A/N: This isn't my first time writing a fanfic, but I pretty much gave up publishing a million years ago hahaha. Or thought I did. Well, anyways, enjoy my precious creation!... or so I would have said had she been mine to create. Why am I so unfortunate? O cruel fate! D: Enjoy though! Please rate/review teheh. It inspires my soul and it is also what allows me to hand you guys invisible cookies of awesome. :)

Edit: Oops, just forgot to warn you all that is most definitely NOT the usual Miku fanfic that you know. In fact, this was partially based off the song Scissorhands by Hatsune Miku so it carries a dark tone to it. I apologize if she isn't what you imagined but hey, it's all up to interpretation. xP

Just the Ominous Prologue

The sounds of ragged breathing and the bitter stench of rust pervaded the environment. The air was full of that stinging smell. The aroma of newly exposed blood. A lone girl stood amidst the rancor. Her eyes lacked any seen emotion.

Eyes like an unwritten page. Empty and meaningless.

Pausing for a second, she stopped to lick a small wound that she had obtained from accidentally cutting herself. Yes… this was how it should be. Branded the devil's accomplice. Nearly burned at the stake, but just barely getting away. The girl scoffed internally. How funny. How sickeningly funny it was in the 21st Century to use stakes. Like she was a heretic. As if she was fated to murder the whole human race.

Was it going to turn out like this?

She'd probably kick the bucket sooner or later. If not due to some "human", then some animal. Didn't they know that she had a multitude of weaknesses like them? She was only a smidge quicker. A tad stronger. And perhaps a hundred times more deadly. Sighing, she admitted that this was coming to her. It was a gear in the workings of a clock. A misshapen gear, but one that still worked and one that still allowed the clock to go on with its duties.

'C'mon, she thought, destroy me.'

Destroy the race that you've toiled so long and hard for. It was ironic how they didn't realize how necessary she was. Brushing a slightly bloodied hand through a nearby puddle on the ground, she stared at the reflection facing her.

Even though they didn't like her, she was proud of what she saw. Two teal blue eyes gazing into her, equally matching teal blue hair, and her special feature, the one that got everyone so riled up: the scissor-like protrusions where her hands should have been. For the first time in five hours, she grinned. It was slightly maniacal. Slightly disturbing. Her teal irises appeared as if they held a red tint in them before reverting back to their normal state.

Was that glint even there? Who would have known except her? This girl was the one that all cowered before.

She spoke her name softly into the reflection as if to reassure herself of her own existence.

"Miku..."

Miku cradled her scissor-hands affectionately. Now who would be willing to love her next?

Kirra says: Sorry about the short as hell prologue! I typed this up at work and it just happened to end abruptly. No worries though, because there's definitely more where that came from! ;)