Okay this is about 5 years after the Kishen is set free and its just a small little clip of a story that I want to start -if I do write it it will be up in a few moths so I have a lot of chapters.- But its just a small part like a preview of it.
well enjoy!
I didn't dare take my eyes off the grey cobblestone road, with the fear of them thinking I was acting out and make them take on the spot actions at a quick execution. In the end I think that is their plane, to kill us and say they had a reason so the public wouldn't revolt, but there was nothing wrong with speech until now. Ever since Arachnophobia teamed up with the Kishin Asura and took Shinigami-Samas life along with Dr. Steins, Marie's and my fathers. Once Asura had done the dirty work and killed off the threats she murdered him during the night to keep all the power to herself. But for some odd reason she spared us the seven people who can kill her, but now we are like her puppets.
You might as well call us first class prisoners, we go out in public but we are always watched by the men surrounding us, watching our every move waiting for the sign to kill and once it's alarmed all seven of us would be dead.
I could feel Soul tense at my side he hated this world since Shinigami-Sama was defeated he has been a mess almost as bad as Kid who had for the moment forgotten about symmetry and was focused on revenge. I had never seen them this way even Black*Star had toned down his attitude and had focused more on his life and protecting the one person he loved more then himself…Tsubaki. Soul was the same his coolness didn't matter to him anymore; he would run around Death City in his boxers for me. But with the new security procedures we can't move about Death City without a tight watch on us. It was hell on earth and the worst part was…only few knew of the demise of our faithful Death God and the ones who did know were quickly executed and in the papers it was marked as a rare disease that can only be contracted by few people.
She had though it through I couldn't think of a fault to foal her planes, aside from yelling at the top of my lungs but I would be quickly silence with a shot to the head. It was like there was no hope, like all we could do was sit here and watch her dictate the city and soon the world.
"MAKA!" Cried an old woman who was walking the streets. She had a scarf around her head and was short with white hair, but she spoke with a thick Italian accent.
She ran to me grabbing my hand and shaking them and saying quick illegible words that sounded Italian. Since we where prisoners the guards didn't let many people pass, but they didn't protect us so much that it would arise suspicion and this woman was apparently marked as a non threat. Until she took my head in her hand and brought it down to her ear and whispered.
"You must save us from the wicked one." she said in a shaky old voice but before she could finish a muffled gunshot went off and the woman froze and then dropped into my arms. Swiftly two tall men in black grabber her from my frozen arms and whisked her away. She was another person to die from this so called disease. The six people around me were frozen from what they had just seen but soon Soul placed his hand on my shoulder turning me around and pulling me into a tight hug. Tears fell from my emerald eyes not only for the woman but for this life that we now lead, for this tragic ending to Death City. The only thing left was to rebel.
Was it any good should I make it into a story? It has a hint of the Hunger Games but not any fighting just the rebelling type thing well I really hope you liked it leave a comment telling me if it should be a story or not