Sword Art Online: The Chronicles of Drake Knight (The Beginning)

Chapter 1: Tragedy Striking

A/N: Hey guys, it's TwinDrake here, and I've got news. I put TCDK as I'm going to call it on hiatus for now. Instead, I decided to start writing what's actually going to be the first arc of the story. I also have big plans for TCDK, as I plan on making this story have at least 4 or 5 arcs. After the third arc (Which is fairy dance, no spoiler), I'm breaking off of the main storyline and heading into the realms of the unknown. Not going to spoil what it's going to be about at all though.

Also, warnings:

Number 1: A fair amount of f***ing swearing (One time it gets censored)

Number 2: A lot of suggestive themes.

Alright, time to let you read!

Life is boring. Actually, life is absolute fucking wank. All I do is get up, go to school, go home, go online, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. Things can't get any worse, can they? Well for me… shit is about to hit the fan.

July 1st, 2021 6:00 PM

Orillia, Ontario

PoV: Drake Knight

For introductions, I'm Drake Knight, and I'm 15 years old right now. I go to the local high school in Orillia, I live in an apartment, and I've been super interested in development of a Virtual Reality helmet that will immerse you into a state called "Full Dive".

Anyways, story time.

I was about to head home to my parent's home so we could celebrate Canada day when someone called out to me all of a suddenly.

"Hey, Drake?" She yelled from a bit of a distance. I recognized that voice as belonging to a girl named Emily Rose. She has brown-red hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. She also looked stunning to most people, but I'm not truly one to judge people by looks. She was a pretty loyal, and kind person, and classed as one of the few people I cared about. No, not sexually, get your minds out of the gutter.

"What's up, Emily? I thought you were going to celebrate Canada day with your parents?" I asked her.

"Yeah, but I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to celebrate with us?" She asked. "I mean, you usually seem quite lonely."

"I'd love to, but I have to be with my parents tonight. Sorry, Em." I replied apologetically.

"Aw, damn, it's okay Drake. Just thought I'd ask." I guess she seemed to be comforting me. I kind of need the support.

"Thanks for the offer. I've got to get going now. See you later." I have a feeling that she likes me, but I don't know how I feel. I might like her too, but I'm going to keep talking to her. Maybe I don't know because of how much of a computer nerd virgin I am.

I whispered to myself, 'She does seem pretty nice though'

About 1 hour later

I arrived home at about 7, and I had dinner with my parents. The apartment we live in isn't that big. It has 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. Also, there's a few closets and such, but other than that, there isn't much. We didn't talk very much during dinner at all. After that, I went to my room to do whatever.

'Hmm', I whispered to myself, 'I think I'm going to play some games. Not much else I really want to do.'

Suddenly, I heard a loud breaking sound, and then I heard struggling and yelling.

"Where the hell is the kid?" The first voice yelled.

"Hey, homie, I think he's in here." The second voice stated. From the sound of it, they were after me, but why?

The door swung open, and I was greeted with a shotgun pointed at my face. They both wore business suits, which really confused me. "What do you guys want from me?" I asked in fear.

The first voice replied, "We want to make sure you stay quiet, you know too many secrets." The voice belonged to the one holding the shotgun. His most outstanding feature was he was white, and he was wearing glasses.

"Yeah, homie. After we're done, you won't be saying words anymore." The second guy said. His feature was that he was black.

"Oh yeah, what the fuck are you going to do then? Pointing a gun is very threatening, Mr. four eyes!" I said to them.

The black guy spoke up, "No, no, no, no, no! This gun isn't for you homie. It's for two other people in the building.

'Were they talking about my parents? Shit, I need to do something, but what? I'm about as useful as a condom with a hole in it when it comes to fighting.'

"Come here! You're going to watch as we kill them right in front of your sorry ass face!" The four eyes stated.

I struggled against their grip on my arms. "IF YOU DARE TOUCH EITHER OF THEM, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL KILL YOU!"

"Aww, that's heartwarming homie. But did you forget the position you're in?" The black guy said as I saw my parents bound up and gagged. He bound my hands and legs so I wouldn't go anywhere.

Then, Mr. McFour Eyes dragged my dad and dropped him in front of me. He pulled the gag off of my dad, and pointed the gun at his head. He asked my dad, "Any last words?"

My dad looked at me, fear and sadness in his eyes, but managed to spit out these words, "Avenge us, please. For the world." I saw four eyes pull the trigger on the gun, and I looked away.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU GUYS WILL FUCKING PAY ONE DAY!" I screamed with all the air in my lungs. Why? What did I do to deserve this?

Then, the black guy dragged over my mom, and did the same process. He held the gun to her head, and asked, "Any final words from you, homie?"

She was hasty on picking her words, and told me, "Don't let this hold you back. Leave us behind." Tears were streaming down my face, as I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my mouth. Then, the man pulled the trigger, killing her right in front of me. I just collapsed. I couldn't bear it at all. I just wanted to give up.

"Ha ha ha, how does it feel now, homie?" The black guy asked.

"Ignore him, he's given up." Four eyes followed up with that.

"Wait, let me show him something, homie."

He picked up my head, and held his gun out in front of me. "Look at this. Remember this symbol." He said.

I looked at the gun to see a picture of a skull. "Remember this gun homie, because you will see it again." He told me.

After that, they both left the house. I just stayed there, crying. 'Why? Why was this happening? What is the point in living if this would just happen to me anyways?'

10 minutes later.

PoV: Emily Rose

I sent at least over 20 texts to Drake, but he hasn't replied at all. I started to worry, so I decided to have a visit to his apartment quickly. I got to the door, and gave it a knock. "Anyone there?" I asked. Then, I heard sobbing. "Hello?" I asked. Then, I noticed the door appeared to be forced open. "Alright, I'm coming in." I opened it, and I can't un-see what I just saw. Drake was just lying there, while both his parents were lying dead on the ground. "Oh my god… Drake?! What happened?" I could immediately tell that it wasn't him that did this. I approached him, asking him what happened again. All of a suddenly, he grabbed me and hugged me. He said, "Please, help me. I've got nothing now. 2 people just came in and killed them. Please." He just gently sobbed into my shoulder. I hugged him tighter, and whispered to him, "It's okay. I won't leave you."

A/N: Next chapter will be uploaded soon. Sorry for the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper long wait. I'm going to try to avoid making promises because, well, clearly that didn't work out last time. I sincerely apologize.

Also, calling someone who is black 'black guy' is not racist, it's just stating a clear fact. These two never gave a name either, so yeah. Peace out guys!