A/N : please note that I do not like most of the Beta reader's on here. So, if you know a good one let me know and I'll definitely try to work with them. WARNING: if you wish to read about my ranting keep going however if not please head to the dashed line so that you do not have to see this. PS. THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER I MEANT TO WRITE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY!

Ahem, I do not like them (beta readers) because one said "Perfect, no need to change ANYTHING." Me:… you have got to be kidding me. The next one was better but bashed me to hell and I felt really bad after that. It made me lose all my energy for the only that but the conversation hadn't allowed any thoughts on my characters, not to mention that I had to go through like fifteen others that either hadn't even replied to me or said "Sorry can't" when on the profile said accepting and I just—I can't—I *growl* Well since I do not wish to continue I should just get on with it and so with that, PLEASE ENJOY THIS.


It was ten years after the Great Tokyo earthquake, and a new prison was erected to revive Japan. You weren't even old enough to remember then but there were stories everywhere about the "Red Hole Incident." Currently you were on a back of a military style transport truck with six others. The neck brace that they had forced upon you before itched and felt cold. The truck stopped and guards prodded you and shouted at the prisoners to get out.

"That's the warden?" One of the men leered. You glanced at his face and gagged; most of his teeth had been knocked out and ugly scars marred his face. You looked forward to find that the prison warden was a woman. Well that explains the comments, you thought.

"Hey babe, wanna f-" She had kicked the man's face with her boot clad heel. You reeled backwards repeating "I can't die here!" over and over like a mantra.

"I'm prison warden, Makina. In this bag, there are all the things that you need. For those of you that have the death penalty, you have a special …treatment. The 'candy' that you find in the bag must be eaten every three days otherwise the poison in that collar you wear will take effect. You also need to earn cast points in order to get 'candy' and food. Cast points can be earned through performances, labor, or some of the more 'fun' games. Welcome to Deadman Wonderland." She said finally snapping at the guards to make them show where we would be sleeping.

Many of the prisoners here were only here for a temporary time and only did menial labor. They all wore the same green prison garb, unless scheduled to do performances. You looked in the bag that was supposed to have all the things that you would need. In there was a change of clothes and three pieces of candy.

"Hey, you! Get back to work." One of the other prisoners shouted.

"W-wait, that girl i-is..." another stuttered pointing and stumbling backward.

"Shit! Let's get out of here!" He screeched, his friend falling on his face before running after him.

Every day it was the same thing. Everyone that came close yelled or pointed. You tried to avoid them and earn cast points. In your mind it was pointless. You were supposed to die weren't you? But like everyone, you were afraid of dying everyone was and if not, you're already there.

However, things changed when you lost your temper with one man. His voice had reached your ears after so many hours of droning on and on. He touched your leg and tried to get more when your glare had stopped him.

"Stop being a stuck up bitch and let someone take that stick out you— ", You punched him and he snarled, launching himself at you with no hesitation. Pain bloomed from your arm and face. He punched and repeatedly and finally you couldn't take it. You slashed blindly and a scream of pain erupted from the nameless man's throat. You crawled on your hands and knees, trying to get away from the scene. Glancing down at your hand you saw that blood had taken shape in the form of blades at the end of your fingers.

"Stop her!" One of the guards shouted, grabbing you by the collar. Others had soon followed and restrained you. They dragged you while they kicking and screaming. Soon you found yourself inside a disciplinary room. During your long stay here you found that some of the prisoners acted up and as a result they had made disciplinary rooms for those people. The room itself was dimly lit by a few fluorescent lights that flickered shyly and reeked of blood. Guards had moved to point their guns and tie you down with leather strips.

After a few short minuets, your hands had started to ache. The door that they had dragged you through opened, allowing new light to filter in. There, in the light, was the prison warden, Makina.

"What was that?" She questioned. Her face was kept blank as she glared at you.

"I don't know." You said truthfully. One of the guards from outside ran in, the unisex uniform hiding the face behind a mask and gun at the ready. The guard whispered urgently in her ear and she growled.

"That damn fox, Tamaki!" She muttered, walking toward the door. When light poured into the small stagnant room once more, the man that had promised to help you came in.

"I knew that there was something special about you, Zakuro-chan!" he cooed. You roared and tried to attack him but all he did was laugh. The soft leather biting into your fragile skin but not enough to make you bleed. "Zakuro-chan~ you lost everything and yet you still fight. But, that is not why I'm here. Do you know about something called 'deadmen'?"

He continued, "No? Well then allow me to enlighten you!" He circled around the chair that you sat in as he continued to explain, "You see after the 'red hole incident' there were strange people that could, believe it or not, control their blood! Isn't that wonderful, Zakuro-chan? I have many more toys to play with now.

"But, you see I was very suspicious about you, Zakuro! Wonder why? Well…how can a child of no more than ten win against her mother, who was in her prime and had a gun? Well, the answer was simple. That child that had to either be so deranged as to have killed everyone herself or…she had to have had extraordinary powers like those of the Deadmen." He laughed again and his once harmless eyes turned to a feral beast.

I didn't want this. I just wanted to be with my family and not have to deal with, with this! You thought trying to get loose.

"Ah, but there is a small problem, I don't know if you can control your powers or not since it has been…what…five years since you first came here? Well, no matter, you just demonstrated your powers…I wonder what we'll call you? Hmm…how about… 'Finch'you're your small size plus your kind of bland looking. But we'll get you to G block right away and of course, a carnival corpse! How fun, don't you think?" He said cheerfully. You sat stunned into silence; you didn't know what a 'carnival corpse' or this G block. There was only supposed to be A thru F. There was no "G block" right? But no…there wasn't supposed to be 'deadmen' as well.

Well I guess I have to wait to find out what will happen, you thought.


A/N I really hate to end at a cliff-hanger I really do! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!~

But of you actually read this I'm very grateful! *Bows* and to those that favorite love you all!~ but most of all you who follow and a shout out to ghost readers! I will be updating every so often.