*Hey ya'll. This is a test chapter for something I have been wanting to
publish for awhile. I have had this idea floating about in my head for some
time, but never thought it would be much of anything here. Anyway, it's
called "Rogue" and it's set into the future. Please review this if you read
it and give me some feedback.*
CHARACTER/STORY INFO:
Aesthum: A powerful drug that is extremely costly and thereby hard to come by.
Ages: Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, Eriol & Takeshi: 23; Etsuya Ishida: 47
Year: 2075
Rogue
Hong Kong, China 2072.
A tall man wearing a black trench and dark glasses raised the gun, pointing it at one of the six quivering figures in the corner. With the help of his men, he had restrained and gagged them, and was just about to finish silencing them. One of the people he was about to murder was an older woman with jet black hair. Beside her were four women who resembled her slightly, all with dark chestnut hair and soft amber eyes filled with terror. The last victim was youngest of the other five women, with raven hair and terra cotta eyes filled with tears.
"I told you not to look into your finances. I told you I had them all under control. But you didn't listen. Now you have to die." The man hissed. He pointed the gun at one of the younger woman, a daughter of the oldest woman, and fired. The remaining five screamed through their gags as the woman fell limply against the wall. The man fired five more times, unloading his gun into the women. Soon all six of them were dead, lying against each other in a bloody heap. His men checked to be certain they were dead, and when he was satisfied, he casually walked out the door.
Hours later, a young man around twenty years old walked into the house, a smile on his handsome face. He called for his family, but heard no answer. He felt a feeling of dread knot up in his stomach as he walked into the house. They had to be there, they rarely left. He wanted to tell them about his new promotion to detective of a precinct in Japan, the same country their financial consultant worked in.
The young man rounded the corner and gasped at the bloodbath before him. He frantically ran to his bound and gagged family, checking for a sign of life from any of them. In the end his mother was the only one alive, and she was clinging to it with all her strength. The man took off her gag and lifted her into his arms.
"My son" she choked out. He felt hot tears threaten to fall from his amber eyes as he nodded to his mother. She continued "you must get help. He . . . he shot all of us."
"I will call the police mother. Stay with me please." The young man stumbled. She shook her head, her own amber eyes fading slightly.
"I cannot, my son. My baby boy. You must promise me you will avenge our deaths. Make sure the man who did this pays." She whispered hoarsely. She began to cough, and the young man held her closely in his arms, begging her not to go.
"Don't talk, mother. I'll have help soon." He demanded, pulling out his cell phone and dialing with bloody fingers. She shook her head, pulling the young man down so he could hear her final words before she passed.
"It . . . it was Etsuya." She managed before taking one last ragged breath and falling limp in her son's arms. He shook her for a moment, trying to ignore the fact that she was no longer breathing. He ran a bloodied hand through his dark chestnut hair as his eyes grew frantic and wide. He checked the rest of his family, his sisters and cousin. They were gone. He stood up in defeat and let the cell phone drop from his hand as he stared down at his dead family.
"You're going to pay for this, Etsuya. I'm going to find you and kill you for what you did to me and my family." The young man growled to himself as he began to sob into his reddened hands.
~*~*~*~
Three years later . . . .
The year was 2075. Tomoeda, Japan looked a little different that it used to look years before. The buildings were more modern, and the town itself was a lot darker than it used to be. The parks had been demolished to make room for more companies, and there wasn't a tree in sight. Darkness seemed to loom over the city day and night. Discarded papers caught in a harsh wind whipped through the street as cars sped through. It was a new time, and a mysterious gloom filled the air around the town.
A sleek car stopped alongside the sidewalk. It floated gracefully above the ground, its flat bottom around six inches from the cold pavement. Inside the black automobile sat two people, a man and a woman. The man had dark hair that was short and spiky, and intense blue eyes. He wore a black trench over black slacks and a dark gray dress shirt. He looked over at the building, then slowly slid black sunglasses over his azure orbs. He cast one more glance at his passenger, his lips curving into a sly smile.
"You stay here. I'll be back in ten minutes." The man said, his voice deep and velvety, yet stern. The woman nodded, her emerald eyes looking at him quizzically.
