A/N: I just recently finished watching the anime version of Deadman Wonderland and was inspired to write this. I do not own Deadman Wonderland or any of its characters, sadly. I haven`t read the manga but plan on it as soon as I am able. I am not sure how long this story will be yet, but I wasn`t able to work on any of my other fanfics until I got this idea written down and put up here. I apologize for any errors, I`m going to try to keep this as cannon as possible. (Within reason since this is a fan fiction.) This tale will begin two years before Ganta comes to the DMW. On a side note I will be including a song in each chapter that helped inspire me to write it. Suggestions and creative criticism are, as always welcome. Character thoughts are italicized, narrator commentary is in bold. The prologue is done from a 1st person POV and hint`s at the OC`s behavior and background. It is meant to be short. Later chapters will be much longer and told mostly from 3rd person POV. This story is rated M for gore, violence, language, and mature themes/scenes. Advanced warning for some yaoi/yuri content and graphic content in later chapters. Don`t like it, don`t read it. For those that do and have a backbone, read on. : )
[Bleed]
[Song: Hunters by The Beauty of Gemina]
[Prologue: Red Rain]
The sound of rain is something most people associate with peace or relaxation. I used to think the same thing, until most of Tokyo was destroyed eight years ago. The giant anomaly now referred to by most as the 'Red Hole' changed my perceptions in more ways than one. When I hear the sound of rain now all I can think of is how the blood and dust rained down on me as I stood at the edge of the huge crater the phenomenon created. I still have nightmares about that day, and the days that followed. They seem like pleasant dreams compared to the other atrocious memories that have joined them since I was sentenced to death row. When I close my eyes, the voices of my inner demons sing me to sleep. Maybe that`s why I wake up screaming most mornings. More and more often the voices have begun to intrude while my eyes are open too. At least they keep me company in my solitary confinement. It`s not like I have much else to occupy my time but think about everything I`ve done wrong that lead up to me being where I am today. If I hadn`t run away from home when I was eight, I wouldn`t have found myself living on the streets stealing and begging to survive. Perhaps then I wouldn`t have caught the interest of the child-trafficking scum in a big city. If I had fought harder against those monsters then I wouldn`t have been sold and shipped off to Japan. I could have just made them kill me. If I had died then I wouldn`t have been around when the Red Hole happened. I wouldn`t have been infected with the Worms that give me my abilities as a Deadman. My powers would never have been awakened, and I wouldn`t have been sent to a maximum security asylum for murder. But, I didn`t think that far ahead. I had no way of possibly knowing what would happen to me, or the gruesome turns my life would take. I know better now, but I still can`t seem to stop myself from choosing the worst option for me when presented with difficult or potentially lethal scenarios. I`m a bad decision maker, one could say. At least I am (ironically) still sane enough to have some sense of judgment, as skewed as it may be. I wonder how much longer that will last.
"Rise and shine, Fíochmhar." One of the guards was rapping loudly at my door. With an irritated sigh I rose from my prone position on the cold cement floor. It was easier said than done, given the straight jacket that served as my primary upper garment. I glared with sunken silver eyes through the small viewing window at the group of guards waiting outside my cell door.
"That`s her? That`s the Kyoto Butcher?" One of the other guards inquired of the first in a disbelieving tone. Asshole Number One nodded affirmatively and unlocked the door. I was led out in to the whitewashed hall without explanation. Asshole Number Two spoke again as he eyed me up and down.
"She doesn`t look so tough, and she`s such a skinny thing." Well no shit, if you had to eat the crap they feed you here you would drop weight like a fat man drops celery at the sight of a cupcake. I thought sarcastically, and snarled at him through my bite mask.
"Let`s not piss off the cannibal, Kurano. You`re lucky this is the first and last time you`ll have to see Aodhán Fíochmhar. We`re only here to transport her." The armed man caught me staring at him and attempted to suppress a shudder. I cocked my head slightly to the right and continued to look at him.
"A cannibal, huh? What, did she bite her boyfriend`s dick off when she caught him cheating on her?" Number Two asked with an uneasy laugh.
"No. That happened after she came here. One of the other guards thought he`d try to have some fun with her against regulation. She tore his throat out with her teeth. We found her licking the blood off her fingers and humming what I`m told was music from a German band called Rammstein." I grinned at him evilly, recognizing him as the one who had found me and promptly lost his cookies before calling for help that day.
"By Amaterasu, I could believe it with those teeth!" His loud-mouthed companion stated, having caught sight of my elongated and sharply pointed teeth. Number One didn`t reply as he attached a thick chain to the heavy metal collar around my neck and tried to lead me forward. I dug in my heels and growled at him threateningly. I wanted an answer as to what exactly was happening.
"Please don`t give me any trouble. We`ve received an order to transfer you, and if I don`t get you to the shuttle on time I`m in deep shit." He didn`t look at me as he informed me bluntly, "You`re headed to Deadman Wonderland." I narrowed my eyes but went along quietly. I couldn`t help but wonder if the food was better there. I certainly hoped so. It had been a long time since I had a nice, bloody piece of meat.