I really like the highschool of the dead anime, so I decide to write a fan fiction about it, one to improved my skill in computer and writing, two, to past time and express my ideas.
This is my first time writing story, your opinions are welcome, just don't curse me out if you don't like it. Now let's get to the story.(I almost forget to mention, I don't own anything except the character I created. There will be some outside character in certain point of the story, I will let you guys know where I get them. I also love hitman 47 game and movie, so there will be some elements mix in the story, but the storyline will be on highschool of the dead and my imagination)
Chapter 1: INTRODUCTION
My name is Takashi Komuro a 17 year old normal teenage student going to Fujimi High School. Well normal don't really describe me. You see, my parents abandoned me when I was very young. I spend days living on the street( picking through the trash can). Then one day a man with a black suit and red tie pick me out of the street and put me in a school. The school is like a prison, there are fences around the school ground( and nothing else beyond those fences), soldiers with guns stand near the fences 24/7, the teachers are like machines. They only talk to you when they need to talk to you, otherwise they just don't say anything.
Now the school is hush like the prison(I don't know if I should call it a school anymore), the class is tough and difficult, is straight up facts and all we do is remember them, but everyone is doing their best, because there are rumors that student that fail the class tend to disappear, principle told us that they are kicked out of school, I don't care much. All I know is that I don't see them anymore. There are not only mental studies, but physical training as well. Karate, judo, Kungfu, Kendo, boxing and so on. Our physical training requires us to learn many combat styles and how to execute them; We spend hours sparring each other to perfect those moves, breaking bones and seeing blood is common.
We rarely have the time to talk to each other, but when we do, we keep the conversation short and simple. I rarely had a good talk with any of my classmates; we were taught never to show any emotion under any circumstance. Our principle( we never see his or her face) tells us every day that we are abandoned by the world, that our only mission in life is following orders and performing operations. We don't need emotional, that is why in our school, we don't call each other by name, we don't have names, we call each other by the numbers that are given to each and every one of us, my name is 47.
Our education process in a stunning rate, in second grade we had finished learning physics and calculus. Most of us had mastered more that six forms of martial art, and know how to execute the moves perfectly. In our third grade, however, things started to get intense, we started learning about artillery , c4, desert eagle, M-16, RPG. We never know why we're learning this, but we learn them anyway, by fourth grade, we have learned how to shoot, reload, take apart, put together pistol, assault rifle, sub machine gun, large machine gun, shotgun, sniper and many kinds of explosive devices.
Not only are we learning artillery, our teacher force us to change our combat style, most of the martial art we learn, teach us to disarm, to knock out, and to put the submission hold on our opponent. Our teacher takes those techniques to the new level, breaking ribs, cracking skull, and crushing throat. Every move ends with our opponent dead or worst than dead.
During our fourth grade year,we begin to learn assassin skills, how to get close to the target, how to detect enemy, and most importantly, how to kill a human being with almost any tools( I have to say, I never imagine spoon can be so painful). With our fourth grade coming to an end, I ranked the top in my entire school, both mentally and physically. I was feeling proud of myself for the first time in my life, I believed everything was going good, I was wrong.