"Why can't I go in, Takeshi?" she complained. The man lowered his sunglasses, showing his hard blue eyes.
"Because I said no." he said sternly, opening his door and getting out of the car. The woman sat back in her seat and watched as the man walked into the building after casting several glances in each direction. She sighed and wondered why her boyfriend always insisted on wearing sunglasses at night.
Her green eyes scanned the area, curiously taking in everything about the strange neighborhood she had been taken to. She noticed some of her light brown hair had fallen in her eyes, and she pushed it away with her hand as she continued to scan the area. It wasn't exactly the best place to be sitting alone, and the girl couldn't imagine why her love had brought her there. They were, after all, supposed to be going on a date.
'Figures he would get a business call. He's been getting way too many of those lately.' She thought, fiddling with the hem of her short white skirt. She started inspecting her outfit, starting with her coal colored shirt that tightly wrapped around her curves. It was sleeveless and cut rather low. Her skirt wasn't tight; rather, it was pleated like a tennis skirt. Her shoes were strappy black heels that laced to her knees. Satisfied she looked alright, the woman glanced at the clock in the car.
'What's taking Takeshi so long?' she thought impatiently. She wanted to get to the restaurant and get the surprise he had been telling her about. She let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in her seat again.
"I'm not waiting." She said to herself, reaching for the handle. Her mind echoed Takeshi's warning, but she ignored it. Getting out of the vehicle, she began to walk into the tall building. Once inside, she saw a man in a trench resembling her boyfriends' slide quickly down some stairs.
'Must be late for this emergency meeting.' She thought to herself as she walked behind him, desperately trying to be quiet. She reached the bottom of the stairs and slowly walked to the outside of the door. She peered inside and saw about ten men dressed almost identically. Takeshi was standing beside an older man with black hair streaked with gray. He was tall, and had a scar crossing his cheekbone below his right eye.
"Gentleman," the man began. The other men stopped their low chatter and turned their attention to the apparent leader. Takeshi crossed his arms and looked out at the crowd with a serious look on his face as the older man spoke.
"It has been brought to my attention by my second in command Takeshi that someone is on to our little endeavor." The man said, his voice coarse. The men began buzzing, and the woman listening in became confused. Takeshi worked in plastics; what endeavor would this man be referring to?
"Mr. Ishida, we need to move quickly then, my team's stash of aesthum is dangerously close to exposure." One man piped in, his green eyes worried, but dangerously serious. The woman gasped slightly; aesthum? Takeshi was dealing aesthum?! All this time she had thought her boyfriend was an honest man, but now that she knew the truth, she was scared to death.
"This is what we're going to do then, men. We're going to move the stashes. Tonight. Team one will be dispatched first, then team three since their stash is in danger of being uncovered. Bring them here so we can haul them to the warehouse." Ishida ordered. The men began to move out, and the woman panicked. She backed up away from the door, colliding with some old tin gasoline cans that had been discarded in the stairwell. She winced as she heard someone run out into the stairwell.
"What the fuck!" he cried, hauling the frightened girl to her feet. She struggled against him, but was dragged into the room where all the men, including Takeshi were standing, guns drawn. She stared up at her boyfriend's angry eyes and began to tremble.
"I told you to stay in the car, Sakura." Takeshi hissed angrily. Ishida pointed his gun down at Sakura's head, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her mind was spinning; she was going to die tonight. Her breathing began to speed up, and her heart began to pound in her chest.
"Etsuya, don't kill her. She is my girl, my love. She won't talk I promise. I'll shut her up." Takeshi asked, his voice slightly softening, but becoming very hard at the end. Sakura's emerald eyes opened to find Ishida still pointing the gun at her head, and Takeshi watching him with a pleading yet stormy look on his face.
"Sorry, Muruyama, she's heard too much." Etsuya said. Sakura heard the click as he prepared to shoot. This was the end. She was going to be killed, her body dumped in some lake or river. She would never see her brother or father again. A silent tear trailed down her face as her eyes moved quickly from Takeishi to her soon to be killer.
'I should have stayed in the car.' Sakura thought somberly.
