Hey everybody this is my first Code Geass fanfiction, so as always read and PLEASE REVIEW. And also don't hesitate to throw some ideas my way to improve the story.

Why. I thought to myself. How could this happen. I looked down at the rubble and destruction wrought by the Brittannian soldiers. There was a man lying dead on the ground in front of me. His hair was black, he wore a black and gold straight jacket that had appeared to be unfastened, and on his forehead was some kind of strange red bird-like tattoo. I didn't know who this man was, but I began to cry for him. You see just moments ago the soldiers had aimed there guns at me, and when they fired he jumped in front of the bullets to save me. Why would he do such a thing?

I looked up only to see a Brittannian general standing before me holding a gun to my face. "Why? Why are you doing this? If the Empress knew what you were doing she'd-

"We have orders from the ruler of Britannia to eliminate all those who are not pure blooded Brittannians." The general interrupted speaking the words fluidly as if there was nothing immoral about what he was doing or saying.

"You mean Empress Nunnally? She would never order such a heinous act. The Empress encourages equality towards all Brittannians, even Japanese, or black Brittannians like me. I refuse to believe that she ordered this!" I yelled.

The general chuckled to himself. "Haven't you heard? Empress Nunnally was assassinated just recently… by one of your kind." My eyes widened. It was the year 2042 a.t.w. and Empress Nunnally had been ruling Britannia for 23 years… and now she's dead. "These orders come directly from the newly crowned Emperor Schneizel. He wants to take vengeance on you Brittannian wannabes." The only thing I could think to myself was, No. Why this sudden change of heart. Schneizel had been laying low for the past two decades. I would never have expected this from him. This sounded like something only the Demon Emperor himself could have done.

There was a tugging at my wrist. Then suddenly an abrupt voice called into my head. "Do you have the will to live?" It said.

I wasn't sure what to say at first, but I realized the only logical thing to do was to answer the voice. "Yes."

"Do you want the power to fight?"

"Yes." I answered.

The tugging feeling in my wrist turned into a gripping feeling. I looked down. The man who had saved me was still alive. But how? A thick darkness began to surround me. Soon there was nothing left but me and the man, who had stood up in front of me as if he was in no pain at all. He opened his once closed eyes. They were violet. In the distance, in the depths of the darkness something began to materialize. It was a planet-like structure that resembled Jupiter. "Y-y-you! How are you still alive!?" I questioned.

"That's not important right now," his voice was filled with urgency, "will you make a contract with me? If you do so I will grant you the power you desire in return for you making a wish of mine come true."

"And what's that?" I asked, almost willing to do anything to save my life.

"AVENGE THE EMPRESSES DEATH!" He yelled.

In this situation I didn't have much of a choice. "I accept!" The planet resembling Jupiter suddenly flashed bright red and from that bright red flash it adorned the same bird-like symbol the man had. In a flash everything went back to the way it was. The general was still holding a gun to my face. But something was different. I felt more powerful, more…

"Are you ready to die?" The general said.

I don't know why, but I began to feel arrogant towards the current situation. "Am I ready to die? The choice is hardly up to me," I said sarcastically, "every person's death is always imminent. It's not a matter of when it's going to happen or whether one's ready or not, it's a matter of how you deal with it."

"Are you telling me that you do not fear death?"

"No, not anymore… but you should."

"What are you talking about? You're the one who's staring death in the face! You're the one who should fear death!" The general said whipping out a handgun and pointing it at my face. His hands shook with anger while contemplating whether he wanted to continue the conversation or not (though the answer should have been obvious).

A dark foreboding feeling began to rise up within me. "You Brittannians should be punished for committing such horribly disgusting crimes as this! Throughout the past you have escaped judgment for your sins, but today you shall be punished!"

At once the general and his men lifted their guns, not to me, but at themselves. I could hear them screaming. Shouts of, "NO! Stop please, or I can't control myself," escaped from their lips. Almost consecutively they all pulled the trigger.

How? This power. I looked around searching for the man who had given me this power, but he was nowhere to be found. What do I do now? I wondered ignoring the fact that I had just killed eleven men.

Author: Well thanks for reading guys. Please review. And also I need an idea for a name for this character I have created, so please drop some ideas by me.