Disclaimer: I don't own Elfen Lied, Burst Angel, Gears of War, inFamous or [PROTOTYPE]. There, speaking up is half the battle won. I also don't own Lucy, Nana, Mayu, Kouta, Yuka (thank God), Alex Mercer, Dana Mercer and Captain Cross. I only own the characters I'm making up for this fic. I am not making any money off this fic (it's probably gonna be way too crappy), and I don't mean to infringe on any patents or ownerships or whatever of these animes and games.

Summary: a crossover between my two favourite animes, Elfen Lied and Burst Angel, and my three favourite games, namely [PROTOTYPE], inFamous and Gears of War.

This is just a basic fic I decided to write that crosses three games with my favourite animes, namely Burst Angel and Elfen lied. The three games are Prototype, Gears of War and inFamous (Please help and tell me what OC, AU, OOC and Flames mean…). Please read and review this, as I would like to become a better writer with your help, and please help me with a) tips or b) criticism, and thanks in advance for reading.

Btw. There are some MAJOR changes in the games' stories. All will be explained in the story. Please, try not to laugh too hard. Also, there are a number of 'made up' characters that belong to me in this story. At least I own them. ;)

Now, on to the story!!

Many thanks, --Slipkn0T--(author).

CHAPTER 1

It was a fairly peaceful day in Kamakura. Streets were silent, with the majority of the doors and windows on the houses closed. Those that were open hardly let out any sound. Or, at least, that was how things had seemed for a very dazed Lucy, slowly striding towards the one place she could call home, the one place she knew was loved, no matter how makeshift and strange her "family" was. Her head was slumped, her crimson locks slightly covering her eyes while she tried to make sense of what happened four days before.

"Fire!!"

The general's voice echoed over the bridge. Lucy weakly, possibly unwillingly raised her vectors to at least try to shield against the rain of lead that would be coming her way any second now. Her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with Kouta on the steps. She was aware of the pain and heartache she caused him, and she knew what would happen now. She remembered his words, how he had confessed his love, and the kiss they shared before she walked to her death. At that exact moment, for the first time since her childhood, she felt alive. 'I…took so much from him…and he still cares…after all…'. Her thoughts seemed to slow the world around her to a snail pace. She saw the last members of the SAT slowly readying their aim. 'I know I can't go back now' Her vectors lowered a bit after that last thought, and time resumed it's normal pace around her as the soldiers on the bridge opened fire, sending a hail of steel bullets in her direction. Her vectors still stopped most of the bullets, but some of them got past. Pain suddenly overtook her body as she was hit in the right shoulder, then in her left leg. It caused her vectors to disappear, and as she was preparing for the shot that would end her, release her from this Hell, a loud crack emanated from an area on her head. Her other horn was blown clean off, and spiralled upwards as she fell, suddenly unable to do anything. The pain pulsed through her entire body, making her quake and shiver like never before. Then the shots stopped. With great effort, she shifted her head to see what was going on. The soldiers were hastily pulling empty cartridges from their weapons, desperate to resume fire before she could react. Time slowed again. Images of Kouta, Mayu, Nana and even Yuka started drifting into her thoughts. She saw her family, the people who showed her love, and friendship. She saw the Inn, and every moment she and her other persona, Nyuu, had spent there.

No, she thought, it's not my time…not yet… Gathering every bit of energy and willpower she had, she forced herself onto her feet. I don't want to die… She glanced at the soldiers and saw them flinch, some even made an attempt to move backwards. With newfound strength, she straightened up and said to herself: I won't die…not here…and not because of them. In seconds, her pain vanished, now replaced by her newfound will to survive. All four of her vectors now appeared; ready to dispose of those who had dared to try to kill her. As she readied her vectors to deflect the bullets that would soon start flying again, she heard a very distinct sound. A far away growl, almost like a low humming sound. It reminded her of someone inhaling, and apparently the soldiers heard it too. Lucy and her opponents scanned their surroundings for the source of this peculiar sound, which was oddly growing louder by the second. Their attention was turned to the skies when a distant bang was heard. As she squinted, Lucy saw a very odd sight. A flame had appeared in the sky, and it was growing bigger each second. The humming sound started fading, and as it disappeared, she heard the general of the SAT yell a command at his men, fear present in every word he spoke:

