lycoris recoil and the white devil

Chapter 00-white devil

(Drip drip drip)

(Vroom)

(Splash splash)

(Children laughing)

They played and laughed as the rain hit their iconic yellow raincoats, dancing and hopping in the rain With smiles on their faces.

At times they would drow a ball at each other and soak the other with water that would form on the floor.

Just as any kid would and should be doing.

Minus the few unlucky souls that don't have the privilege to smile as they should.

Instead of play time to great them in morning. There instead are greeted with a dark room underground a government complex disguised as an everyday orphanage. for when parents don't want them or when they can't have them

These are children reborn in dark rooms.

What they do under here is be fed lies that they are special and that what there doing is good.

What lies are they being fed?.

The kind any naive and ignorant child will believe.

That there being trained to save lives and protect their country from terrorist and those that wish to do them harm.

But above all else to keep the peace for the citizens that live here under the cover of darkness and in broad daylight.

How stupid of them to believe the words of kidnapers that stole their childhood from them.

But enough about them they're not the ones we're focusing on.

We're going to put our intention to a certain white hair boy.

Whose name is Atlas.

As for who gave him the name has long since eluded him and neither does he care to find out who named him and why.

As to his location and age. Well I can only answer one of those questions and that being his location, cuz the other is top secret. You know how this works.

If the world found out what they were doing, there would be an uproar of people questioning the way they keep the peace in their country.

Now back to his wordabouts.

(Bang bang ping)

(Dud)

(More sound's of gunfire)

(Ahhhhhh)

We find our selves in a abandoned building with goons selling weapons to fund there war.

The type that varies from your standard ak 47 M14 M16 hand grenades uzi and your standard rocket propel grenade.

You know your standard gun trade.

Now you might be wondering why there making so much noise.

Currently there fighting for there lives.

At who? use your head. I'm not going to narrate everything for you.

Quick move this way over here, gunmen one yells to gunmen 2 3 and 4.

They run to a single light bulb that dimly lit an area of the building

With their backs against each other. Eyes scanning frantically beyond what laid in the darkness that threatens to devour them.

The thing that they are so afraid of is not human by which those in his line of work consider.

What do they consider him to be?.

Gunmen 4: the lights went out what do we do?.

Gunmen 2: shit cover me while I fix it
He turns his back away from the other's and turns on a poor quality flashlight in an attempt to restore power.

And succeeds with minimal effort.

Gunmen 2: alright I got i-

(Dud dud dud)

As he turns his back to face the rest of the goons that we're with him. He finds that they're all on the floor no longer needing to worry about headaches.

Gunmen 2: ahhhhhh

He pulls the trigger on his gun and let shot's fire into the dark in a francy of fear.

He holds down on the trigger aiming at anything that moves in the dark.

He keeps firing until he depletes the remaining bullet's he has on him.

(Click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click.)

With shaking hands he goes for another mag, only to drop it as it slides away from him and a few inches in to the darkness.

Gunmen 2: Shit.

As he curses under his breath he contemplates whether or not he should risk going for it.

With shaky breaths he slowly inches towards it careful to scan his surroundings until he can grasp for it.

But to him it feels as if the darkness has eyes all over him and the closer he got to the mag the further it would appear.

Until he could finally stretch his arm out to reach for it.

He crouches down and grabs a hold of the mag, but doesn't do anything else.

He stays still crouched without a single movement or twitch from his body.

And the reason for that is because he has no head, what used to belong there is now but a stump of blood flush and bone.

Blood squirts out like a geyser from where used to be his head.

All that happened while the light bulb got brighter and brighter until.

(Pop)

As for what people call him in his line of work.

It's a name that many fear and respect.

They call him shiroi akuma, WHITE DEVIL.

And he doesn't fight for peace.