden when you're dead. But my stomach turns as I look to what they've done to my group. Those guys were my best friends. They burnt the bodies of most hackers, but used those of my gang and students as a warning. I don't take it as a warning, but an insult. One they're going to regret they ever made.

Despite secret agencies knows who I am, I don't have to be afraid of being recognised. My face is almost someone else's. I had scarfs from before, but now. The scarfs cover my entire face, so I used my tech to give me another one. Not that I had to work long with it, the pilots did most of the job. I look now like a full grown man of forty years instead of a twenty year old punk I really am. My hair also changed. More darker.

Fitting, is it. I'm forced to this life. I'm now in Germany, but I know where I have to go. Japan. The ISA. That's my target. I also know how.

I curse at how the world changed. Last time I was out in the open, I was a kid of twelve, cycling around my neighbourhood, not having a care in the world. Only bed time. Now, I'm twenty and I'm afraid to be known and killed.

I use small villages to rest. I'm more safe this way, running through mountains and forests, escaping rivers. It's better than in cities. More people, but more change on catching Infinite Stratos. They're not allowed to know who I am before it's too late. Before my plan is pulled.

I'm very careful. Nobody might know who I am. Still, the world I know is gone. I see men beaten up, women insulting them and me. I pull up my hoodie for safety, ignoring it. My nanites tell me that danger is coming. A very familiar danger. I look the sky and see Infinite Stratos pilots coming to me.

They're not looking for me. They're intimidating. It works. Even for me. I scowl and move away. They land, looking around. There are five of them and one of me. If they want trouble, it's if I'm going to kill them.

More how I'm going to. The pilots look around and fly off. I have no interest in a fight. Being stealthy is my best option. It's my only one to survive. I could even live a normal life under them, but I refuse. It would be rude to my friends.

They'll pay for what they've done. I climb up the threes and start running.

Months later.

I use a small fisher boat to travel between the last hindrance. The sea. It makes Japan an island, but I can get there. The man on it is a friendly old fisher man who is a smuggler. The old man founds a liking to Jack. It has been almost half a year since I found such kindness.

We look up and see the things I hate the most.

6 pilots are fighting another one. I hope they're too busy to notice us, but still. One shot of these things and we're fish food. If I don't set up a shield. The old shipper turns away. He doesn't know who I am, but in my eyes, he reads a thing he never read in the eyes of a young man like me. And I think he likes what he saw in mine.

I hate those pilots. And I guess he does too. He puts me on a beach and we say goodbye. The fisherman is going to stay before going back. Supposedly, the ISA has a fieldtrip here. So for him, it's dangerous to return. He has transported men to the mainland before escaping this place. He is experienced enough to remain hidden for a while.

I pay three times more than normal, but he saved me. Not my life, I could have defend that easily and his as well. No, he saved me, by letting me being undetected. I got here silently, I want to stay that way. I travelled to the other side of the world. Now, my revenge can begin. I look the fight. That has ended and six pilots are landing. If my eyes don't betray me. One of those is a boy.

Despite being on the run for a while, I know he's Ichika Orimura. The only male pilot and more important for me. The only one Chifuyu Orimura cares about. I can't believe she ordered the attack on my friends. I saved her life and her brothers. Why did she decided to kill mine?

Even I can't sneak to them when she's around. Chifuyu is better than me. But I'm not so easily defeated. Jack flies out. He and I keep contact due to our contract. His eyes show me what he sees. I see Chifuyu scolding them off and I see them breathing. Jack flies back. We removed ourselves.

I've plenty of time to reattack.

Evening fell. Darkness surrounds me as I have waited for the kill. I see Ichika on the cliff. He's so stupid. Being alone now without his unit. But he don't know I'm alive. He doesn't even know who I am. Chifuyu is responsible for killing mine brothers, so I'm doing the same. I change my mind while I sneaked to him. Why should I kill him? It's Chifuyu I want to hurt, not him. She should be the first one to suffer.

While killing Ichika would be easy and I would hurt Chifuyu, I want to torture Chifuyu. Mentally. Killing him isn't enough. I sneak closer, but I'm interrupted. One brown haired gets to him. I curse myself for not being fast enough. Before the two could kiss, they're interrupted by four pilots. Even now, I can't help, but feel sorry for the poor boy.