"Fall back! Retreat! Get back to the chopper, before –" He was cut off when the source of the flame hit the bridge, resulting in a deafening explosion, and a shockwave that sent Lucy flying backwards. She landed near the start of the bridge, hitting her head on the pavement and scraping her now broken horn on the walkway. Pain once again coursed through her entire body, forcing her to stay down for a few moments. After about five minutes, the pain subsided and she was able to stand up again. She monitored her former opponents and found them all lying, lifeless and some missing limbs, near a crater at the far end of the bridge. Debris, flames and ruined weaponry were everywhere, and the bodies closest the point of impact had caught fire. Lucy had decided that staying there might not be the best idea…

What happened? She kept asking herself about the occurrences that night, and she did her best to answer them meaningfully. She was, in fact, so deep in thought that she didn't notice the black sedan following behind her…

"Shit, man, shouldn't we try to help her? She's gonna faint if she don' make it to shelter soon" came the voice from an African American man to his partner. "Besides, she got her ass shot full of holes." The man's partner spoke, in a low growl: "Our orders are to make sure she gets to that house. She's made four days so far. Quit being so fucking paranoid. We're on duty, in case you've forgotten."

"Aw shit man" the first answered "It's not like she's like us. Sure, she's got them arms and shit but she's hardly seems adult. She ain't got endurance like ours, Johnny. Besides, she's a chick."

"If Dana were here now, you wouldn't have had any teeth left. Drop your sexist attitude and shut your trap. We're about a quarter mile away now, Dwayne. You know how we operate. If something goes wrong we improvise." John said while reaching for the back seat and grabbing what looked like a small briefcase. "Captain Cross said there may be a chance she faints" he growled while pulling a small rifle from the case. He reached into one of the inner pockets of his black trenchcoat, pulled out a small dart, and loaded it into the gun. "If she does…well, it's nothing a shot of adrenaline can't fix."

"But that shit's dangerous! She could lose a lot of blood that way! Man, where the fuck do you get your ideas from? Shit, and they say I'm the stupid one."

"Why the fuck do think the dart's hardly half full?! You reckon I don't know a normal dose can kill her? Unlike you, I do my homework on my assignments correctly. This isn't Detroit. You and your "boys" can't solve a problem simply by shooting at it. You mess up here and our entire operation is fucked! Cross confirmed four bullet wounds, three to her left leg and one to her right shoulder. I know what the options are and I know how to work here, so shut up and let me do my job!"

With a grunt, Dwayne turned his attention away from John, and they started to focus on Lucy again. She was starting to pull away from them, so John started the car and began to follow her again. I've worked with him far longer than Dwayne thinks. I won't have some wannabe gangster jeopardizing this mission because my M.O is different to what he used to do on the streets, John thought whilst silently keeping up with Lucy. This is MY way of doing my job. I make the decisions, and I bear the consequences. You still have a lot to learn before you become an expert merc, Dwayne…

Lucy still couldn't come up with a rational answer to her questions. Were they aiming for her? Or did they want to take down the SAT as well? Her pace slowed. The fatigue was getting to her, and her entire body ached. She stopped to catch her breath and build up her strength, but as she prepared to walk again, she heard something distinctly familiar. A dog, barking. She turned, and to her relief, and shock, she saw that she was at the inn. Her emotions started to build up, and tears started to form in her eyes. Then she heard their voices: "We have visitors?" She recognised Yuka's voice, and although she wasn't exactly good friends with her, she was happy to hear her again. She listened on, and heard the voice of the one person she loved more than ever. "I dunno…I'll go check." Hearing Kouta's voice made her face heat up, and now the tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Is she depressed? Or is that the other persona? The stupid one?" Dwayne asked as the black car came to a halt a few metres from where Lucy was standing. "'Cos really, cryin' is the last thing she should be doin' now."

