A/N So this is my first Deadman Wonderland fic. This is of course an Alternate Universe (AU) and as such some things will not match up since this is AU (my mind! Mwahahaha... yeah I'm not happy with this but I hate most Beta readers on here please feel free to leave comments and the likes and if you happen to know a good Beta feel free to leave that in review or P.M. me.)

Oh and this is a "You" story but you will have a name but I will leave hair, eye and skin color very vague so please don't chew me out for that.

So with that let's get started with the prologue.

Outside you were kneeling, picking herbs and fresh strawberries for your mother. You enjoyed the scent that it provided. Your hair gently swayed in the breeze as you stood. The house was a rustic brown with a large window as the centerpiece. Cars rarely came as the road here was treacherous. The road to your home dipped and curved, swaying to the thick forest around it. Today was different, a red car had pulled up and your brother, Akira, had waved to you. He got out, the car door shutting with a sure "thunk", and you quickly ran as fast as your small legs could carry you to his awaiting arms.

He laughed and chuckled as you giggled. Your short stature was usually the object of his teasing but you had assured him that you would grow as tall as him and beat him up.

"Wow, Zakuro! You grew! So, how old are you now?" he asked laughing as he spun you around.

"I'm ten and you should know too!" you replied huffily.

"Mah, sorry! I was gone for a while and I lost track of time." He smiled and gently put you down. You grinned up at him and he patted you on the head.

You frowned. Your brother was only patted your head when something bad was happening.

"Stay outside, okay? Big bro has something to take care of inside." He patted your head once more and swiftly walked toward the front door that led to where your parents were. You huffed and said down in the grass enjoying the quiet. The trees had gone silent, the birds nonexistent. You shivered unconsciously and pulled your knees to your chest.

BANG!

You jumped and ran toward your house where the noise had come from, as you put your hand on the brass doorknob there was another loud gunshot. You hesitated but ran in against your judgment.

There in a pile of blood stood your mother. Her eyes were covered by her long hair. Metal glinted and you looked down to see a gun. Your father was still breathing but your brother's body was still.

"Stop!" Your father had rasped out, hand reaching toward her but she only grinned. Pointing the gun at his head, you watched in horror as she pulled the trigger again and again. Your father's body was still and she laughed.

Screaming you ran at her trying to get the gun away from her.

"Why?" you screamed and sobbed. A shot rang out and your hand had exploded in pain. You ignored it finally your mother screamed, looking at your hand. Blood had risen and at your will.

"I..I just want this to stop!" You whispered. She attacked ferally and out of defense you slashed. She shrieked and you looked up, not realizing that you had closed your eyes.

"You stupid little bitch!" She screeched. She shot at you blindly and again slashed at her hitting her neck. More shots had hit you but you didn't care anymore. Your mother had gurgled pathetically and died not far from you.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Some hunters had heard the commotion and called 911. The men dressed in blue had found you in a pool of blood with a gun not very far from you. They, of course, had to take you in to custody and try to question you.

When you had finally come to you were facing a trial and little did you know there was a man pulling strings framing you for your family's murders. You pleaded with them trying to get them to understand that you were defending yourself. As you argued, your brain was running, trying to figure out what had happened. Something else was tugging at your mind.

Even if you got out of this, where would you go? You had no other family, no friends due to the remote place of your home. Your father had home schooled you and only your brother had visited on occasion. You stopped arguing finally realizing that it was futile. You couldn't talk. When they tried to make you, you tried, really you did. Unable to find your voice you sat in desolation. A man had come to your aid. He was tall and skinny and wore a grey suit with glasses that covered his fox-like eyes.

"Of course I'll help you Zakuro-chan." He smirked and like a fool you had listened, hoping that his words were true.

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"With the evidence we have here today we find you guilty. Your heinous crime cannot go unpunished. Due to the severity we sentence you death row in the prison known as Deadman Wonderland." The man's deep convicting voice was final. You would die inside a prison on a false conviction.