Yo guys, Satoru here! Thanks for reading the prologue, I know it wasn't much of a chapter or a good beginning, but trust me it'll get better... Whether that'll be this chapter or the next... Sorry that's up to you, but I have spent a good while editing some of this stuff so... Yeah, I hope you guys like this chapter!
I don't own Tokyo Ghoul whatsoever. I'm not that good nor nowhere even close to being that good.
Chapter 1
Hell on Earth
October 1, 2040
13:45
It was hell on Earth. Some buildings were crumbled down to nothing heavy smoke billowing into the gray sky above, streets were covered with crimson red and unmoving bodies, ripe with the stench of death. Rubble piled on top of rubble, strewn carelessly on the pavement and cars rang their alarms endlessly into the bright blue sky. Off into the distance, gunshots rang, terrified screams and pain filled yells were heard, and multiple explosions went off.
In an alleyway, three miles away from the destruction that the battle had caused, was a small girl. She looked no older than the age of eleven years old with short, straight, brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairband decorated with two four-leaf clovers, a common motif for her. Her hair is matted down with thick red liquid and her hair and grew red from the dark liquid. Upon her body, she wears a ratty and dirty yellow blouse with a dark blue skirt and white socks that reach up to her knees and black shoes.
Blood spills from a cut on top of her forehead and she leaned against the wall, limping forward on a twisted ankle. She gulped down the smoke filled air as she made her way away from the firefight happening between the two forces of equally powerful countries, clutching her shoulder as blood oozes from it and smears upon the wall. Tears streamed down her eyes as a sudden sob racks her shoulders. Mommy. Daddy. She thought sadly.
She remembers her father smiling face, telling her that everything would be ok before he left. She remembered her mother, who told her to run and never look back after planting a kiss atop her forehead. How she had faced down two armed men for her sake. So she could escape.
She remembered when she was shot down before her once innocent eyes.
"I'm scared." She whispers, her voice barely heard above the noise. Her eyesight was growing considerably worse and she could hardly breath due to the amount of smoke she had inhaled. "I'm scared mommy, daddy."
She takes a few more steps before she reaches the end of the alley. She looks left to right warily, through blurry eyesight trying to gauge if it was safe to move forward. Once she did, she noticed that this street was a little bit more neat than the last dozens of roads that she's been on and makes her way, as fast as her little legs could carry her. Which wasn't very fast.
"Don't look back sweetie." Her sweet gentle mother spoke to her in a thick voice, tears welling up in the woman's warm chocolate brown eyes as they ran away from the house, the screams of her stepfather ringing ever so loudly in their ears as they continued to run away. "Just… We just need to keep moving forward."
I
As soon as she had made it out of another alley and onto another street, an explosion nearby had sent her scrambling onto the concrete ground below her. She scraped her left knee, causing her to hiss out in pain as tears cascade down her ashen cheeks. "Owie."
Bits of rubble and glass fell from the sky and land atop of her, sending small ripples of pain to follow. Shards of glass impale her with its sharp points. She felt herself grow weaker and weaker. And, even for someone as young as she, she knew she was dying. It was something that her and her family had talked about while at church when she was 5 years old. She hoped she went to Heaven. She would really like to see her parents again.
Maybe she could go say hi to Nana or maybe even see Yotsume again. She missed her yellow orange cat. He was the bestest pet in the world. The young brunette, despite the pain she felt, smiled at the thought. Maybe dying isn't so bad. She thinks, her childish thoughts and the delirium of near death making her thoughts turn that way.
Yeah. She would be able to see her mommy and her daddy, her cat, her grandmother, her friends, or anyone else who may have died and went to Heaven. Maybe she could see her crush, Nathan, again. The thought sends a blush to her cheek. Maybe she could tell him how she felt up there and they could get married. That would be awesome! Or maybe she could even see him again! Oh, that would be the best thing in the world!
She lets out a hacking cough noticing a warm feeling on her cheek. With a lot of effort, she reached up and wiped her mouth, wondering what it was. Only to see red. She had coughed up blood. Her blood.
At the realization, her eyes widened at the smack of reality. She was really going to die. She was going to stop breathing, she was going to not be able to hear, see, smell, or even eat the same foods that she used to. She wouldn't be able to play with the other kids nor tell made up stories and have everyone laughing at her jokes. She would be dead. She wouldn't live. She would be gone. She would fall asleep and never wake up. She would be alone
She shook with fear. She didn't want to die. She was only eleven! She had so much to do. She still had her whole life ahead of her. She had to become president, she had to find that special person, she had to invent stuff, she had to help make the world a better place, she had to bring her family back together again! She couldn't die now. She couldn't! She wasn't ready!
"Help me." She croaked weakly, her voice hoarse and throaty. "Someone, please."
But no one answered her. No one came to her heed. She was dying. She was alone.
"I… I don't want... to be alone…"
Her eyes closed.
"I'm sorry, sweetie… But… Daddy and your brother has to go away for awhile." His voice was low and there was a deep sorrow in his voice as he spoke. He held her tightly to him and planted a kiss to her forehead. "We'll be back. Promise."
II
"Well well well. Look what we have here." A rough voice spoke, jolting the young girl from her unconsciousness.
The young girl's eyes snapped open as she noticed a shadow befall over her. It was someone. A person, a guy, by the looks of him. From her view point, she could see the long dark hair that frames a youthful angular face and cold, steel gray eyes. He has an amused smile upon his face as he gazes down upon her. There was something off about them, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was that actually threw her off.
"Hey, she's still alive." He suddenly looked up and over at something out of her field of vision. "Guys! I found a live one!"