During our fifth grade year, things stay the same, not much change. Half way through the year, strange things start to happen, soldier began pulling students out their classroom, at first we never think much about it, but then we start to notice that our classmate never came back, and most of the missing one has good grade. I started to get suspicious, until a few days later I find out what happened. I was taking a break going to the restroom during my physical work out which I had daily, they allow me to take a break because I was the top of the school( being the best does have an advantage). After I came out of the restroom, I saw two students with a group of soldiers, a soldier go up to them, mumble a few words and point to a direction. Then they all started walking, it seem to me that the soldier are escorting those two students. Normally I will mind my business, but I know those two students, they are 49 and 92. I meet 49 many times in the study hall( the place where we self-study after the class to catch up on the lesson since those teachers don't speak). She is an Asian girl with a below average height(which I think is normal for a girl), a thin build, long black hair, brown eye. She was stuck on many subjects, I always see her there during the morning through the afternoon( which is our study hour, afternoon to evening is our training hour). She asks for help, which I gladly give since she was pretty cute. She studies very hard, I often tease her about being a book-worm. Although I think the reason she study so hard because she was not doing very well in the physical training part. On the training field I saw 49 flying through the air many times with the help of her sparring partner, I lose count of how many time she gets kicked, punch, throw, and put in a submission hold. I do feel sorry for her, but around here, everyone gets kicked, punch, throw, and put in a submission hold . Out all the time in the school, the time I spend with 49 is the one I treasure. She is the one that makes me emotional, every time I tutor her, I had a strange feeling inside, it makes me warm and fuzzy. 49 often talk about the world outside the fences, the nature, the breach, the ocean, and the forest. We try to find them in the textbook, but all the pictures have been taken, only the definition is there. She looks sad when she can't see the picture of the things she love, I try to cheer her up "oh come on 49, I pretty sure those places are not as pretty as you think"I say(I know I being a jerk, but that was the only thing I can think of at that moment) "I wish we each have a name 47" say 49 " I wish we will go back to world one day, see many different things other than these text books, I want to run down a grassland, walk down a city block without seeing soldiers with guns." I was confused "why do you want to go back to that world? You were abandoned" I say. "Having hatred of the past get you nothing, I want to look forward to the future" 49 say this while smiling at me, causing a blush to form on my face. I smile back and say "49, if we ever get out of this place, I will take you to see all the places you dream of."
I still feel warm and fuzzy when I think the time I spend with 49. Then there's 92, he and 49 is like the head and tail of a coin, 92 is a Japanese boy who has an above average height, wide shoulder, black eye, short jet black hair, and build like a bull( and he also eat like one too, if students are also being ranked for eating, I might not come out first place). 92 and I met during our sparring time, I was the only one that is able to put him down to his back. Since then we have been good...friend...I think, but with all that strength, 92 is not very bright. He only manages to past the mental training(barely), so I saw him in the studying hall sometime, he studies with me and 49, we have become close friends since then(he still want to put me down during sparing time because I put him down in front of everyone).
As the soldier escort 49 and 92 to god-knows where, I follow closely behind them. Using the tree and the wall as my cover, I move behind without being detected. I also hide my present knowing that the soldiers were trained to detect enemy using their instinct. After ten minutes of walk, I follow them to an unknown location in the school, a place that I have never been to, a place that I never thought to exist. The area is very close to our sparring field, with many soldiers guarding the entrance. The entrance is seal up with a steel door that look like it can take hits from RPG. One of the soldiers gets in front of the entrance and put out his ID, a laser shot out from the top of the steel door and scan the ID. A few seconds later, the steel door open. The 49 and 92 enter it with their escort, as soon as they enter, the steel door close up tight.
I'm concerned about my friend, so I got to know what is going on. What is that place? Why I never notice it for all this year? What is the purpose of taking 49 and 92? I had to find out. I look at the entrance, there is no way I'm going in with brute force( I am not superman), so I have to get my hand on an ID. There are seven soldiers guarding the entrance, I pretty sure all of them have ID. I sprint into action, with my almost superhuman speed and skill, I run through the bushes towards the soldier all the way to the left without making much sound. When I got there, I need a distraction, I grab a rock and throw it towards the tree,the birds got scared and flew away. All the soldiers snap their heads toward the birds flying away, at that same moment, I get out and hook my left arm on the neck of a soldier that is closest to me and pull him back into the bushes, I then put my right hand on the back of his head and put him in a headlock, he passes out within ten seconds.
I came out of the bushes in my new soldier uniform(lucky me, the guy is only 5 feet tall), and try to feel comfortable in it, the uniform also has a mask, 'this will come in handy though . No one has seen notice what happen, guarding a door 24/7 may be easy, but it certainly has its down side. I pick the right moment and
"Yes, sir...right on it, sir." I pertain to talk to my earpiece.
I start walking towards the entrance some of the soldiers raise an eyebrow at me.
"I need to be on the other side of the door" I say the soldiers near the door.
He nods his head and tell me to move it, I stand in front of the door and hold out the ID I stolen, the laser scans it, the steel door open, and I'm in.
Reviews and comments are welcome, just don't curse me out if you don't like it, the first few chapters will be on Takashi(47)'s past.