*Please please please send me feedback on this story. I really want to publish it and see it flourish, but if everyone says it sucks I won't obviously. Next chapter (if I do it) contains one of those cheesy clichés dealing with romance, so watch out. Thanks, all.*
CHARACTER/STORY INFO:
Aesthum: A powerful drug that is extremely costly and thereby hard to come by.
Ages: Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, Eriol & Takeshi: 23; Etsuya Ishida: 47
Year: 2075
Rogue
Hong Kong, China 2072.
A tall man wearing a black trench and dark glasses raised the gun, pointing it at one of the six quivering figures in the corner. With the help of his men, he had restrained and gagged them, and was just about to finish silencing them. One of the people he was about to murder was an older woman with jet black hair. Beside her were four women who resembled her slightly, all with dark chestnut hair and soft amber eyes filled with terror. The last victim was youngest of the other five women, with raven hair and terra cotta eyes filled with tears.
"I told you not to look into your finances. I told you I had them all under control. But you didn't listen. Now you have to die." The man hissed. He pointed the gun at one of the younger woman, a daughter of the oldest woman, and fired. The remaining five screamed through their gags as the woman fell limply against the wall. The man fired five more times, unloading his gun into the women. Soon all six of them were dead, lying against each other in a bloody heap. His men checked to be certain they were dead, and when he was satisfied, he casually walked out the door.
Hours later, a young man around twenty years old walked into the house, a smile on his handsome face. He called for his family, but heard no answer. He felt a feeling of dread knot up in his stomach as he walked into the house. They had to be there, they rarely left. He wanted to tell them about his new promotion to detective of a precinct in Japan, the same country their financial consultant worked in.
The young man rounded the corner and gasped at the bloodbath before him. He frantically ran to his bound and gagged family, checking for a sign of life from any of them. In the end his mother was the only one alive, and she was clinging to it with all her strength. The man took off her gag and lifted her into his arms.
"My son" she choked out. He felt hot tears threaten to fall from his amber eyes as he nodded to his mother. She continued "you must get help. He . . . he shot all of us."
"I will call the police mother. Stay with me please." The young man stumbled. She shook her head, her own amber eyes fading slightly.
"I cannot, my son. My baby boy. You must promise me you will avenge our deaths. Make sure the man who did this pays." She whispered hoarsely. She began to cough, and the young man held her closely in his arms, begging her not to go.
"Don't talk, mother. I'll have help soon." He demanded, pulling out his cell phone and dialing with bloody fingers. She shook her head, pulling the young man down so he could hear her final words before she passed.
"It . . . it was Etsuya." She managed before taking one last ragged breath and falling limp in her son's arms. He shook her for a moment, trying to ignore the fact that she was no longer breathing. He ran a bloodied hand through his dark chestnut hair as his eyes grew frantic and wide. He checked the rest of his family, his sisters and cousin. They were gone. He stood up in defeat and let the cell phone drop from his hand as he stared down at his dead family.
"You're going to pay for this, Etsuya. I'm going to find you and kill you for what you did to me and my family." The young man growled to himself as he began to sob into his reddened hands.
~*~*~*~
Three years later . . . .
The year was 2075. Tomoeda, Japan looked a little different that it used to look years before. The buildings were more modern, and the town itself was a lot darker than it used to be. The parks had been demolished to make room for more companies, and there wasn't a tree in sight. Darkness seemed to loom over the city day and night. Discarded papers caught in a harsh wind whipped through the street as cars sped through. It was a new time, and a mysterious gloom filled the air around the town.
A sleek car stopped alongside the sidewalk. It floated gracefully above the ground, its flat bottom around six inches from the cold pavement. Inside the black automobile sat two people, a man and a woman. The man had dark hair that was short and spiky, and intense blue eyes. He wore a black trench over black slacks and a dark gray dress shirt. He looked over at the building, then slowly slid black sunglasses over his azure orbs. He cast one more glance at his passenger, his lips curving into a sly smile.
"You stay here. I'll be back in ten minutes." The man said, his voice deep and velvety, yet stern. The woman nodded, her emerald eyes looking at him quizzically.
"Why can't I go in, Takeshi?" she complained. The man lowered his sunglasses, showing his hard blue eyes.
