Name: Amanda Fuji
Nickname: Andy
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Appearance: straight but "poofed" hair, dark brown hair, side sweep that covers left eye, baby blue eyes, fair skin, normal looking yet cute
Usual Clothing: skinny jeans, black leather jacket, colored tank top (purple or blue), black boots or converse
Weapon
Hey, I'm Andy. I was born a weapon. When I was eight I watched my parents get murdered by what looked like a monster. After it gruesomely reduced them to nothing but a bloody pile of limbs it proceeded to eat their souls. When it was done it started walking towards me until a meister and her weapon burst through the window and saved my life and soul. I'll never forget them. The meister had blond hair and green eyes. She was wearing a long jacket that draped down the back of her like the cape of a hero. My hero. Her weapon was a powerful scythe that gave her grace and power. She was the kind of person I wish I could be. She was someone's hero. The death of my parents didn't affect me as much as it would someone else. My parents never seemed to care about me. I was a mistake. After the incident I was adopted by who seemed to be the sweetest man in the world. Although when I got to my new home he slammed me against the wall. Startled and confused I tried to break free from his grasp. He started unbuttoning my shirt and taking off my clothes. He'd hit me and pin me down the more I struggled. He raped me that night as I screamed in pain under him. He didn't feed me so I had go through dumpsters whenever I was out of the house. I was a very skinny kid, not the healthiest. I went to normal schools and never showed my weapon ability. I barely went to school but when I did it was hell. I was beaten and harassed to my last tear. As I grew older and turned twelve the old man rejected me because he didn't approve of my growing lady bits. I was glad but then he started locking me in my room to possibly starve to death. Although I eventually broke the lock and found a way to get down from the window. I turned thirteen and found the dream of getting out of this place and going to Death City were I could attend the DWMA. I started asking around town for jobs so I can raise enough money to support myself. I'm fifteen now and finally have the money and plans to make this happen. Although secretly my biggest dream was always to be accepted and loved. A feeling that I never felt before. It's pretty cliché but what am I to do? I don't think I've ever been hugged before. Pitiful, right? My birth was a mistake and I truly hate my life. This is my last resort.
Chapter 1
I pack a small denim backpack with everything I have including clothes, toiletries, money, a pocket knife, and a bouncy ball I found on the street. I grab the zipper and zipped it shut. I throw the backpack on my shoulder and head to the door. I grip the cold door knob and turn it slowly and quickly swing the door open halfway since it makes less noise. I tiptoe across the hallway and down the stairs. I stop to peek around the corner. He's lying on the couch looking very sick. Poor bastard, I don't even feel sorry for him. I guess its okay to just walk across the living room to the door. Who's going to stop me? His face is a mix of red and paleness. He's also very sweaty with a look that says "I'm in pain". I casually walk across the living room to the door without a word. "Wait" he struggles to say "I need a doctor, please be a good girl and call one for me". This is strange. He's not acting normal at all. He's never reached out for my help before. I watch him cough up some blood in a tissue. Without a word I grip the door knob. This man has caused me unbearable pain. I shouldn't help this man. I turn the door knob and open the door. Does this make me just as bad as the people who just stood and watched me get beat up and humiliated? No, this is revenge. I walk out the door. I walk across town to the docks with my ticket in my hand. I feel like everyone's staring at me. Looking down on me and whispering to each other as if I were an animal at the zoo or a freak at some freak show. I want it to end. I board the boat and hand the man my ticket. As I sit down and the boat starts moving, it doesn't stop. Make it end. There are times I want to jump off the boat and die in the ocean but then I wouldn't ever get to see Death City. Not only that, it would also cause a scene which I also don't want. When I decide to die I don't want anyone to try and save me. I would already be dead. I would have already lost hope which is life itself. I haven't lost it just yet. I still have a growing orb of hope inside me. A heart like Pandora's Box. No one has managed or even tried to open it yet. I wonder if I'll meet the hero of me at the DWMA. The one that gave me hope to hold on to. The one that saved me. I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one that defeated the kishin a few years ago. She was full of courage which can be just as important as hope. My thoughts are interrupted by the boat stopping at Death City. This can be a new beginning.
And so begins a new story. This is going to be a LOT more serious than my other fics so don't expect a lighthearted comedy. I'm planning on making this a series for you to follow along with. Make sure to review, follow, and favorite! Tell me what you think of it and I'll try to update soon (I might be a bit too busy to update so forgive me)