John sighed at Dwayne, and put the gun he had back in the case. "Don't lose focus now. We're not done yet."

"Are you sure this is the place?"

John raised the photo of the inn and compared it to the building they were observing. "Yeah, this is it" he growled. "That's half the operation over with. Now we wait."

"For?"

"You didn't pay any attention during the briefing, did you?"

"Nope. That's why I always get a partner to pay attention for me. It's easier, plus I ain't exactly best pals with the Captain…"

"You really are a dumbass, Dwayne. I'll make sure this conversation reaches Cross."

"Man, why you always gotta be so fuckin' deliberate? I can't say one fuckin' thing without some depressed asshole wanting to nail my ass to the wall and leave me to die. I ain't exactly an employee, homie. I only work there 'cos my pals are the higher-ups. Plus I get paid for my freelancin'. You need to ease up, bro."

"Quiet down. I think he's gonna open the door now."

As Lucy waited for the door to slide open, paranoia started getting to her. Does she still have a place here, or will he chase her away? Was what happened that night, meaningless? I shouldn't have come back… She thought. I shouldn't have lived in the first place… She heard the door slide open, followed by a gasp from the person in front of her, but she didn't dare look up. What if – her thought was interrupted when she felt someone embrace her. Her paranoia was instantly cut short, and she returned the embrace, her heart beating as fast as it had thet night on the steps. "I've missed you," Kouta spoke, happiness and tears evident in his voice, "we all have. Welcome home, Lucy." Welcome home. Those words finally assured her that her doubts were all for nothing. She had a family, a home, and she was loved. This revelation, no matter how obvious it was in the past, caused tears to stream down her pale cheeks once again. "Come on. We need to get you cleaned up." Kouta said, as he broke the embrace and took her hand, leading her inside. "Besides, I think everyone would like to see you again."

"Mission complete." John said, as the door to the inn slid closed. As he attempted to take something from the inside of his coat, he heard a sniff beside him. He looked up, and saw Dwayne's eyes were starting to sparkle. "What the hell are you crying about now?"

"Ey, screw you man, I only got somethin' in my eye. It's the allergies, man. I dunno what the fuck chicks see in that cologne of yours. It stinks of donkey balls."

"And of course someone like you would know that scent all too well. Seriously, that was weak. No wonder your boys left you on the streets."

"Don't make me start fuckin' with your past now, Beastie. We all know what you got up to in 'Hell'. And we all know how you got them fucked up eyes. Them shades ain't helping you one bit."

"Your "shocking" personality doesn't do you much good either. You're weak. Even Dana can get the upper hand in a fight against you, and she's just a trigger happy bitch. Cross has only got himself an assload of knowledge on weapons and warfare, and you suffer a cardiac arrest every time you see him. Think carefully before you try to react to that."

"Asshole."

"Pussy" John growled as he took a small radio from his coat. "Captain, this is Beast."

A harsh voice came from the radio: "Report. Is Lucy safe?"

"Yes sir. Took her long enough to get here though."

"Just another day at the office, Beast. What's her condition?"

"Like you said, sir, one shot to her right shoulder and three to her left leg, but nothing critical. She seemed tired, and I think the blast on the bridge may have given her a light concussion. If I may ask, sir what was that?"

"That was one of our air-to-ground bombers. We had one of our snipers paint the bridge with a laser, and then the bomber launched a laser guided missile. But that's not of importance now. Tell Dwayne to report to HQ for his reward. I'll inform the sniper to move to another position and monitor the house."

"Do you really think that's necessary, Captain?"

"Definitely. We got new info on Director Kakuzawa, and judging by what we know now, he's definitely not done with Lucy yet. Return to the base. We have a new assignment for you, Beast."