"Because I said no." he said sternly, opening his door and getting out of the car. The woman sat back in her seat and watched as the man walked into the building after casting several glances in each direction. She sighed and wondered why her boyfriend always insisted on wearing sunglasses at night.
Her green eyes scanned the area, curiously taking in everything about the strange neighborhood she had been taken to. She noticed some of her light brown hair had fallen in her eyes, and she pushed it away with her hand as she continued to scan the area. It wasn't exactly the best place to be sitting alone, and the girl couldn't imagine why her love had brought her there. They were, after all, supposed to be going on a date.
'Figures he would get a business call. He's been getting way too many of those lately.' She thought, fiddling with the hem of her short white skirt. She started inspecting her outfit, starting with her coal colored shirt that tightly wrapped around her curves. It was sleeveless and cut rather low. Her skirt wasn't tight; rather, it was pleated like a tennis skirt. Her shoes were strappy black heels that laced to her knees. Satisfied she looked alright, the woman glanced at the clock in the car.
'What's taking Takeshi so long?' she thought impatiently. She wanted to get to the restaurant and get the surprise he had been telling her about. She let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in her seat again.
"I'm not waiting." She said to herself, reaching for the handle. Her mind echoed Takeshi's warning, but she ignored it. Getting out of the vehicle, she began to walk into the tall building. Once inside, she saw a man in a trench resembling her boyfriends' slide quickly down some stairs.
'Must be late for this emergency meeting.' She thought to herself as she walked behind him, desperately trying to be quiet. She reached the bottom of the stairs and slowly walked to the outside of the door. She peered inside and saw about ten men dressed almost identically. Takeshi was standing beside an older man with black hair streaked with gray. He was tall, and had a scar crossing his cheekbone below his right eye.
"Gentleman," the man began. The other men stopped their low chatter and turned their attention to the apparent leader. Takeshi crossed his arms and looked out at the crowd with a serious look on his face as the older man spoke.
"It has been brought to my attention by my second in command Takeshi that someone is on to our little endeavor." The man said, his voice coarse. The men began buzzing, and the woman listening in became confused. Takeshi worked in plastics; what endeavor would this man be referring to?
"Mr. Ishida, we need to move quickly then, my team's stash of aesthum is dangerously close to exposure." One man piped in, his green eyes worried, but dangerously serious. The woman gasped slightly; aesthum? Takeshi was dealing aesthum?! All this time she had thought her boyfriend was an honest man, but now that she knew the truth, she was scared to death.
"This is what we're going to do then, men. We're going to move the stashes. Tonight. Team one will be dispatched first, then team three since their stash is in danger of being uncovered. Bring them here so we can haul them to the warehouse." Ishida ordered. The men began to move out, and the woman panicked. She backed up away from the door, colliding with some old tin gasoline cans that had been discarded in the stairwell. She winced as she heard someone run out into the stairwell.
"What the fuck!" he cried, hauling the frightened girl to her feet. She struggled against him, but was dragged into the room where all the men, including Takeshi were standing, guns drawn. She stared up at her boyfriend's angry eyes and began to tremble.
"I told you to stay in the car, Sakura." Takeshi hissed angrily. Ishida pointed his gun down at Sakura's head, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her mind was spinning; she was going to die tonight. Her breathing began to speed up, and her heart began to pound in her chest.
"Etsuya, don't kill her. She is my girl, my love. She won't talk I promise. I'll shut her up." Takeshi asked, his voice slightly softening, but becoming very hard at the end. Sakura's emerald eyes opened to find Ishida still pointing the gun at her head, and Takeshi watching him with a pleading yet stormy look on his face.
"Sorry, Muruyama, she's heard too much." Etsuya said. Sakura heard the click as he prepared to shoot. This was the end. She was going to be killed, her body dumped in some lake or river. She would never see her brother or father again. A silent tear trailed down her face as her eyes moved quickly from Takeishi to her soon to be killer.
'I should have stayed in the car.' Sakura thought somberly.
*Please please please send me feedback on this story. I really want to publish it and see it flourish, but if everyone says it sucks I won't obviously. Next chapter (if I do it) contains one of those cheesy clichés dealing with romance, so watch out. Thanks, all.*