The One who Changes Fate (A Tokyo Revengers Fanfic)

Chapter 1 Nightmare or Reality?

Pov - 3rd person

Warning - Blood, Gore, Cussing (Though that's most likely going to happen in every chapter.), Mentions of sex, bullying, a little fourth wall breaking (Someone please get the flex tape).

Kierra walks down the hallways of her school, confused, seeing everything like her glasses had suddenly been tinted red. As she looked around more, it was eerily quiet. She looked into the first classroom, the first class she has and found something that made ice spread through her veins.

As much as she hated most of her peers since they verbally abused her, she would never wish this upon them. So why was she dreaming of it?

Lakes of red covered the tile, a startling contrast against the stark white. Walls seemed to cry blood and bits of what looked like brains clung to the walls. As Kierra unwillingly took in more and more details, the pit in her stomach growing at a rapid rate, she finally set her eyes on the bodies of her classmates.

She glanced at the window and set her eyes on something that was blood-curdling. The reason that her vision was tinted red was obvious now.

Blood dripped down her face and holes filled her chest and a gunshot wound to the head. It was one thing to see a dead body, it was another to see your own. Something about seeing your own body was... even more unsettling and sickening, making the pit in her stomach even bigger and making her feel nausea and dizziness. Which was trippy since she knew that she was dreaming.

Suddenly, she felt like she was yanked out of her body. She was staring at a blank screen. It came to life.

645 students were found injured or dead. Staff members are deceased with one missing. The two armed assailants have escaped and are at large at this very moment.

'645 students', Kierra thought. 'How were they able to get so far? Why couldn't the police catch them?' Kierra took a deep breath. 'Calm down Kierra, it's not real. It's just a fucked up dream. Yup, fucked up dream.' She nodded her non-existent head.

Pov - 1st Person

An annoying screeching filled this dark void before I let out a screech myself as I felt like I was skydiving. My eyes snapped open, my vision blurry, and turned to my alarm. 6:32 my little ear torture machine showed. My skin had a thin layer of sweat on it from my dream.

I flopped out of my queen sized bed before wobbling around my room, grabbing my glasses. Looking for something to wear, I pull out an emerald green skirt, a black top, and black see-through stockings. I laid those on my bed and placed a necklace that had a silver dragon.

The warm water of my shower sprayed down onto my face as I put shampoo and then conditioner into my hair before brushing it. As I dried off, I searched for a hair tie and put my hair into a side fishtail temporarily.

I quickly put on my clothes and do some simple eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara before pulling my nearly dry hair from its braid. With my curls now revived I skipped down the hall, hiding the effect that my dream, no, nightmare had on me, and down the stairs, the time now being 6:53.

I pulled out flour, baking powder, sugar, butter, eggs, and milk along with chocolate chips. Within minutes, pancakes began to stack up. One pancake . . . three pancakes . . . six pancakes.

I placed four plates on the table, along with strawberries and blueberries. As I placed the stack of pancakes down, the coffee finished brewing, I quickly poured myself a cup. I downed that then grabbed a pancake just as my little sister waddled down the stairs.

My four year old sister, Zoey, had started to make a habit of waking up around the same time I did.

"Morning, Chair!" Zoey said to me. I sighed, when Zoey was two whenever she tried to say my name she would end up calling me Chair.