Hii guys, soo, I decided that I would do another long Angel Beats story. This one though, will be serious. Fanfiction Chronicles will be updated when I have ideas for it. This story's updates will be way faster than Fanfiction Chronicle's, and I mean WAY faster, since I have a lot of the story planned already. This story was inspired by a challenge I gave myself to make an\n Angel Beats reincarnation fic where everyone goes their whole new lives, not remembering each other. How will this go? Well . . .
Prolouge: What Lies Beyond, Is The Dream
Nobody is warned about their Day of Unveiling. In this suffocating, secure remote island, time as most humans understand it, is not important to the bodies that work the land. All they know is that when there is light outside, they must work, and when the sky is black, they sleep in the cold, makeshift tents they've been provided. During a certain one of these cycles, as the black sky melted into a navy blue, a guard of average height and build walked into Tent G and walked up to a certain magenta hair girl, curled up in a ball, her only way of blanketing herself. He grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt collar and stood her up.
"Wake up," he yelled sternly. The girls eyes popped open automatically, like a learned trait of nature. Her aqua eyes met the guard's gray menacing eyes, . The girl's head only went up to the man's chest. "You're to be Unveiled today," he said firmly. The girl shuddreed, a reflex action she sorely regretted. She had been damn determined to remain passive when her Unveiling came upon her. Her parents told her that the guards liked picking on the people who seemed the most afraid of them. She did her best to regain her composure and nodded with as much of a stone face as she could muster. He handcuffed her and they left the tent.
She didn't look back at the twenty or so people of her tent, she did not look back at the tent as they left it. They traveled on the wet dirt roads that were spotted with mud puddles that smelled faintly of human waste that connected the hundreds of makeshift tents marked with letters or numbers. The only sound they heard was the foot steps of the guards walking around.
The rows of tents finally ended and they walked to a gray building surrounded by a sandy concrete ground. The building stretched as long as ten tents on one side. The guard left the girl outside before he entered the building for a moment before leaving, the guard returns .The guard walked to the girls side and began to talk.
"Your tent is now Tent 22. Your new job is to build and fix whatever we tell you to," he said. He then pulled her away, the cool wind blew through her magenta hair that reach halfway down her back. They passed the building, and a few tent widths afterwards they saw a group of people; Men, women and children sat in rows facing each other tinkering with different, things the girl had no way of identifying then. The guard walked her to one of the only people working by themselves. The boy did not show any signs of acknowledging the two as he sat, hammering away at some block of silver in the middle of his legs, which did not consist much more than the bone and the skin covering that.
"Boy, Stand," the guard commanded. The boy obeyed immediately and saluted the guard. The guard kicked the boy in the chin, the boy's lilac eyes filled with tears as he fell to the ground.
"I said stand, I did not give you any other command."the guard barked loudly. The boy then stood back up, and did nothing else. The guard pushed the girl into the boy. "She's doing your job with you. Teach her how to do it, and nothing else!" The guard walked off. The girl faced the boy, his eyes now hidden by his blue hair. He sat silently, and the girl followed suit.
"We're , making crates." he said slowly, nervously, as if pausing to pick the perfect words. The girl nodded. The boy offered the girl a spare hammer she accepted. The boy showed the girl how the crate should look, and how to make it look that way. Sliding the metal in place while placing nail into the metal and banging it in. Eventually the girl got into a routine of this. She occasionally dared a look around at her new tent mates; These would be the people she slept with when the sky was black. These would be the people, who's muffled crying she would hear every night the cause being their experiences outside the tent. The girl had no idea what exactly about these experiences made people cry, but she knew that horrible things were done to them, or that they saw something horribe, from the screams she occasionally heard, or the pained faces of the people returning to her tent.
She knew that sometimes people did not return to the tent.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her hands began hurting really bad from the splinters the hammer gave her. The pain was only made more uncomfortable by the heat of the outside.
The boy began whispering to her.
"I'm surprised-"
"We are not allowed to speak," the girl retorted quickly before returning to work.
"Tent 22 is a good tent," the girl raised her shoulders, goosebumps popped on her skin as she practically felt the beating they'd receive if caught speaking to each other. The boy kept going "The guards don't check on us, because they know we do our work and get a lot done in one light span. So they won't see us whisper." The girl grit her teeth.
"Fine, what surprises you," she asked.
"This is your first light span of work, right," the boy asked. "Up until now you were just left in the tent when the light is out, now you're working. Most kids don't just start working, the guards have to sort of beat them to submission before they work. Even then we whine a lot."
"I don't want to cause trouble. The less attention I draw to myself, the less beatings I get from guards, which allows me to not perish, and eat another meal. My parents instilled in me to do as I am told immediately." she replied simply.
"That's, smart. Heh, you've got good logic," The girl shrugged.
The light sky eventually softened it's glow, as it sunk into a ocean of red, orange, amber and purple. As soon as the girl noticed this, a guard walked up to her group.
