Ohayo!
FINALLY I HAVE TIME TO UPDATE THIS STORYYYYY
I started this fanficcy last school year, so my writing MAY have changed. I miss my old Language Arts teacher. He taught me so many awesome things.
And now Honours English is the most easiest class I have out of all of them(SEVEN FREAKIN PERIODS WHY KAMISAMA YOU MAKE ZERO HOUR)...
So the first thing this school year we wrote was about our personality, and the teacher said that we could be informal in our writing and let our style show.
I went all out.
Cuz why not?
And the results, WOAH.
IDEK the teacher said she loved it and asked me if I like to write a lot.
I said writing is okay(BTW NEVER SAY THAT TO AN ENGLISH TEACHER jk she loves me)
I draw more than I write. Writing at first was just a way to get my ranting about my family issues out.
But now it's kinda fun, having the ability to make 'fake' characters feel emotion and portraying them in a way the audience likes(which is the whole idea of FANFICTIONS lollll).
K on to the story- WAIT NO DISCLAIMERS
The characters I write about ARE NOT MINE :((((((((
The Red Scarf
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Chapter 2
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Have you ever went to a gas station or airport an inhaled the unhealthy particles of gas and diesel? Well, one thing is for sure.
It smells.
That was the first thought Mikasa had when she entered the starting point of a new game. She was surprised at the amount of players gathered in this area. And as far as she could see, all of them were of the male race. Most of them wore blacks, blues, and greens, favoring the darker, cooler colors for camouflage. Some oddballs were literally walking neon lights as they impatiently swiped their command logs to message acquaintances. These people must need to have a certain amount of expertise in order to be able to just walk out onto a battlefield. They would have been the first victims an individual would want to target.
The starting point itself was a dome. Metallic spikes circled the outer rim, electric purple plasma rings moving up and down the top as players began to spawn. There were steps leading down to a bridge with intricately designed handrails. Two swoops of iron made the inside of it, and soft curves of the rail bounced up and down, ending in points similar to that of the dome. Light green rectangular forms stood upright on top of these structures, giving the area a high-tecchy feel to it. Yellow, blue, orange and red colored triangle shapes floated in place and surrendered their light to random monuments and regions. But the rank stench of the area haunted her, surrounding her in a disgusting mist. It clung to her body like a parasite, clenching her in its grasp with an iron vice.
Mikasa slapped the back of her hand to her nose to block out the hideous smell, turning to a glass's building to stare at her converted characters' reflection.
The new body she inhabited was much different from her older one, lithe and weightless like the previous but curvy in shape. It fit better with the measurements of her real life figure.
Mikasa's hair now fell to her shoulders in a straight black bob, surrounding her neck in comforting darkness, the tips of the murkiness stained red. She reminisced about her old hair in FRO, a mass of cascading dark blue locks that ran all the way down to her thighs. But this hair was easier to maintain, if it needed any maintenance at all. Unlike the forethought conspiracies about Forest Run Online, etiquette was an important skill set. The observation to detail was always a good thing, especially with all the tidbits of 3-D Maneuver Gear they were expected to master.
Instead of the usual brightly colored pinks and yellows she donned during her time in the titan-killing game, Mikasa now sported midnight black clothes accented with streaks of eye-catching maroon. Her eyes also matched her hair and attire, a base of crimson highlighted in a reddish-orange, pupils outlined in hot pink. They glowed in the semi-darkness, the time frame not yet known to Mikasa's senses. She would have to check later when opening her inventory. But first, she needed info on this shady game that was supposed to be even more specialized in killing than FRO. How bad could it be?
"Oi, look at that hot chick," a heavyset man sneered. "Here to play with the big boys?"
He and his friends snickered, seizing Mikasa up and down, nodding approvingly at her figure. Mikasa could feel her own criticizing glare meet theirs, and they froze, gulping in apprehension under her hardened stare. They stood there, unable to tear their eyes away from hers in fear of pissing her off. Mikasa locked gazes with them longer than what was needing before answering hotly.
"Could say the same thing back to you," she retorted, unamused. "Without the 'hot chick' part, you bastards."
The man and his companions shuddered at her cold glare and lowered their heads in submission. They walked away slowly, bodies drooping in utter defeat. the seemed to have forgot their purpose of meeting at the starting point.
Hmm, pretty good for a first impression, Mikasa thought.
Whipping her springy hair around, she turned her back on them and continued down the dirtied gray steps. Large strips of road crisscrossed above her in a voluminous catastrophe. The air itself was a monster, strangling her breath with every sharp intake she took. People, mostly men, passed her by while judging her from the corners of their eyes. Mikasa was pretty sure they thought she was just an ignorant fifteen-year-old child of a prodigious wealthy family who had nothing better to do than wander around in the virtual world.
But they were wrong.
Why would she, of all people, want to venture into this wretched game in the first place?
Her sharp red eyes narrowed, surveying the unknown incognitos surroundings. The challenges that she would encounter she did not know; her mind was still muddled with thoughts of her beloved Eren.
Minutes passed by as Mikasa strode through dirt filled roads, clean but not yet clean in its metallic silverish-color glory. The sky was clouded in constant but gray shape-changing clouds. The sun barely peeked out onto the smooth ground. And when it did, the patch of light would be swallowed up again by an ever present haunting mist.
