Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Hejira ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Note: Here's the promised semi-sequel to Translate This! Sorry it took me so long to get the first chapter up. Some unexpected problems came up and I was forced to put fanfic writing on hold for a while. I originally was going to wait until I finished the first 5 chapters or so before posting but I hate to keep people waiting, so here's the prologue first, just to give you guys an idea of what the story's going to be like. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Prince of Tennis, so please don't sue me. You wouldn't get any money anyway. (This goes for the whole fic, I'm way too lazy to write more than one disclaimer.)

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Hejira

Prologue

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She sat on the cold marble ground, panting as she looked around the dark room. She took in the pale blue walls that were now covered in dripping layers of crimson, and the piles and piles of bodies that lay, unmoving, around her.

She looked down at the blood covering her own clothes, not even sure if it was her blood or not. A deep cut, still bleeding profusely, ran down the inside of her left forearm, made by some madman with a meat cleaver. Her abdomen felt bruised and sore to the touch, and pain was coursing through her right leg. She leaned down slowly and carefully to inspect the wound. She grimaced - two gunshots, one in the calf, and one in the back of her ankle. Although it wasn't too bad, if you compared it to all of the dead bodies around her. There were probably over thirty of them in total.

She reached up with her good arm to grab the counter top behind her. Carefully, she hoisted herself up to a standing position. She gingerly placed her wounded leg on the floor, pulling it back immediately when it failed to hold her weight.

A small rustling sound came from her left, and she whipped around instinctively, clenching her teeth as her leg throbbed in complaint at the sudden movement.

"Wh-why?" A voice cut through the darkness. It was weak, bordering on silence. She looked down at the owner of the voice, squinting her eyes in the dark.

"Why did you d-do it?" The voice stammered.

Her eyes widened as she recognized the blood-smeared face that was speaking. His face. "You should be dead." She said, her voice quivering dangerously as she limped closer.

"I-I had to know first…" The voice grew softer and softer. She reached into her pocket as he talked and quietly pulled out her handgun. She glanced at it quickly. One bullet left.

"Was it m-my fault? Wh-where did I go wrong?" His voice was filled with silent remorse. She stood there, tears slowly beginning to fill her eyes as she watched him struggle for every breath.

"I thought we w-were getting s-somewhere…" She tried to ignore his soft, golden-brown eyes as she lifted her arm, pointing the gun directly at him with her trembling hand. If she missed, he would die slowly and painfully, most likely of blood-loss. She couldn't miss. It was the least she could do.

"Why did you have to do this?" Those amber eyes seemed to stare through her soul, and she felt her heart clench.

"Because." She tightened her grip on the gun, steadying her hand. She had done this so many times, it was almost like breathing by now. So why was this so hard? "Because I'm a coward." She whispered.

She pulled the trigger, not even flinching as the shot rang off loudly, his head dropping to the floor with a quiet thud.

She stood there for a moment, staring at his handsome face before wiping a blood-covered hand over her cheeks, drying her tears. She dropped her gun, as if holding it burned her skin. She then limped out of the room, pulling a matchbook out of her pocket on the way, and lighting one. She looked back one last time before dropping the match. She turned back around and ran as fast as she could with her injured leg, not even watching as the flame from the match caught onto the carpet, and then the table and the couches, and eventually, the whole house.

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Author's Note: I know it's short, but basically it's just a mood setter chapter. Although don't worry, not the whole fic is going to be so dark and violent. I promise it lightens up. Thanks to all the readers, especially those from Translate This who've decided to stick with me long enough to read this new fic. Check back soon for Chapter 1! --castle.