Disclaimer: I do not own Oban Star Racers. OSR is (C) SAV! The World Productions.
Nor do I own +Anima. That belongs to Natsumi Mukai and Tokyopop.
Chapter 1
"Attention all students! A group of Crog's tridents have been spotted coming in this direction! Please evacuate immediately!"
A virus had spread through the school. That virus was fear. Panic, violence and depression were the symptoms. The students were stampeding out of the school, screaming as loud as their lungs would allow. All accept one. Seven years old Eva Wei sat on her bed burying her face into her knees. She didn't cry, all her tears had dried up a long time ago. The red star and stripe on her cheeks had just appeared one morning when she woke up, along with the red in her hair and a lion tail and ears. All were signs of an anima. It had been less then a year since she had received her new features and powers; the memories of her past were disappearing. She had already forgotten her name.
"They're here! They're going to kill…!" The sound of gunshots echoed through the campus' grounds. Agonizing screams stretched as far as the human lungs could carry them.
BAM! The door to Eva's room fell to the ground, and a Crog soldier entered. He looked at Eva and immediately noticed her lion like legs.
"It's just like our sources informed us. Answer me girl, are you a lion anima?" the Crog smirked. Eva only nodded. "What's your name?"
"I don't know, I lost almost all my memories of my human life."
"That's good to here. Now please hear me out miss." The Crog said in the friendliest voice.(1) "Your powers are a gift, a gift that not many receive. All of the Crogs, including myself, would be truly grateful if you would use your gift to help us."
"I'm not human." Eva whispered.
"No, you are far better than any human. Humans deserve their deaths, unlike you. You deserve a much better life than these humans could offer you. So, what is your decision?"
"I am not human. I am a weapon that can be easily given a new master countless time. Since I am only a weapon, I will now be the Crogs' weapon. I will go with you."
"Good choice." And with that, the Crog walked over to her bed, picked her up, and carried her to one of the Crog's tridents.
