My Wonderland for a Deadman
A personal Deadman Wonderland fanfic - 1st in a series of personalised fanfictions
About
So you'll probably want to know what you're getting into here. This isn't going to be some fuck fest where I put myself and the various characters into lewd scenarios. Yet they'll be romance because Shiro is, in my eyes, damned near perfect. Now onto the actually plot. My Wonderland will follow the events of the manga with one major change. Ganta never met Shiro, It was me, or a character representing my characteristics at least. This will obviously cause both minor and major changes. Just as an example, I'm not the nicest person in the world. I won't be trying to save everyone like Ganta does. So the events that unfold will change drastically but this is a fanfic after all, it's kinda the point. I'd also like to point out two things. Firstly. this is a first for me. I have never written anything in my life, not including those short stories you're forced to right in school. So bear with it. And this will be a first in a series of fanfics that will all follow the same pattern. The protagonist of various amine and games being replaced by me. Now you'll probably be wondering why I've decided to start with my all time favourite manga, surely I'd want it perfected. I've asked myself the same and the answer is that I'll, hopefully, find this an easy task and that it will just come to me as I write. That said, each stories will only be related by the protagonist, they'll probably have the same name because it took me until halfway through my first attempt (I accidently deleted everything) to think of a name. I'll probably explain some changes as side notes, just so you get to know me better as well as my mindset
Prologue - The Red Man
I am sat at my desk with my earphones in, playing a game on my tablet waiting for homeroom to start. The sun was glaring through the windows making it hard to make out the screen. I stash the tablet in my bag and place my head on my desk. "Hmm, let me guess, late night and early morning?" I groaned and looked up at my classmate. "You should either stop spending all night playing games and jerking off to your 2D girlfriends or skip training on a morning once in awhile." I place my head back on my desk and planned on multiple ways on filling his pathetic life with despair. How to break him and make him know that I'm not the person to cross.
He was about to grab me when the teacher entered, "Himura-kun to your seat and Rayson-kun get your head up and music off, Homeroom is starting." He glared at me and knocked my MMA gloves off the hook on my desk as he walked off. After the usual formalities the teacher started blabbing on about the field trip we're going on. I'm just tuning in and out while thinking about nothing. "As for the groups…" Now, this is going be a problem. I'm more on the anti-social side and don't really fit in exceptionally well. I've always distanced myself from everyone since I moved here. I lived in Britain for the first 5 years of my life. But my dad moved here for work purposes. Some unbelievably high paying security job at a science facility. I knew I spend quite a bit of time there but I can't remember any of it. This was before the earthquake that destroyed it all and killed my father. I was offered a flight back home but I decided against it, I wasn't going to start again for the second time.
The teacher had finished talking and everyone was preparing for the lesson. I was approached by a classmate. "Looks like you're in our group, We haven't really spoke much. I'm ganta" He extended his hand and I reached out to shake it in return. But I stopped in my tracks.
I heard the song in the distant. I felt like I'd heard it before. I know I've heard it before. My head started to hurt. And then he appeared. The red man raised his arm and everything went black. I came to moments later. Blood was everywhere, tables and chairs flung to one side of the room. Corpses littered and mangled all over, arms without bodies. And at the centre of the room, The Red Man. Once a gain he raised his arm but this time his palm was open. Floating in it was a blood red crystal. He grinned at me, it was a grin I knew well as I've did it myself many times and I knew this was going to hurt.
Chapter 1 - To deadman wonderland
I woke up in a hospital bed. Two police and a man in a suit were here with me. "Derek Rayson, I'm your court appointed lawyer. You've been charged with mass murder." The words bounced around my head for a bit then it hit me like a train. Everything that just happened. I was about to plead innocence but I stopped myself. We were on the third floor. If I said a flying red man did it I'd look crazy. I feel my chest to check any damage. Nothing, no wound, scar or red crystal. I just nodded my head in understanding. He motioned his hand towards the door and let out a grin. I didn't like it, he was scheming.
All the way to the court I was finding something, anything, to prove my innocence. Nothing came up. The whole event didn't make sense so it would be impossible. I just give up. When I was asked, I just pleaded guilty. I held my head high. I wasn't going to beg, cry or plead. I was sentenced to death at deadman wonderland. I know what that meant, how the death penalty worked there, what CP was and, most importantly, how brutal my upcoming days would be. Yet I have hope. I have a chance. A chance to plot, to train and find out what happened in that classroom.
The bus is quiet. They is many other convicts here yet it all seems as if they've tried to put as much distance between me as possible. I don't blame them. I murdered a classroom full of people and someone's probably in here because of a petty reason.
We were lined up against a wall and handed a bag. A lady approached us and addressed herself as Chief Warden Makina then start explaining how the collars we had fitted on us work. She was young, quite attractive but her boobs must have been a G-cup at the least, how does she carry them? is her spine ok? Shaking my head trying to rid myself of impure thoughts, I hear someone trying to get someone's attention but I pay no notice. I immediately regret that when I'm knocked on my ass and the contents of my scatter all over. The person pushing the trolley is all apologetic and is helping me recollect my stuff. The warden shadow is cast over us "I'll give you one chance, return what you stole and I'll let it slide." Her voice was calm yet powerful. Trolley boy goes to respond "I don't kn…" His voice was cut short when the warden abruptly slashed through his shoulder. Everyone looked in panic as guards rushed to drag him to the infirmary. "Everyone is dismissed!"
And with that my life as an inmate has started.
Next Chapter - "One new friend but many enemies" will be here next week