Chapter 1
[DISCLAIMER: I still don't own anything...if I did...well...I wouldn't be here right now.]
[Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out, I have been extremely busy, and I'll try to have the next few chapters out ASAP! And just
so no one gets confused, *___*, that's thought, "____", that's speech, /_____/, that's flash back, ****** and that's a change in scenery]
One month after the deaths of her loved ones, Rachel Parker decided she needed to move. Being eighteen, Rachel could, and must,
now live on her own. Her father left all of his earthly possessions to her mother, who in turn left them to her. The Parkers were pretty
well -off, which was a good thing for Rachel. She'd been living in an apartment for the past month, and she could basically do whatever
she wanted. She had enough money. The only thing that bothered her is where to move to. She could go anywhere, since everything
had been lost in the fire and all she had was a couple of duffel bags full of clothes. She had an idea of where she was going. She kept
having this dream; this horrible dream. Evil laughter, a roaring explosion, death, destruction. But one of the buildings looked extremely
familiar. She studied Japanese Culture and Language last summer, and one of the buildings looked an awful lot like a picture of
downtown Tokyo in her textbook. She decided that it would be worth a try and that's exactly where she was going. Tokyo. Rachel
needed to get her mind off things. Off her parents, off of James, but mostly off of Zilena. She knew she was blinded by hatred, and
Rachel knew she couldn't face Zilena fueled by rage alone. It would only get her killed, and then they all would have died in vain. It still
hurt so much to think of them. Her father's brilliant experiments; she had taken all of his research, or what was left of it, with her; her
mother's smiling face; she managed to save a picture; her boyfriend's caring ness; she had only memories of that. If only she'd had
more time, just a little. She could have just gotten one thing, one thing to remind her of James. Rachel shook her head. It wouldn't help
her if she spent all of her time thinking about the what-ifs. She had to move on. Somehow, she just had to. But, in the back of her head,
she still thought of it. The chorus in her mind screamed that it was all her fault. It sounded like children on a playground..."Your fault!
Your fault! Na na na na na na!" As much as Rachel read, or kept herself occupied, the voices would come back. *My god...I'm going
crazy.* As she arrived at the airport, the only thing on her mind was getting away from it all...just leaving it all behind.
******
"She thinks she can just leave! Who does she think she is??" A pair of red eyes glared into a pool or what seemed to be water, but
there were images displayed in it. A young girl, face stricken with grief and anguish, handing a stewardess a ticket, and then getting on
to a plane.
"But this is good," the woman cackled, "I've caused her pain...the worst kind. All that is left now is to annihilate her...but where in the hell
is she going? Hmmph, I'll have to find out now, won't I? Vyn! Vyn, where the HELL are you??" A young man wearing a medieval style
armor walked into the room. He had dark brown hair and piercing green eyes.
"Yes, milady?" He bowed gracefully.
"I want you to find that Rachel girl, and inform me of her location; I have a little surprise for her," Zilena held up a tiny vial and cackled
gleefully.
******
Rachel waited at the luggage pick up, waiting for her bags to come through. She really hoped that they didn't get lost, because one of
them had the phone number and address of the apartment complex that she was going to move into. She breathed a sigh of relief as
she saw them come through the chute. *Well, at least whoever is in charge up there isn't THAT cruel,* she thought bitterly. It was true, it
would have taken a cruel god to take away her last possessions and leave her on the streets. She took out the worn picture of her
mother that she kept in her coat pocket. Rachel sighed. *At least I'll never forget your smiling face, mom.*
/The fireman approached Rachel meekly; she was in an extreme bad mood and snapped at anyone who got near her. He had a piece
of paper in his hand.
"Uhh, miss, I thought you might like this." He held out the paper to her. It was a picture of her mother. The amazing thing was, it was
completely untouched by the fire. Rachel clutched the picture in her hand and wept./
Thankfully, the apartment complex that Rachel was checking out wasn't too far away from the airport. Having no car or bicycle, she had
to walk everywhere she went. She talked to the manager and signed into a contract. Rachel moved in by the end of the day. She was
grateful to get a place to sleep; the flight had very much worn her out. She threw her things down on the floor, collapsed into her new
bed, and welcomed the unconsciousness that engulfed her.
******
Vyn watched as a plane landed at Tokyo Airport. *Gotcha!* It had taken a couple of hours of hacking into the airport's computer
system, but he had found where Rachel was going. Under the orders of Zilena, he enrolled into Juuban High School under the name
Vincent Le Blaunt, a transfer student from France. Zilena figured since Rachel was an avid learner, she would most definitely enroll in
the Juuban school district to finish her last year of schooling. Vyn knew he would be greatly rewarded for his efforts against the young
teen superhuman.
******
Rachel woke up at about 1:30pm the next day. She was glad it was Sunday. It would give her time to buy the necessities, such as
food, an alarm clock, and she also needed to meet with the principal of Juuban High School, so that she could enroll and get her
school uniform and such. After she had finished grocery shopping, she decided that she would go to the school next. After she had
successfully enrolled into school, she stopped at the bank and made an account to transfer her inheritance money to. Rachel decided to
keep her parent's stocks where they were, since they appeared to be making some money. She wished she didn't have to do this
alone, balancing money and stocks was just so hard. *Oh mom, dad, why, WHY did I have to let that happen to you?? Why couldn't I
have been there with you? At least I wouldn't have to be here all alone.* She put her head in her hands. *What am I going to do without
you guys?* She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. She was "all cried out".
"Well," Rachel said, regaining her composure, "I guess I should get everything in order. I start school tomorrow..."
[And that's the first chapter! Up next...Rachel's first day of school! It will be longer, I promise! I'll try to have chapter two out as soon as I can, it might be a few days though...Thanks for
reading! Let me know what you think!! Review, review, review!!!]
