This is my first fanfiction, so it might suck. I'm an Air Gear fan, so it made sense to do a fanfiction on it. I'm trying to use my own character to make the story more original. Disclaimer: I do not own the real Air Gear character, or their world. I only own my Imagination that made me write.
Chapter 1
"He's by himself!!" the leader of the Skullsaders yelled as he grinded on a rusted rail of a nearby abandon building. "Boss its massacre down here. I don't know how this little motherfucker is doing it, but he's killing everyone" he heard over the walkie-talkie. He was getting upset at his men. He punched the wall, and with impact, broke off fragments of the bricks. "How fucking hard is it to fuck up one person damn person!!" The Skullsaders was facing a new F class team. He thought it would be easy picking being that there were facing one person. What he didn't know was that the boy was no ordinary stormrider. After minute or so the Skullsaders' leader looked behind him to find that his team was missing in action. By this time he had fled into the building, thinking that it was his only safe place. His heavy panting had filled the empty building like double D tits in a B size bra. He found a small room sofa. He sat down, and just as he caught his breath, he started to hear a child singing what seem to be haunting lullaby.
"Rats came out to play.
Out from the grave come Bozu to prey.
The rats started to scream, he killed them with gleam, until the rats no longer seemed.
And now Bozu fun went away."
At first the song was nothing more than a muffed murmur, but soon the hall of the tenement rung with the hellish lullaby. "Guys where the fuck are you?!" he screamed competing with the song, which with every passing second, was getting louder. "Who the hell are you?! What do you want for me?!" he yelled while crying. The singing suddenly stopped, and his echoing voice was heard through the halls once again. That is when he saw the face of the person who killed his whole team. The child was about eleven, he was about have 5'4", and his hair was dark gray color. He was wearing a black hooded-sweatshirt that was long on him. His eyes were dead, as if he was nothing but a doll. "They told us that your team would be challenging, but there only fun I had was scaring you. My name is Bozu and I am a member Death Valley, your emblem is ours" Bozu said as he plucked the emblem off the only surviving Skullsader and started for the window. He was about to leave when he turn around. "Oh I forgot something." He said as turned back to the broken spirited Skullsader. His eyes turned reddish- black, and his fang showing. "You also lost your right to live, so let me take that from you as well." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, noooooooooooooo!!"
Fade to Black