"Yes sir." As light static started to emit from the radio, John turned it off and placed it back in his coat.

"I thought bossman Mercer was the only one who called you Beast?" Dwayne inquired with a smug expression on his features.

"And I thought he was the only one who called you a dumbass, but it seems I was wrong." John shot back, starting the car again and accelerating down the street, away from the house. "You may as well sit tight, Dwayne."

"What the fuck for?"

"Cross may have said the mission is complete, but I have a feeling this operation is far from over" John replied in a growl, as the inn slowly faded from the rear-view mirror.

Kouta and Lucy stopped short of the old grandfather clock, which was surprisingly working. "I don't know how it started working. It was broken for a long time. Somehow, you fixed it." Kouta told Lucy, smiling for the first time in four days. Lucy, still dazed by his reaction, found herself unable to do anything but return the smile weakly. "Yuka!" he called.

"What? Who was at the door?" came a voice from further down the hallway. "Do we have visitors?"

"Come see for yourself."

As she emerged from the room, she saw Lucy by Kouta's side. "Nyuu! You're back!" she exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

Lucy made an effort to explain, but the throbbing pain in her head, where her horn had been, was distracting her from actually making any sense. "I…" she started, but was cut short by two heads peeking around the wall into the hallway. "Lucy!" Mayu cheered as she popped into sight, with Nana not far behind, some food still stuck to her cheeks. "What's going on, Mayu?" the little Diclonius girl asked. Then she saw Lucy. However, Yuka intervened before Nana could manage to react to the sight she just saw. "Why don't you two…uh…go feed Wanta? He must be real hungry. You should play with him as well, I'm sure he'd enjoy it. Besides, I think Nyuu might be a bit tired right now, aren't you?" she said. Lucy could only nod in agreement, and with a look of annoyance on their faces, they left the hall. Then Kouta spoke up: "Uh, Yuka, could I ask you a favour?"

"Of course, what is it."

"I want to get Lucy cleaned up so she can rest. Could you perhaps bring some towels and disinfectant to the bathroom?"

"Sure. Take her to the bathroom, I'll be there in a minute." She turned and started gathering bandages for Lucy's injuries, while Kouta guided her to the bathroom. During her search, Yuka started thinking about how life at the inn would be now. I know I don't have a chance with him. I finally saw that these past few days. He almost never smiled since he came back that night, always listened to the tune that box played. It broke me to see him like that, and I'm sure it had the same effect on Nana and Mayu. He was always the strong one, or at least he tried to be. But when he came back... He wouldn't admit it, but I could see he had been crying. And now she's back, and he's smiling again. Why do I hate seeing them together? I even get tense when Mayu or Nana get too close to him. She finally finished collecting enough bandages for Lucy's wounds, and with the bottle of disinfectant in hand, she started walking towards the bathroom. I need help… she thought to herself.

As she stepped into the bathroom, she saw Lucy laying in the bath, seemingly asleep. Kouta apparently laid her in the water with her clothes on. Her wounds slightly tinted the water with red, and she was quivering slightly. Kouta was busy cleaning the wounds on her head, where her horns usually protruded through her crimson hair. I wonder how that happened…

"Great, you're here. Could you help me with her wounds? It'll get done faster that way." Kouta asked her.

"Okay, sure. Where should I start?"

"I'm trying to stop the bleeding on her head. See what you can do about the wound on her shoulder." While he was working on the wounds where her horns once were, he couldn't help but feel grateful that she returned. Since he came back that night, he constantly hoped she survived and that she would come back. But three days passed without any sign of her, and he slowly started to lose hope. But then he heard Wanta's barking, and his hope returned. As he walked towards the door, he silently prayed that it would be her. As he neared the inn's front door, the old grandfather clock, the one Nyuu had disassembled and reassembled countless times, sprung to life, ticking away like it was never broken. "It's…working" he said to himself. He turned his attention to the door, and he saw the silhouette of a woman standing there. It's you… he thought, as he rushed to open the door. As he prepared to open it, however, fear overtook him. What if it's not her? He thought. Well, only one way to find out. He pulled the door open, and gazed upon the woman he was praying to see.

