Flying wolves of Saunders
A/N: I do not own girls und panzer which is property of Actas or any characters except my oc's
Chapter 1: The fog of fear, tears of lose
"Shut that garbage off" Danielle complained inwardly to herself as her alarm blared signaling the start of an all to early day given that she had been awake working on a handgun half the night and battling a nightmare the second half. Getting up and chugging a soda, the dirty blonde girl managed to pull a black shirt and jeans over her long slender frame before shutting the lights off with one black eye and her boots untied, realizing she was already twenty minutes to late.
She had picked up shooting after being separated from a dear friend she considered like a brother to her, although passers-by and classmates remarked that she was just hiding her true feelings, and thusly felt comfortable with a gun which is why her handgun was tucked into her waistband. Managing to stumble into class hoping that the soda and painkillers would take effect and soon, she sat down and opened up a novel and turned on her iPod humming,
"I won't point the finger but I'll take the blame, I should have seen this coming from a million miles away" getting look from her classmates and she responded with the middle finger, her attitude having deteriorated after the nightmares where keeping her from sleeping well for two weeks. Suddenly realizing that she was to be transferred to Saunders, she gave more death glares, proving she had lack of friends and a fiery personality, which given her current situation only added to her stress, she looked rather unprofessional for an ace tank commander having gotten most of her kills during previous matches in a m18 hellcat.
The school she and her friend and his brother had up until recently had been a part of the until that time unknown ragtag Patton university, whose emblem was wolfs head and two peacemaker revolvers that were loved by the schools namesake and a lightning bolt outlined in red. As Danielle finally drifted off to sleep during her war and western civ class, she fell into a fitful sleep.
Silently slipping into a rough sleep, Dani felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked over and saw a bony hand on her shoulder and she struggled and found that she couldn't move. Looking down she saw why-she was chained to the gurney and muttered, terrified,
"Oh god damn it why can't I make a move and what the fuck happened to me and why am I chained like this?" and a bloodied skeleton with the skin peeling off, said
"You destroyed our families and murdered us so why can't we get even eh Dani boy?" and she jerked awake thinking of the bodies of the classmates she had beaten to death when they had posted a video of her online as well as the first kill she had committed, a young man who had been raping her sister and the splattered bag of fast food she had used as a suppressor for the 22 caliber handgun that claimed the mans life. As she jerked awake with her clothes sticking to her from a cold sweat, the speaker blared
"Danielle Wildes to the council office".
"Shit, what did I do wrong now, even then knowing them the bosses will come up with something" she thought to herself as she walked to the office knowing that this wasn't her first but possibly her last time being called down to face the councils discipline committee.
"You do know why we called you down here right" snickered the council leader to which Danielle or Danny as her friends called her calmly retorted "Yeah you are going to give me my tank and then screw off so I can go back to sleep you moronic assholes". Taken back the commander said through gritted teeth knowing Danny was only trying to get a rise from her,
"No after today you will no longer be our problem cause you're being transferred to Saunders, who in the kindness of their hearts have agreed to take on a troubled nobody like you" which left Danny in a state of shock, causing her to have a violent outburst throwing herself over the table and tried locking her hands around the leaders throat.
After being released to pack her things, after the charge of her attack was dropped and be ready to transfer she wondered what would her big brother, who had died in a training flight in a P38, think but at the same time happy to start her new life away from the overly strict rules that had governed her so far and to which she so happily rebelled.
She wondered internally though as tears filled her vision, would a rebellious tank lover be able to cut it in a new world with no friends as if she had any here and then throwing a middle finger salute to her past she hopped aboard the fleet tender, doing so with her usual flair to start her new life already finding the Saunders jacket a comfortable fit even with her knives and .45 customized colt she named past dread, a fitting name as she remembered being given it as a gift as well as the revolver with its custom loading from her dad who also passed away leaving her an orphan.
She just hoped the leaders of Saunders wouldn't be to strict and let her adjust and deal with grief in her own rather unique and often misjudged way and drifted off to sleep with smooth country beats filling her head as she finally felt at peace.
A/N well there is my first chapter of one of my first stories. Please rate and comment and I'll try to keep chapters coming along but it may be a while given a busy schedule and I apologize for the dull first chapter.