Now attacking is not a good idea. While killing them is easy, I want to be effective. So I make a shield, so they can't get passed. While they'll find out I was the one, it will take months for that, but I have a quicker way to let the pilots know. I sneak to Ichika, tackling him.

He falls on the floor and looks to me. I'm looking scary. I can see that in his eyes. I knock out the girl and grab him by his throat. He struggles, but I'm well enough to keep him still. I smash him down with my right hand. The power I have. I haven't felt it for so long.

While killing is something I grew accustom to, it has never been a think I liked. I hate to kill. But I'm not going to kill Ichika. No, I'm going to give them a warning. I eject my hidden blade on my left hand. Ichika eyes look like they're looking into death.

He was going to wish I was going to kill him. I could cut off his arms and legs, but I'm not going to. No, I'm going to give him a mark. With even his arms and legs off, he's still a hero. I'm going to soil him.

Something that will make him hated, that even he, will get hated. The knife is razor sharp and I begin to cut on his chest. While I'm not getting deep enough to kill him, I'm piercing through the skin of Ichika Orimura. I'm going to give a scarf so his sister knows I can hurt her. And all pilots know hackers are still living.

I take my time. I want to hurt him, torture him. So Chifuyu's pain would be worse. The pain he feels and pleas to stop, don't slow me down. I'm doing to slowly and painful. I'm cautious enough not to kill him nor hit vital organs. I don't even want to kill him. Even in this progress, I feel somewhat sorry for the boy. I don't want to hurt him, but he's the only way I can hurt Chifuyu. I make sure he doesn't die. Even blood loss is stoped.

In that I'm protective of him. The knife is in him three centimetres deep in his skin and I don't stop. I make a line from under his neck to his middle. I point it leftwards.

I do the same thing on the right side. Then I make a cut downwards, making a vertical, small swipe. Still on both sides. The last one is a part of a circle. That is going to hurt the most. With the last scream of him, I have finished my work. I stand back up, redrawing the knife.

I look to him in cold, soulless stare. He is still conscious. "Tell your sister I'm going to make her pay." I make a skateboard and leave. The girls got through the barrier, because I put it down. I'm close enough to see them wanting to kill him, but they stop as they watch my work. Three girls, two blonds and a silver are extremely shocked. They know the logo.

Chifuyu comes and her look is priceless. In pure shock and horror, she sees what I've done with her beloved brother. If a jackdaw could smile, Jack would have a devilish one. My revenge begins. Her home, her only care is hurt. He's soiled.

But I'm not finished. Not even satisfied.

She doesn't have her unit with her, so I leave. Even now, she can kill me. She knows I'm still alive. I want that. I want that she knows what it is to fear.

Escaping is easy, I have a few hours. Before the busses even pass me, I'm up north. I want to spent the summer in the cold North, avoiding problems. They know now that at least one hacker is alive. Two months I have the time that the pilots may fear me. Not doing anything, knowing anything while living in fear is for me just a start.

And with that I'm done. I'm curious how you would find a dark Kerlongsj for a change. Just like the works above, in this universe, women are corrupted by the Infinite Stratos, so I wanted to make something like it.

This has been a good week for me to write. Two and half chapters with one published for To the other end of The world, two chapters for The graduated student, done on two days and now this one. I can't wait for the holiday in two weeks.

For me, I just want to take off my usual chapters, while I have other ideas. I'm allowed to post what I think is good.

For those who want know what I let Kerlongsj carve in Ichika, it's the Assassin's Creed logo. I'm not sure if I'm going on with this fic. I wanted to test it out for a change. It didn't turn out what I hoped to, but it's good for me.

With another idea I'm toying, but if I do that I'm spoiling my story. Little hint. RWBY crossover. Sometimes writing about something else is helping me.

Don't worry. My last stories are just experiments. I haven't abandon my current story, but I just wanted to take a break and think things over.

Please review this. It's my first dark one and I tried a few things out, but now, I want to know what you guys think.

Saluut.