Yuka, on the other hand, had entirely different thoughts flying through her mind. This isn't right. This can't be right. I shouldn't be helping her. She took him from me! And yet, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Nyuu. She always brought a happy aura on in the house, and everyone liked her. Even Yuka, although just a bit. Nana had explained the story of Lucy to them one night, and the only reasonable answer they could come up with was a split personality. She knew the difference between Lucy and Nyuu. But she refused to admit that it was Lucy lying there. Lucy was the intelligent persona; she could speak, think and, much to Yuka's dismay, return Kouta's feelings. Nyuu could only say one word, and had the IQ of a 6 month old baby. No, Yuka refused to admit that Kouta loved both Lucy and Nyuu. She always kept hoping that Kouta would look at her the way he looked at them. Admitting that Lucy was there would shatter each of her dreams, and destroy all of her hopes.

No. This was Nyuu. She refused to think otherwise. It had to be, for her sake…"Okay, we're done!" Kouta explained shakily. Seeing blood after what he witnessed as a child, and that night on the bridge, was bad enough. Seeing it on the woman he loved… he could describe the feeling. "We ought to get her to bed so she can rest. I have one favour left to ask you before we do, though."

"What do you need?"

"Well, I had to put her in the bath with her clothes on, so now they're bloody and wet. Could you help her change into something else? I don't want to risk you hitting me again…"

"Oh. Okay. Uh…well, you'll have to leave the room if that's gonna happen." Yuka answered with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Right. Let me know when you're done, okay?

"Sure. Meanwhile, you should tell Mayu and Nana to come in. Tell them to go get some supplies from the café."

As Kouta stalked off, Yuka forced a positive thought into her head: It really is good to have you back…Nyuu…

Somewhere far from the inn, a man in his late-thirties was overseeing a squad of soldiers busy honing their combat skills. In frustration, he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, along the white streak in the middle. Newbies, or greenhorns, weren't exactly easy to cope with. He was the only one stern enough to make sure they reach their maximum potential. He knew better than anyone that a soldier must give one hundred per cent in combat. Anything less was unacceptable, especially to the organisation he was working for.

"Davis! Pull your finger out and get moving!" he yelled at the disoriented team in the training room he was observing. "Jackson, throw the goddamn grenade, not the pin! Price, I see you pretending to shoot with one arm, get your ass in gear and fight like a man! Gibson, quit hiding, you useless sack of shit!"

Yes, teaching these useless layabouts was an exhausting job, definitely not one a specialist of his stature should be doing. "Fuck this, you're all useless! Go ask your boyfriends to teach you how to be men before you come back next time! Now get out of my sight!!!" he screamed at the now terrified recruit's below him. "Jesus, they're not paying me enough to put up with this shit." he muttered to himself as he left the observation room.

As he entered the briefing room, he saw the people he had requested were already seated behind some of the computers they used to brief the strike teams they sent into the field. The men immediately stood up. One had quite long, untidy hair constantly falling in front of his black shades, with a beard that resembled badasses from action movies, and he was somewhere in his late thirties. He was wearing a long black trenchcoat, and he spoke in a low growl.

"Sir."

"At ease, Beast." The man responded. He turned to the other person, an African American male in his early thirties, dressed like any American gangster would be dressed. He had a leather jacket covering a white t-shirt, and the normal gangster-like cargo pants. He was bald, with a tattoo covering most of his head, and he also had a beard that looked like a biker's. "You're just a freelancer, Dwayne. Sit down."

"You asked for us, Captain?" the man called Beast inquired.

