My Type of Fanfiction

PROLOGUE

26 October, 2016

A wail could be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

"WAH! WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?"

Okay, maybe not throughout the whole neighborhood... But you get what I mean.

It was an ordinary night. A high school girl (who had just finished her finals the day before) marathoning a movie series that had recently became very popular. It was nothing out of the ordinary, it was what anyone would have done. I mean, don't tell me you haven't ever stayed up a couple of nights just to catch up on your favorite movie series after exams. It was the typical behavior of a typical teenage girl.

"I... At least I did s-something in the end, didn't I?"
"No... No... Y-You can't just die!"

Half an hour later, with a box of tissues completely used up and the TV screen turned off, one could find the girl still curled up on the sofa, tear tracks evident on her face.

Ahh, a night in the life of just another teenage girl.

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27 October, 2039

"My baby... My baby..."

A young woman mumbled to herself, as she shuffled along with the crowd, her child clutched tightly in her arms. For hours, she and her fellow prisoners had marched across the dying city, braving the frigid morning mist. Cold metal gun barrels pressed itself upon the crowd, and she tried desperately to blend in, hoping that if she went unnoticed, she may just be able to live another day.

"My baby... My dear... Mummy loves you, mummy loves you..."

The child stirred in her arms, yawning softly as she blinked at her mother. She did not cry. Her mother would not allow it. The bay had learned by now that crying meant blossoming pain on her flesh, and she had learnt that crying was not allowed. And can you blame the mother? For if her child cries, it would mean unwanted attention, it would mean the death of both of them. Can you blame the mother for doing what she has to do?

"Hey."

The mother jumped, clutching her baby even tighter to her chest. The baby squirmed, but again, did not cry.

"Hi..."

Prisoner 772 gave the mother a smirk, and stared up at the looming grey clouds above them. "How long?"

"Thirteen days..."

"Same for me..."

Prisoner 772 trailed off, and they both knew what that meant. No one had survived for more than thirteen days before.

The mother clenched her eyes shut, and muttered a silent prayer. But what use was there? The whole country was forsaken, the whole country was dead. What hope was left? In fact, what use was hope, if there wasn't anyone left to hope for anymore?

The crowd stopped.

She kept her head down, and saw her reflection in a puddle. She could barely recognize herself anymore. Smooth blond hair that once flowed with the wind now became a matted mess of brown. When was the last time she had combed her hair? She could not remember.

A guard grabbed Prisoner 772. "You! OI! Stand over here!"

Please, help us. Anyone, help us!

A gun was pointed at her head.

"You. Move now. Move!"

She could feel the coldness of the metal as it pressed against her. She wondered if her blood would feel the same. Would it be warm, like how her husband's had been when he was shot in front of her? Or would it be cold, icy like the soul of the Ruler?

She wondered what life could have been like if this war had never happened.

"You! The one with the baby! Give us the baby! Now!"

Would they lead a happy life? Maybe they would be able to afford that cute little cottage by the river, which her husband had loved so much.

"Give us the baby! NOW!"

Her husband would fish for fish in the morning, with the warm glowing rays enveloping him and making him look like an angel. She would sit in the cottage and weave clothes for both him and their child using the finest threads she could buy, and in the afternoon, she would bake little treats, like cookies and cakes, for her daughter to enjoy.

An officer kicked her in the stomach, causing her to wince in pain as she was forced to her knees. In her moment of weakness, her child was pried from her hands.

A wave of frenzied panic washed over her, pushing away her exhausted stupor.

"No! No! Not my child! NOT MY DAUGHTER!"

A blow to the head, and she was left in the mud, wheezing and sobbing.

She could see it. She could see her daughter. She could see her beside the cottage, dancing in the wind happily as she beckoned her mother over.

With a screech of rage, she jumped up once more and tackled the officer holding her baby to the ground.

"Get... Off... GET THIS CRAZY WOMAN OFF ME!"

Bang.

Red splattered all over the ground.

The child began to cry.

She could see it. She could see her daughter, silky black hair flowing behind her. She could see her laughing, laughing happily as she danced in the wind. She could see her, could see her family, could see the future that she never could have now.

The grey clouds above rumbled, and rain began to fall...

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27 October, 2016

"Alice! It's raining really heavily outside! You sure you don't want to wait a couple more minutes and see if it will go down a bit?"

"Nah mum! I can't! I've got a really important test during the first period and you know Ms Yuri never cares about rain or anything! She'll just fail me if I'm late!"

"Ok ok! Take care alright? And remember to pick up your brother after school today!"

"Yup yup mum got it! Okay okay gotta go now! Bye!"

Alice gave her mum a quick hug, grabbed her bag and breakfast, and opened the door. Squinting her eyes at the heavy rain outside, she gave a shrug, opened her umbrella, and dashed out.