A familiar scene plays before the eyes of a weary warrior. An invasion of deadly creatures that adapted to destroy all in their path. The army that slaughtered his friends. All his team, friends whom he'd grown up with had been slain, right before his eyes. After an attempt to keep his rage in check, he lashed out in a burst of rage as the Killswitch, his Devil form within him, absorbed the remaining energy of his dead friends. He lost all control of his body as KillSwitch phase 2 was activated. Skipping eight forms of power straight to the ninth, he sacrificed self control for killing power, the devil within completely taking over. As soon as it was unleashed, he started changing. His eyes turned from white with brown irises to black. The eyes gained a white iris, with red cracking patterns going inward from the edge to the pupil. His hair turned from the dark brown he once had to a white-silver hue, and his brown twin tail coat turned into a blood red color. The devil had awakened, it was in control. Once this action had occurred this place would become a bloodbath. There was nothing that could stop it now…
I jolt up in my bed with the nightmare that had just revisited me. It was… just a dream. I thought to myself. I swung my legs over the side of my bed. It was nothing. Sweat was pouring down my face as I got up and walked to the bathroom. Jacob's room was just down the hall, across from the bathroom. I drowsily staggered down the hallway towards the bathroom. Stepping in and closing the door, I flipped the light switch and was temporarily blinded by sudden illumination. I turned on the water, washed my face off and cleaned the sweat from my chest and forehead. I looked my reflection in the eyes, thinking of the incident. With so much rage, that devil took over…
After I got done in the bathroom, I looked in the kitchen at the clock. 2AM… This early? That nightmare keeps haunting me, and I'm sick of it. I put my ear up to Jacob's door and find out he's playing Call Of Duty: Black Ops III, probably because of the swearing, or he's playing Five Nights At Freddy's. So I trudged back down the hall into my room, grabbed a red and black Xbox controller and turned on the TV. Before I changed it to HDMI, I saw a news interview with Gengo Aoi, a Japanese scientist and creator of the Pandora project. I kept it on the channel with growing interest.
"As of today," Aoi was saying."The Daedalus project has been officially launched, and volunteers are welcome to sign up at the nearest station. This project will allow all who sign up full Stigmata compatibility, and will be admitted into a local school for education on the use of these flare stigmata." Because of my 'technical expertise' everybody in the team has a TV which picks up every television channel, so I don't have to pay for cable. I got up again, switched off the TV, and put on my twin tail coat, hot off of Devil May Cry, activated my "Max Rez" look, to keep people from seeing my true face, and donned my weaponry. This consists of The Rebellion and Yamato from Devil May Cry, along with Ebony and Ivory, the protagonist's twin pistols. I also equipped the memorable Reaper Scythe, my inherited Death Angel weapon. I slid my force band gloves onto my hands, and folded my wings across my shoulders, making it look like a simple piece of clothing. My gaze then drifted to my arm, as I tapped my forearm with two fingers and checked if my force cannons were working and functional. I shut off my light as I exited my room and continued down the hall.
I walked up to Jacob's room and opened the door. I was greeted with a resounding "God damn skull-fucking ass-ninjas!" as he was raging at The Giant on Black Ops III. "Calm your tits, Jacob." He looked my way, eyes glowing red with anger. "Don't be going Devil Trigger over a game." He huffed in frustration, and his eyes went back to normal, as he noticed me in my Death Angel garb. "What the hell are you all dressed up for?"
"You ever hear of the Pandora Project?" "No shit, Sherlock. Who hasn't?" He said, throwing his controller to the floor and grabbing a beer from his mini fridge, which he then proceeded to open with a clawed finger before taking a sip. "Well, apparently the creator of the project is launching Project Daedalus, a way of making all who apply Stigmata compatible." He choked on a swig of beer, smashed his beer bottle in his hand, and started coughing violently, pounding himself on the back. "With the added benefit of designing our own styled Stigmata."
"Damn, with that technology, who knows how powerful we'd be..." He said, zoning out, probably imagining how strong he'd be. I snapped my fingers in his face and he snapped out of the daze he seemed to be in. "The point is, if we sign up for this project and get the Stigmata, we could all be significantly stronger. We don't want a repeat of the invasion, me especially..." I shuddered in horror as I briefly remembered the nightmare that occurred just a few minutes ago.
"I'll call up the rest of the Metas. By this time tomorrow, we'll be something greater."
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The Daedalus Sign Up Station
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The day had been a real slow one. Yamaki was getting really bored, for 18 hours he had to sit there, and had not a single person sign up for the program. His partner was lucky, she was on break, across the street and getting Burger Queen. He thought what it would be like to be a Pandora, then immediately threw out the idea.
He was deep in thought when he suddenly saw a burger right in front of his face. "Want one?" Yumi was standing there with a large bag of assorted burgers and a smile on her face. As he scarfed down a double cheeseburger, halfway before he remembered to breathe, they looked around, still waiting for somebody to show up. "Do you think anybody will volunteer for this?" Yumi asked, bored out of her mind. "The whole thing seems a little far fetched, I doubt that they could-"
She was abruptly cut off by a shocked looking Yamaki shaking her shoulder. He was looking straight ahead, slack jawed, at a sight even she didn't expect. A young man, looking about 19 years old, was leading a group of warrior-like people. He himself had a longsword on his back, along with a katana and scythe across as well. Inside his brown twin tail coat she could see two custom made pistols on either side of his thighs, one black and one white. He wore black fingerless gloves on his hands and had a British flag patch on the left upper arm of his coat. He had a black feathery piece of clothing draped across his shoulders and going down his arms. He looked ready to kill on a moment's notice.
"So," he started."Do you have any more open spots?"
End of Chapter One
Well, guys, first chapter of my first official fanfic is out! I hope that you like this, because I pride myself on making this story as awesome as possible. Leave a review and I may feature you in the beginning of the next chapter. Stay fresh, guys. Rez out.
