Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Battle Royale ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not own Battle Royale or Card Captor Sakura. They belong to Koshun Takami and CLAMP.

It is the dawn of the new millenium. The nation of Japan has collapsed and students have started to boycott their schools and fight back against adults and teachers. Unemployment rose rapidly and everything was about to fall apart. Battle Royale came to change all that…

Battle Royale

By Charles Xavier

"I'm a survivor of this fucking game." Kawada

Prologue

Dear Diary,

You may be wondering why I haven't written to you for a while. Well, it's hard for me to explain the reasons. To be frank, I'd like to say right now that my life is scarred forever by the past few days when I was away. The joyous young girl you once knew has now been torn down into a friendless sad girl who cannot pull a smile on her face anymore. There is this guilt which I feel will haunt me until the day I die. (Why did I leave them behind?)

The nurses in the hospital have been so kind to me. They come every thirty minutes or so to see if I'm resting comfortably in bed. They offer me stuffed animal toys to keep me company when they're gone. They even feed me whenever I feel hungry, and I've been starving for how long? I don't feel like remembering now. I just want to forget about it. I haven't had this much comfort since I left home. And that's where I should have been before all this happened.

My mother came to see me this afternoon. I had never seen her this concerned over me before. She seemed even more horrified than that time I fell suddenly ill in school. She couldn't bear to see my bandaged face either. I only had one eye to clearly see her weep silently beside my bed. And I only had my right arm free to reach over and hold onto her soft dear hands, just to tell her that I'm all right. But when she looked at me, behind those teary red eyes I saw that she wasn't crying just for me, but also for my unfortunate friends.

Since I only have one arm to write for the time being, I thought I'd be able to tell you all of this. Though I can't say I'm glad of being alive. I'm just not.

I was never too much a believer of Darwin's theory of evolution; that only the fittest can truly survive in life. That one must act ruthless and fight for oneself, no matter how others may cry or beg for mercy. I have been through that and have seen it with my very own eyes…and it's just like Hell.

Every now and then I can still see the bloodstains of my friends covering my hands. I scream out to the nurses and ask them to wipe it off, but they tell me they see nothing wrong. Do you think I might be going…crazy? Is this what being crazy is all about? Having a guilty conscience that won't stop haunting you?

Wait, you wouldn't know if I haven't told you my story, would you? Maybe it's best if I started from the beginning. Then you can answer my question.

So I'll tell you everything…

Author's Note: Okay, pretty confusing here, and you might be asking yourself: "What the hell's going on here?". Well, I can't answer that, I'm afraid! That'll just spoil the story's twist. So if you want to unravel the mysteries of this fic, I ask you kindly to please review!

BTW: Can any of you guess whose character perspective I'm taking?