"Oh, really?! Awesome man!" There were heavy footfalls before another man came into her view. This one had a rat like face with beady dark blue eyes and greasy brown hair. He wears a suit and tie with a trench coat over it much like the other man and upon his left breast pocket was… something that glinted in the sunlight. To harsh for her to make out.
"Can you hear us?" The male asked as he reached out towards her. The girl, frightened by these strangers jerked back a bit away from the rat faced man's hands.
"Hey now, don't be afraid." This came from the long haired man. "My name is Rize Mullins. This", he points towards the rat faced man, "is Alex Ratterson." He told her a gentle smile on his face. "And we're here to help you. Will you let us."
She was still wary of the so called 'help', but right now. What choice did she have? She couldn't run away, her mother was gone and so was her dad… and her father and brother… she didn't have any choice at all. So, with great reluctance, she accepted the man's offered hand. The man helped her stand up with a strong and reassuring hand on her back as she stumbled into his shoulder.
Once she was able to have her balance back, she was able to see the others that the man must have meant. There was three more there. Another guy and two women. The guy has dark blue hair with forest green eyes and the woman had dark gray hair and mercury colored eyes that stood out. Both also wore the same outfit that the rat man and the other nice guy had on.
The last woman on the other hand, was a different case entirely. With long pale, almost white, colored hair, red colored eyes and ovalish pupils, you'd think she was weird enough, (especially with those eyes of hers) but no. She was wearing something that would belong in some kind of adult magazine with her lingerie outfit and black knee length boots. She looked just like those succubus's that she would see while playing on one of those RPG games online.
There was still this nagging feeling in the back of her mind. That there was something wrong with these people, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what. It's almost like those times I felt with- before she could even begin to finish that train, a hacking and painful cough racks her body again, causing her to keel over and down onto her knees.
"Hey! Are you ok!" Rize asked, his eyes showing concern.
Though, she doesn't do anything. She just nods her head. "Y-yes." She rasped. Her once delicate and smooth voice deteriorating down to a hoarse and harsh sound. "Sorry."
"No no. It's fine. We just want to make sure you're in good health." He then grabs her by the arm, tenderly so as not to hurt her.
The girl smiles, tentatively up at him. "Thank you." She pushes through.
"Of course." He nods at her, a more predatory smirk crawling slowly and steadily on his face. "We certainly don't want our meal to get away from us."
The words froze her solid. She stood there transfixed in her spot as the words he spoke registered in her mind. Did he just say… meal?
"Oh, honey?" A honeyed voice, spoke up coming from the woman in lingerie. "You didn't think we were here to help you did you?" A sweet melodic laughter followed soon after, when she saw the fearful look on the girl's face. "Oh you did, didn't you? That's cute." The woman then decides to point to a spot over her right breast. "Didn't you see what we have on our chest dear?"
At this, the brunette looked over at the male that had helped her. There, on his left breast was a badge. With the sign of the Germans that her step father had told her and her mother about before the first bombs sounded. Crap!
She pushed away with all of her might from the man that held her, but his grip was like iron. She threw punches at him, but they were weak from her already exhausted state and so, did nothing to inhibit the stronger and more physically able man. "St.. stay away. From me." She says in a hoarse whisper, trying to struggle, wishing she could yell out loud for help.
The fingers of the dark haired man dug deeper into her skin, causing her to flinch as his nails broke skin and blood starts to drip down her forearm. "Oh no. Don't think you're getting away that easily. We can't find any decent grub out here, but now that we found you.." he licked his lips, looking down at her hungrily.
"Well, what are we exactly waiting for?" Says the dark gray haired man. He had missed out earlier and he really wanted something in his stomach. Now!
As they discussed how to eat her (really gross and disgusting if you just happen to walk in on that part of the conversation), she swallowed heavily. Was she going to die? Was this it for her? Was this how her final moments were going to be spent, being eaten by these, these monsters?
A pain filled her heart as the ache starts to travel throughout her body. She wasn't ready to die. Tears leaked from her eyes like a small stream that was renewed with each new drop that came from her ducts. She would be alone. No loving, caring, fawning, parents to love her and help ease death's blow. Instead, it would be with strangers, killers, monsters. She would be dead and none would be more the wiser. Just pain, unbearable, unspeakable pain as she wept and pleaded for help that wouldn't come. She almost broke down right then and there.
"Sweetie, listen to me." her mother's voice called out to her, snapping her attention away from her impending death. "You need to survive. You need to live on, for me. For Asaki." It was slightly rushed, but considering her mother had her legs all but broken from a nearby explosion and fallen debris landed on her right side..."I love you, I love you more than anything else in this world no matter who you came from or who your father is." she was crying now as she took in her face for, what they both knew to be, her last time. And with time coming up short, she only had time for two words. "Please." Her voice soft, whispery. "Live."
Their laughter cut the painful memory short. Thrust back into reality, she cooled her nerves. Something washed over her, giving her new strength and a will to actually do something about her situation. She didn't have much time to do anything nor could she escape from them, so… there was only one thing left to do.
She had to call out to someone. She had to call for that one person that has never failed her. She had to call for someone she trusted above anyone else. It was a long shot. A very long one, but it was her last gambit. Her Hail Mary.
She sucked in a huge amount of breath and, before they could realize what she was up to, she called out to that one person she trusted most. "NII-CHAAAAN!"
I was going to add on to this, buuuuuuttt. I want to save all that for next chapter. Sorry if it seems like a slow progress, but I'm just trying to edit it and the 1st chapter is literally nine to ten pages long. So I just cut off the last two sections and just put these onto it. Trust me, action will be taking place next chapter and after that a couple of familiar faces will be appearing.
Well that's all for today guys! Thanks for reading and I hope to see you next time!