"Yes, I did. We just got a report from the sniper I posted on lookout duty. Lucy is in better condition, she is being nursed back to health at the inn. I still haven't managed to contact Alex, Dana is trying now. But I have a bit of news, and an offer for Dwayne."

"What, you actually gonna try offerin' me somethin'? What's the catch?" Dwayne responded.

"You'll hear soon enough. Beast," he addressed while turning to the man Dwayne had addressed as John, "you're going back onto the field. Dwayne, while you were out watching over Lucy, Alex told me to make you an employment offer."

"What the fuck? A'ight, lemme tell you, no amount of cash whatso – "

"Five times your normal rate," the Captain interrupted Dwayne, "if you decide to accept Alex's offer of becoming one of our commandos."

"Homie, you got yourself a done deal!" Dwayne excitedly replied.

"Good. Now, on to business. Alex has finally figured out a way to "cure" the Diclonius and Genocide Angels GenTek are creating. He will explain everything in detail once he gets back. You two are our best commandos as of now. We have gotten reports that GenTek have a small outpost near the Yokohama Docks. They're keeping two young Diclonii there, doing the same experiments they did to Lucy. We managed to get our hands on the blueprints of the office building they're using as a front." the Captain confidently spoke while holding up a blue USB. "Dana is going to take 1st Force Recon to try and rescue the Diclonii. Alpha team will launch a forward assault on the building. That's where you're needed here, Beast. Alpha only consists of four people, and we have a confirmed forty-two guards here."

"How exactly do I fit into the plan?"

"You are going to use your 'disability', as you call it, to assist them. While you and Alpha team create the diversion, Dwayne will go behind the building with Delta Team to use the back entrance and sneak in. They will make their way to the computer room. We have confirmed that the two Diclonii are kept on the top two floors. Once Dwayne and Delta are in the computer room, they will hack the system and manually lock down the blast doors that lead to the top floors. Am I clear so far?"

"Crystal. So this is just search and rescue? No nasty surprises waiting on me and Delta?" Dwayne responded.

"No. Back to the plan, once the blast doors are sealed, Dwayne will use his ability to fry the electronics in the building so the doors can't open again. The ventilation systems on the top floors are huge, they have to be. They're fitted with special filters to contain the Diclonius virus. Once all the electronics are fried, Dana will take Echo team and start moving towards the rooms where the Diclonii are kept. They will enter and exit through the ventilation systems, and will need a time window of about half an hour. Dwayne, once you and Delta have done your part, you will go assist Beast and Alpha team at the main lobby. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" both of the men replied loudly.

"Good. Just one last thing, John. You know half of Alpha are mainly Spec Ops. Useless when it comes to the real deal. So, Alex decided to team you up with a new partner. One who actually knows what she's doing."

"She? Sir, seriously, how many women who can't hold their own have been in Blackwatch? And how many have survived? How do I even know I'll get along with this chick?"

"Trust me, John, you'll like this one very much. She can be a real… how to say… Angel at times." Cross replied with a sly smirk on his face. Dwayne started to laugh when he saw John's reaction to this.

"Sir, you can't be serious!"

"I know you and Jo aren't exactly best of friends, but the situation called for drastic measures. Second and Third Force Recon are all in the field, and Bravo and Charlie teams are returning from Tokyo. We had no other alternative. Make no mistake, you're a potent fighter, especially when you become a real "Beast" but sending four spec-ops soldiers to face about twenty guards at a time –"

"They knew what they were signing up for!" John said loudly. "Do you even know what you're asking me to do?!? You want me to fight beside my enemy because four dumbasses can't aim for sh-"

"I'm not asking you, John." Cross cut him off, with a cold voice. "I'm ordering you to do it. You knew what you were signing up for as well. You knew this job would require judgement calls later. You know as well as I do you two have a lot in common. So quit whining about what happened three years ago! Let bygones be bygones. I thought you had better standards than that…"

John lowered his head so his fringe fell over his shades. A glint of red could be seen during this process. "My apologies, sir."