[DISCLAIMER: I still don't own anything...if I did...well...I wouldn't be here right now.]
[Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out, I have been extremely busy, and I'll try to have the next few chapters out ASAP! And just
so no one gets confused, *___*, that's thought, "____", that's speech, /_____/, that's flash back, ****** and that's a change in scenery]
One month after the deaths of her loved ones, Rachel Parker decided she needed to move. Being eighteen, Rachel could, and must,
now live on her own. Her father left all of his earthly possessions to her mother, who in turn left them to her. The Parkers were pretty
well -off, which was a good thing for Rachel. She'd been living in an apartment for the past month, and she could basically do whatever
she wanted. She had enough money. The only thing that bothered her is where to move to. She could go anywhere, since everything
had been lost in the fire and all she had was a couple of duffel bags full of clothes. She had an idea of where she was going. She kept
having this dream; this horrible dream. Evil laughter, a roaring explosion, death, destruction. But one of the buildings looked extremely
familiar. She studied Japanese Culture and Language last summer, and one of the buildings looked an awful lot like a picture of
downtown Tokyo in her textbook. She decided that it would be worth a try and that's exactly where she was going. Tokyo. Rachel
needed to get her mind off things. Off her parents, off of James, but mostly off of Zilena. She knew she was blinded by hatred, and
Rachel knew she couldn't face Zilena fueled by rage alone. It would only get her killed, and then they all would have died in vain. It still
hurt so much to think of them. Her father's brilliant experiments; she had taken all of his research, or what was left of it, with her; her
mother's smiling face; she managed to save a picture; her boyfriend's caring ness; she had only memories of that. If only she'd had
more time, just a little. She could have just gotten one thing, one thing to remind her of James. Rachel shook her head. It wouldn't help
her if she spent all of her time thinking about the what-ifs. She had to move on. Somehow, she just had to. But, in the back of her head,
she still thought of it. The chorus in her mind screamed that it was all her fault. It sounded like children on a playground..."Your fault!
Your fault! Na na na na na na!" As much as Rachel read, or kept herself occupied, the voices would come back. *My god...I'm going
crazy.* As she arrived at the airport, the only thing on her mind was getting away from it all...just leaving it all behind.
******
"She thinks she can just leave! Who does she think she is??" A pair of red eyes glared into a pool or what seemed to be water, but
there were images displayed in it. A young girl, face stricken with grief and anguish, handing a stewardess a ticket, and then getting on
to a plane.
"But this is good," the woman cackled, "I've caused her pain...the worst kind. All that is left now is to annihilate her...but where in the hell
is she going? Hmmph, I'll have to find out now, won't I? Vyn! Vyn, where the HELL are you??" A young man wearing a medieval style
armor walked into the room. He had dark brown hair and piercing green eyes.
"Yes, milady?" He bowed gracefully.
"I want you to find that Rachel girl, and inform me of her location; I have a little surprise for her," Zilena held up a tiny vial and cackled
gleefully.
******
Rachel waited at the luggage pick up, waiting for her bags to come through. She really hoped that they didn't get lost, because one of
them had the phone number and address of the apartment complex that she was going to move into. She breathed a sigh of relief as
she saw them come through the chute. *Well, at least whoever is in charge up there isn't THAT cruel,* she thought bitterly. It was true, it
would have taken a cruel god to take away her last possessions and leave her on the streets. She took out the worn picture of her
mother that she kept in her coat pocket. Rachel sighed. *At least I'll never forget your smiling face, mom.*
/The fireman approached Rachel meekly; she was in an extreme bad mood and snapped at anyone who got near her. He had a piece
of paper in his hand.
"Uhh, miss, I thought you might like this." He held out the paper to her. It was a picture of her mother. The amazing thing was, it was
completely untouched by the fire. Rachel clutched the picture in her hand and wept./
Thankfully, the apartment complex that Rachel was checking out wasn't too far away from the airport. Having no car or bicycle, she had
to walk everywhere she went. She talked to the manager and signed into a contract. Rachel moved in by the end of the day. She was
grateful to get a place to sleep; the flight had very much worn her out. She threw her things down on the floor, collapsed into her new
bed, and welcomed the unconsciousness that engulfed her.
******
Vyn watched as a plane landed at Tokyo Airport. *Gotcha!* It had taken a couple of hours of hacking into the airport's computer
system, but he had found where Rachel was going. Under the orders of Zilena, he enrolled into Juuban High School under the name
Vincent Le Blaunt, a transfer student from France. Zilena figured since Rachel was an avid learner, she would most definitely enroll in
the Juuban school district to finish her last year of schooling. Vyn knew he would be greatly rewarded for his efforts against the young
teen superhuman.
******
Rachel woke up at about 1:30pm the next day. She was glad it was Sunday. It would give her time to buy the necessities, such as
food, an alarm clock, and she also needed to meet with the principal of Juuban High School, so that she could enroll and get her
school uniform and such. After she had finished grocery shopping, she decided that she would go to the school next. After she had
successfully enrolled into school, she stopped at the bank and made an account to transfer her inheritance money to. Rachel decided to
keep her parent's stocks where they were, since they appeared to be making some money. She wished she didn't have to do this
alone, balancing money and stocks was just so hard. *Oh mom, dad, why, WHY did I have to let that happen to you?? Why couldn't I
have been there with you? At least I wouldn't have to be here all alone.* She put her head in her hands. *What am I going to do without
you guys?* She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. She was "all cried out".
"Well," Rachel said, regaining her composure, "I guess I should get everything in order. I start school tomorrow..."
[And that's the first chapter! Up next...Rachel's first day of school! It will be longer, I promise! I'll try to have chapter two out as soon as I can, it might be a few days though...Thanks for
reading! Let me know what you think!! Review, review, review!!!]