Details of the virtual space could be seen, small cracks in buildings were evident. She would occasionally run across minuscule anthills, the small creatures climbing in and out their mound. Fascinated by the intricacies of the game, she clenched and unclenched her fingers, fists curling due to the motions. Mikasa wondered how far her physical abilities were able to reach. Could she jump off a skyscraper over eight hundred feet high and land safely?
Suddenly she felt a change in aura- the peaceful roars of vehicles on the highway had drifted away, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its midst. The background had changed too, the tall occupied buildings transformed into shadowy ghost town infrastructures. A gigantic establishment rose to her left, a watchtower perched on the very edge of it. Several smaller blocks with red markings etched into them depicted safe zones in where a player could hide behind with a higher survival rate than of to not take cover. The absence of noise was shattered by an ear-piercing bang that echoed throughout several edifices. Mikasa jumped, startled by the lone bullet that almost grazed her face.
Mikasa sneaked into the high watchtower to gain a vantage point of what was happening. Climbing to the roof, she panted with effort. She lay down on her stomach behind a red marked mass. The swirling dust momentarily hid her vision before her eyes adjusted. Mikasa stilled all body movement.
And then she saw it.
A neon yellow haired female ran behind a pillar, her fiery orange orbs darting quickly around directing her teammates where to go. Her sight was not obscured with any protection of some sort. She donned a tan colored cape that covered her whole being from head down. The two large men she cooperated with nodded once and ran inside buildings opposite of each other. The girl and her pillar stood in between them, her back facing the area Mikasa was stationed at. Mikasa looked on, wide-eyed at the scenario spread underneath her. Wow, already she was witnessing her first fight inside the game in such a short time...
She breathed once through her mouth. Good. They had not noticed her yet- if they had, they would have showed some sort of body language to reveal that she was there. The consequences would be fatal if they saw her, maybe total elimination? Settling down for the show, her bright pupils scanned the area for the incoming invaders.
The opposing team was lead by a man with dark purple dregs, eyes covered by black goggles. He was in a shadowy shade of light black but covered in a coat without a hoodie. It was lined in both an inky shade of grey and purple, a boxy pattern traced onto the piece of fabric. Five others surrounded him in a circle. They moved away at his command, melting into carefully disguised blobs.
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BANG!
The attackers targeted the blonde haired beauty, breaking her cover behind the block of rock. A strong force field stopped any debris from cutting into her virtual skin, the trash converting into small shards of hexagonal red shapes before disappearing altogether. The girl looked unperturbed, staring at her opponents with bored eyes. She stood up slowly, raising the universal hand sign for gun, middle and index finger pointed at her opponents and thumb pulling at an imaginary trigger. The female yawned in what Mikasa could only describe as a form of silent sarcasm.
And shot.
Her two comrades opened fire, one on the roof of one building and one at the balcony of another. The man on the balcony was definitely sniping, his face buried behind a still weapon. He was a tall man, from what Mikasa could see when he was running. Brown hair peaked out from his oxygen mask, puffs of steam evident from the headgear and revealing the nervousness he felt. But his hand was steady and ready for fire. The much buffer of the two sported a pair of reflecting blue shades and an interesting double gun, which Mikasa guessed was a weapon creation skill. They had something similar in FRO, but the category was narrowed to enhancing the current weapons and slightly altering the shape to fit the wielders' needs.
The sniper quickly shot down a person who was stupid enough to walk into his line of vision. Slicked in sticky beads of sweat, he reloaded and waited for his next piece of prey. But one of the individuals' teammates threw a smoke bomb high into the air close to the structure, detonating it at the exact moment. The sharpshooter, losing his sight, cussed under his breath and quickly picked up his rifle, running down the building.
Meanwhile, the marksman wielding that double gun of his began to besiege his rivals, angling his weapon if choice to aim at the unfortunate victims. His metallic goggles gleamed under the harsh light, taking in everything around him before letting go. The bullet couplet flew, but the prediction line was so evident that the targets had enough time to slide out of the way. The man growled in frustration. Mikasa could see why he was so angry; he definitely had a clear shot at several enemies.
His sniper friend came to the rescue, cocking a handgun at ready. The scope from the previous weapon he had was put for accuracy in addition to the small pistol. He nodded, and both beings aimed and fired.
Two of the nemesis in result were taken down, but none of them the purple man. The two remaining survivors emerged from their covers to join the single man, rushing in a flurry to protect the leader. Regrouping, they emerged into a different formation.
They looked confident in their defense and began to advance toward the girl player. Mikasa gave a slight gasp of surprise, covering her mouth a split second too late. The orange eyed female flicked her pupils in Mikasa's direction before sighing slowly and unclipping her cape.
The piece of clothing billowed out behind her, momentarily hiding her figure before revealing a heavy duty machine gun strapped to her back.
The forwarding group paused. The tyrant's eyes gleamed in horror before mouthing unspoken words.
GE M134 Minigun.
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Dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Haha sort of left off with a cliff hanger there... sorry for that...
I've been thinking about the fanfiction base for Attack on Titan.
I don't see many super long stories; the longest one I've viewed was approximately 99k words.
And the reviews were so little!
idk... If you haven't read Fairy Dance of Death by Catsy in the Sword Art Online archive I advise that you try it out. Argo is so badass!
Oh yeah and the original movie for SAO was announced on October 4!
And yep I changed my name. *cocks head and smirks*
Miao,
~Rizzie-chan
*whispers* Heeeeey don't forget to review belowww ^_^