"Everyone line up!" The guard yelled. Though the people rose immediately and began forming their line, looks of uncertainty crossed their faces.
"The sky is not black yet," the boy whispered, "So they won't be taking us to our tent, so then , what are they going to do?"
"Just do as you are told and don't question it, idiot," the girl hissed. They walked to the line, but the boy quickly tugged the girl's arm and ran her to a certain part of the girl saw people surround two women, as the girl approached this huddle she saw one lady shove something into the other woman's pocket.
"We are moving now!" The guard yelled. The people walked,and the girl took this time to look around. She noticed that the people around her were kids that were the same height. Two of the kids- one boy and one girl - had purple hair. The girl's had a lighter shade of purple than the boy, who seemed very angry. There was also a girl with dark pink hair with eyes that made her always look serious fo some reason, tugging on her shirt was a smaller girl with bright pink hair. Lastly there was a boy with raven blue hair who had his arms crossed. The girl looked down at the pattern of multiple bug bites each person had. She had a strange liking for comparing those patterns that ran from the bottom of their ripped shorts to their bare feet. It kept her mind off the uncomfortable wet land she troughted. They went to the gray building, then turned a different direction and soon reached a narrow passageway with two fences facing each other. Suddenly the girl felt the boy grab her hand and hold it tightly which confused the girl. Her other hand was taken by the girl with dark pink hair. At her other side the shorter girl clung to the taller one's side , burrowing her face in her shirt, as she shook her head crying.
"Ichigo," the blue hair boy commented, "we have to look. You can't hide your face like that, or they'll shoot your eyes out and you'll never see again." The girl immediately took her face out of the taller girl's shirt. She reluctantly kept walking , the taller girl squeezed Ichigo's hand tightly. The purple hair boy's anger seemed to become even stronger while the raven hair boy grimmaced. when they got to the fences the magenta hair girl saw that the puddles in this area had red in them, and gave off an odor that resembled that of the metal she worked with earlier. They lined up along the left fence post and looked at the fence in front of them, that was about the length of a tent apart from each other.. Everyone stood side by side with no space in between them. Two guards walked in front of the group of two dozen people. One guard walked to the other fence, then turned and faced the group.
"Two," he said simply. The tension rose considerably at this. The guard still in front of the people then turned around and walked down the group. He stopped at two adults who the girl with magenta hair had remembered were walking right in front of them. The woman was the one who slid the paper in another woman's pocket. The girl with purple hair's mouth dropped , she kept opening and closing it. The angry boy lept forward but was hit with a paralyzer by a guard and was laid down, he was unconscious now. The purple hair girl started biting her fingers as her body shook. The guard in front of the group pointed at the two purple hair adults who slowly stepped forward to the other fence and turned toward the other tent members.
"These shit heads had pictures of unapproved, nontraditional , horrendous art, and pictures of foreign beasts. They also have been vocalizing sounds unwelcome to our island . They have broken every law, every creed this glorious island stands for. As thus they no longer have the right to inhabit it," the guard said before taking out a pistol. Now the purple hair girl was full out sobbing, letting out incoherent sounds. The purple hair man suddenly looked directly at the girl with magenta hair. He nodded at her, then smiled, she nodded back. He then quickly stuck a hand under his shirt and took out a strange style of paper the girl had never seen before. The paper was shiny and on it, were two, beasts, if one could call them that. These creatures had their claws touching the paper, as if waving. One of these creatures had pointy ears and whiskers, the other creature hat black floppy ears . The guard put the pistol to the smiling man's head and shot, making the purple hair girl scream in hysteric. The magenta hair girl then looked at the woman, who . as she looked at the purple hair girl quickly whipped away a tear, . She then looked at the magenta hair girl, and smiled. She then took a deep breath,
"Hitotsu me ha, mabushisa.
Futatsu me ha, atatakasa.
Kore ijou ha de mou,
Wagamama ni naru."
The sound the girl heard was so, strange. Never before had she heard anybody, speak while such, color flowing from their voice. but it chimed in her ears even after the second pistol shot caused the woman to fall in a heap. Even with the bawling child at her side,
"De Vinci art, puppies, kitties, music, you gave these things to us, you gave us these dreams, " the blue hair boy whispered. "We won't loose them, or ever forget them.]\
'The girl with magenta hair looked at the scene in front of her. She attempted to absorb this, and every experience that she had today, but she was /o0ouoverwhelmed by it. She stood there, her whole body sagged, with no strength or coordination left to do anything. She wanted to find answers, but she wanted to go to sleep just as badly. She wanted to scream, but she also just wanted to continue on saying nothing.
This was the beginning of her unveiling.
This was the beginning, of her new life.
Chapter one, finished! Yes, this may be a bit ambiguous now, but it'll clear up in the next chapter . Comments and criticism are all much appreciated.