"Can we trust you to see that this operation goes smoothly, Beast?"

'Yes, sir."

"Good. Wheels up at 07h00. Dismissed."

As the two commandos left the room, Cross grabbed his radio and spoke: "Team One, report."

"No intruders so far, Captain." came the reply. "Sniper Team Two is setting up as we speak. We also set up the equipment to monitor the information GenTek acquire using the various bugs in the inn."

"Good. As you were, soldier" he replied as he returned his radio to the holster in his belt. As he did so, the intercom sounded:

"Captain Cross, report to the communications tower. Repeat, Captain Cross, report to the communications tower."

"I heard you the first time, dammit." Cross muttered.

As he entered the room at the top of the tower, a young woman in her mid-twenties turned to him. She had shoulder length brown hair, and was still in the clothes and armour the Recon teams normally use.

"If I may ask, Dana, what is so damn important that is has to be repeated twice?" Cross inquired.

"I've managed to get through to Alex." she replied, motioning for him to go to the radio. "He's waiting for a report on the mission he gave Dwayne and Jonathan."

Cross walked over to one of the radios, and spoke into to mouthpiece:

"Sir, reporting for duty."

"At ease, Captain." came a voice from the radio. This voice was different. It still resembled a human's, but it was not normal. It was lacking a sign of emotion, of humanity. Any normal person would describe the voice as dead or lifeless. "I understand Dwayne and Jonathan finished the mission I gave them?"

"Yes sir, Lucy is back at that house and the inhabitants are taking good care of her. How did your mission go, sir?"

"A waste of time, like the rest. Have you briefed the two commandos on their next mission?"

"Yes sir. They're moving out now."

"Good. I have a new assignment for you."

"Yes, sir?"

"The memories of these guards confirm that a Genocide Angel has escaped and is residing somewhere near Tokyo. Go find her, and bring her to the HQ. Take a squad of our veterans just in case. She seems to be very proficient in close-quarter combat."

"Maria?"

"No," the man named Alex replied. "She died after escaping that facility. Lost too much blood. This one is different, younger than the rest, not to mention more innocent than the rest. Now move out."

"Understood, sir." Cross replied as he stood up and started preparing for the mission ahead.

On the other side of the radio, somewhere near the outskirts of Kamakura, a man stood in the middle of what looked like a massacre. This man had crystal blue eyes, and a face that showed no humanity. He was wearing an old pair of jeans, with black leather shoes, and a white hooded shirt covered by a brown leather jacket with a red tribal sign on the back.

In his one hand he held a radio, but his other hand was something that would instil fear in even the most combat-hardened soldier. From the wrist down, the hand was black and cold. This hand had four fingers, with a long, curved, blade-like claw extending from where the fingers should start.

The clawed hand erupted in a swarming mass of black and red, and within a second, it was human again. In the other hand, the same mass extended and engulfed the radio, making it disappear. As the blood of the slaughtered bodies around him started to pool at his feet, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a photo, with a small note attached to the back.

On the photo was a man in what looked like the outfit of a U.S Marine. His hair was shaved short, and he had light stubble with green eyes. Next to him was a Japanese woman, with clear skin, brown eyes and waist length black hair. They were both smiling. And in front of them, was a young girl, about eight or nine years of age. She had short, crimson hair, red eyes and two small horns on her head. She was smiling. As the man observed this photo, the wind blew the back of his jacket up, revealing a holster with a gun. This wasn't an ordinary gun. It was solid gold, with black leather around the handle. A Japanese inscription was etched into the side of the gun, and it was filled with a black paint. It read "Lucy". As he put the photo back in his jacket, the man looked up, and said in a dead voice:

"I made you two a promise. And I will see to it that it's kept."

A/ N: Love it? Hate it? Wanna burn it? Think it's too much? Please, bros, let me know through reviews. I'll try to update every second week if this story does well. This is, after all, my first attempt. Hope you enjoyed.

Cheers!

--Slipkn0T--