Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Machinegun Angel ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: plasticlove 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Post-apocalyptic / Mecha / Cyberpunk / Action | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 11.12.2007 | Updated On: 11.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 373 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Post-apocalyptic / Mecha / Cyberpunk / Action | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 11.12.2007 | Updated On: 11.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 373 | Status: Completed
Prolouge/Opening
A harsh, icy wind picked up, blowing the dusty snow through his silver hair into his face like tiny needles piercing his pale, frostbitten flesh. The figure in white trudged through the drifts of snow in search of any kind of civilization, or light that would lead him out of the frigid, snowy night. Bare feet now numb to the cold, left tracks in the snow, speckled with blood that fell from the gaping wound where his right arm used to be. As he grasped the wound tightly to ease the blood flow, part of him had forgotten the pain. His mind focused on his freezing body, stricken with hypothermia. He recalled the incident in small memories that flashed before his eyes between desperate shivers. A voice spoke to him softly...
"I had no choice... " the deep male's voice repeated in the back of his mind "...please forgive me."
The young man, who barely had any memories of his life up to now, recalled why he was there. He had been set free from a brief life of torture, and testing in a laboratory. He knew his body had been modified, but he had no ideas of what the abilities that had been given to him were capeable of. He would soon find out.
He located a stretch of railroad tracks and began heading towards them. He thought to himself they must lead to civilization. It occured to him that following them may be his only chance of finding someone willing to help him. Just then, he heard a noise. Through clouded eyes, he peered up to see a shadowy, four-legged creature walking along the tracks, yelping. He had never seen a creature like this before, having been in the lab his entire life. Another noise was heard, this time it was that of a younger human girl. She called out through the howling wind, headed for the tracks as well.
A rumbling sound could be sensed through the injured young man's feet. Sensitive eyes changed glances from the young woman and her creature to a bright light in the distance. It was apparent that the girl could not hear very well, and that she did not notice the light. A train was approaching quickly-- seemingly comming down from a pass at an alarming speed. It was out of control, and heading straight for the them.
The young man gathered what what was left of his strength, knowing he had to help the deaf girl. Eyes wide, he ran towards her, hearing the deafening roar of the locomotive's horn blasting through the open fields around them. She finally turned and witnessed the train just 100 yards from them.
A hand gave her a swift push, throwing the girl down the banking of the tracks into the snow, and to safety. Looking back, the girl was dumbfounded by what she witnessed. A blinding green light filled the snowy night sky, released by the stranger that had saved her life. He threw his arm out as he stood in the middle of the tracks in an attempt to stop the runaway train from crashing. Four gigantic angel wings of green energy exploded from his back, and a massive halo of nuclear green light encircled his head. The girl's heart was beating rapidly. "Is he an angel?!" she thought to herself, crawling onto her feet to make a run for cover. Unfortunately, the giant ball of energy was only powerful enough to slow the train a few miles per hour. Steel melted and twisted on impact with his force, but it was just too late.
The woman never stopped to look back as she ran. She never witnessed the train colliding with the 'angel' that had rescued her. The green energy had been replaced by a huge orange and red fireball that lit up the sky, as the train derailed and exploded on impact with the ground. Tears flowed from her eyes, knowing in her heart that the young man-- whoever.. or whatever he was, had been killed. The cars of the train jacknifed, folding and derailing all along the tracks for almost a mile. She could feel the rumbling of the cars hitting the ground.
But there was nothing she could do. The fire was too intense, the snow too thick. She could only wait until morning to return to search for survivors. She hoped and prayed with all of her heart that she would find the man that she believed was an angel alive.
The following morning, the young woman, along with members of her family who lived nearby, returned to the smoldering wreckage. It seemed the train had been abandoned, tracks in the snow confirming this. Thankfully it had not been a passenger train, but a cargo train carrying frieght to a nearby industrial sanction. The woman, alongside her mother, older brother and fiance, who were all doctors, searched all over for any signs of life. What they found was a sight none of them would ever forget.
Curled up in a bloody mass beneath the bridge that crossed a stream, was the broken, twisted body of the young man. He was covered in blood from head to toe, the once white labcoat he was wearing soaked through with his blood. His legs were twisted and snapped like twigs, and his arm obviously torn from it's socket, and completely gone. The other lay limp across his chest. They assumed the worst, approaching him. There was no possible way a human could survive something as terrible as being struck and run over by a train...
But upon closer inspection, they found they were wrong. A faint heartbeat could be felt. The poor thing was barely clinging to life in the icy stream. The mother, an older, middle-aged woman gently touched the massive injury on his head, which could be seen clearly. He was unconscious, and deep into shock.
"GO! Get a STRETCHER!" She cried out to her son, who quickly made a dash for the house, which they had converted into a small hospital and clinic for children.
"You are one lucky soul" She spoke softly to the young man, whom she cradled in her arms. Her clothes became drenched in his blood as she knelt in the freezing cold water, and wraped her arms around him to give him warmth. "...to have been found by us... count your blessings child. You truly have an angel on your shoulder."
Her eyes looked to the sky. and her daughter did as well, grasping gently, the silver cross pendant she wore around her neck.
