A Good Bad Guy
A Ghost in the Shell Fanfiction
Chapter 1: Arrival
NOTE: I DON'T OWN GitS OR ANYTHING OF THE LIKE!
The move might have been a tedious and infuriating one, but nothing I couldn't handle. It was when I landed I had to deal with the fresh bullshit. After the plane landed, a huge horde of people crowded around us; some cops and some press. A few of my fellow passengers got into a fight with these guys, but ended up being taken away. Kinda funny watching it, though. The press and the cops mobbed us since they didn't see any Americans in some time, let alone a plane filled with them.
Another thing I found disturbing was all the helicopters covering the skies. It gave the odd feel as though the entire country was readying up for some sort of war. I don't know why, but it's bone-chilling. Maybe it was because I was in war? It's kinda hard not to let it bug me everytime I look outdoors, seeing at least a squadron of choppers flying pass whatever building I'd be in. And the constant shooting from those Section 9 guys gives me the creeps as well. If I were walking around on the streets and I heard one of those POP from a gun, I'd be shitting myself.
I didn't expect that going here would be so different than what it was seen on TV. Armed police units were all over the place, helicopters shone brightly pass everything, killing sleep, it was kinda depressing. I could have gone anywhere in the world that I wanted to, so I picked here. There were two things about this place I thought. One: I thought that it would end up much happier. Two: it felt like something in my heart dragged me here.
Now that I'm here, I need to do something with my new life. Maybe rent an appartment, get a job, or see what the hell is wrong with this place. So onward to my first plan: a job. There's no way in hell that I plan to work for Section 9 or anything of that sort. I already had my fair share of killing, and I hate it. During my expansive life, I served as a medic. Might as well do what I did then and do my task of healing people instead of hurting them.
"And...Accepted." the manager mumbled as he read through my application. He gave the new uniform I was going to wear as a doctor-in-training. Solid White. My favorite fucking color of them all. I knew that it was going to be drenched in blood sooner or later. But, maybe being a doctor this time around won't be so bad. Of course, it could go horribly wrong in an instant. Based on how many of the Section 9 guys running around everywhere, I might have to swap bodies for one sooner or later.
Lucky me, I got treated an appartment from the manager since it stated that I had nowhere to go. Maybe it's just me, but nobody really seems too generous or offering anymore. Other than the manager, nobody greeted a simple "Hello." or "Good Evening." like I didn't exist or something. I don't know why people are so harsh now and days. Probably because of the sudden uprising in Cyber-Terrorism or because of the sudden influx of refugees, me included. I don't really want to think about it anymore because I think somebody might find this then try to look for me and shoot me.
If I may be right to make a simple assumption on how the world has changed in a whole, I can only say that we have gone straight to hell and we're trapped below. There's these random acts of violence that occur daily, the city always awake, making it impossible to sleep, and then there's the haunting past I have to wake to every day that also took over my job and my life. But, still, maybe I should do something other than this...
KNOCK! KNOCK! I heard outside of my door. When I opened the door, I saw the manager of the Hospital I'm now working for. He had some sort of suitcase with him, but I didn't know what was in it. He took it to my bedroom, then set his suitcase down on my bed and opened it up to reveal a Laptop. When he opened his Laptop, he revealed a lot of hacking software. When I saw it, I took it from his hands. It may be kinda greedy of me, but I want to see what it's like trying to fuck around a bit with Section 9. But, the only reason I needed the manager was his speedy fingers. To make sure he did what I wanted, I grabbed the gun I kept in my bag.
"Keep fucking typing," I'd growl whenever we would reach a blockade or a password. As soon as we reached the main files of one of their own, we simply took whoever it was, then ordered them to come to where we were, saying for them, "I gotta go home.". We watched through the other person's eyes as we noticed that Section 9 didn't give a fuck that whoever we were controlling was leaving for no reason whatsoever.
After a bit of spying on the city on the way here, our fun turned into my personal business. I got all the passwords to get in, I wrote them down as the manager entered them, easy enough. When my walking husk of a minion walked up to our room, he waited right behind the manager. Then I gave the order for it to fire. The husk, who happened to be a young man about my age, grabbed a semi-automatic handgun from his holster and shot the manager in the back of the head, blood oozing on the floor and a bit on the back of his laptop. I didn't care anymore. I went from being the good guy to a bad guy in one day, just to see who or what Section 9 is. For tonight, I deactivated the minion, then went to sleep. They would be expecting my message tomorrow.