They had absolutely no idea that this supposed "Angel" they had rescued was in fact a weapon of mass destruction resting in their very hands.
A harsh, icy wind picked up, blowing the dusty snow through his silver hair into his face like tiny needles piercing his pale, frostbitten flesh. The figure in white trudged through the drifts of snow in search of any kind of civilization, or light that would lead him out of the frigid, snowy night. Bare feet now numb to the cold, left tracks in the snow, speckled with blood that fell from the gaping wound where his right arm used to be. As he grasped the wound tightly to ease the blood flow, part of him had forgotten the pain. His mind focused on his freezing body, stricken with hypothermia. He recalled the incident in small memories that flashed before his eyes between desperate shivers. A voice spoke to him softly...
"I had no choice... " the deep male's voice repeated in the back of his mind "...please forgive me."
The young man, who barely had any memories of his life up to now, recalled why he was there. He had been set free from a brief life of torture, and testing in a laboratory. He knew his body had been modified, but he had no ideas of what the abilities that had been given to him were capeable of. He would soon find out.
He located a stretch of railroad tracks and began heading towards them. He thought to himself they must lead to civilization. It occured to him that following them may be his only chance of finding someone willing to help him. Just then, he heard a noise. Through clouded eyes, he peered up to see a shadowy, four-legged creature walking along the tracks, yelping. He had never seen a creature like this before, having been in the lab his entire life. Another noise was heard, this time it was that of a younger human girl. She called out through the howling wind, headed for the tracks as well.
A rumbling sound could be sensed through the injured young man's feet. Sensitive eyes changed glances from the young woman and her creature to a bright light in the distance. It was apparent that the girl could not hear very well, and that she did not notice the light. A train was approaching quickly-- seemingly comming down from a pass at an alarming speed. It was out of control, and heading straight for the them.
The young man gathered what what was left of his strength, knowing he had to help the deaf girl. Eyes wide, he ran towards her, hearing the deafening roar of the locomotive's horn blasting through the open fields around them. She finally turned and witnessed the train just 100 yards from them.
A hand gave her a swift push, throwing the girl down the banking of the tracks into the snow, and to safety. Looking back, the girl was dumbfounded by what she witnessed. A blinding green light filled the snowy night sky, released by the stranger that had saved her life. He threw his arm out as he stood in the middle of the tracks in an attempt to stop the runaway train from crashing. Four gigantic angel wings of green energy exploded from his back, and a massive halo of nuclear green light encircled his head. The girl's heart was beating rapidly. "Is he an angel?!" she thought to herself, crawling onto her feet to make a run for cover. Unfortunately, the giant ball of energy was only powerful enough to slow the train a few miles per hour. Steel melted and twisted on impact with his force, but it was just too late.
The woman never stopped to look back as she ran. She never witnessed the train colliding with the 'angel' that had rescued her. The green energy had been replaced by a huge orange and red fireball that lit up the sky, as the train derailed and exploded on impact with the ground. Tears flowed from her eyes, knowing in her heart that the young man-- whoever.. or whatever he was, had been killed. The cars of the train jacknifed, folding and derailing all along the tracks for almost a mile. She could feel the rumbling of the cars hitting the ground.
But there was nothing she could do. The fire was too intense, the snow too thick. She could only wait until morning to return to search for survivors. She hoped and prayed with all of her heart that she would find the man that she believed was an angel alive.
The following morning, the young woman, along with members of her family who lived nearby, returned to the smoldering wreckage. It seemed the train had been abandoned, tracks in the snow confirming this. Thankfully it had not been a passenger train, but a cargo train carrying frieght to a nearby industrial sanction. The woman, alongside her mother, older brother and fiance, who were all doctors, searched all over for any signs of life. What they found was a sight none of them would ever forget.
Curled up in a bloody mass beneath the bridge that crossed a stream, was the broken, twisted body of the young man. He was covered in blood from head to toe, the once white labcoat he was wearing soaked through with his blood. His legs were twisted and snapped like twigs, and his arm obviously torn from it's socket, and completely gone. The other lay limp across his chest. They assumed the worst, approaching him. There was no possible way a human could survive something as terrible as being struck and run over by a train...
But upon closer inspection, they found they were wrong. A faint heartbeat could be felt. The poor thing was barely clinging to life in the icy stream. The mother, an older, middle-aged woman gently touched the massive injury on his head, which could be seen clearly. He was unconscious, and deep into shock.
"GO! Get a STRETCHER!" She cried out to her son, who quickly made a dash for the house, which they had converted into a small hospital and clinic for children.
"You are one lucky soul" She spoke softly to the young man, whom she cradled in her arms. Her clothes became drenched in his blood as she knelt in the freezing cold water, and wraped her arms around him to give him warmth. "...to have been found by us... count your blessings child. You truly have an angel on your shoulder."
Her eyes looked to the sky. and her daughter did as well, grasping gently, the silver cross pendant she wore around her neck.
They had absolutely no idea that this supposed "Angel" they had rescued was in fact a weapon of mass destruction resting in their very hands.