World War 3
It's the year 2030 after the global epidemic of the 2019 Coronne Virus spread around the world. Wiping out half of the population of humans, and animals, The Vatican City was no longer a country or a place to be spoken of, The Governments banned all religious actions or items all burned to a crisp along with the once beautiful Vatican City. Corrupt politicians and government leaders came to power. Countries engaging war against each other for lands, more money, more power and more. The people have no say in this since they kill any who oppose them. Military personnel kill the people in protests and riots with no hesitation. The world was in chaos, many were homeless and many were dead.
Japan, China, Russia, Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, Germany, Sweden, Italy, South, and North Korea were called the Puritan and America, England, Mexico, Brazil, Czech Republic, Poland, Spain, Portugal, Africa, Australia, and more were called the Beelzebub. The world was literally divided in the middle. Big black metal and stone walls occupy the line; it was named the "Black Mamba" because of the numerous graffiti's of Kobe Bryant and many other favorite icons.
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12:38 pm, Tokyo, Japan
A cold weary night was ahead. But it was just another mission to finish, another person needed to kill or just something needed to retrieve. You watch silently as the Jumbotrons flash pictures of criminals, reports or advertisements for the public to see. I am (L/n) (Y/n) the top assassin in the M.A.G or the Military Assassins Group. People always think that assassins are only for killing people but we do more than that. You sigh as the news flashes before me:
//Japan is winning the war! //
// Support the Seifu for the cost! //
// Smith Solomon for ¥139,003,900.00 for his capture wanted because of Arson, Assault, Hindering of War effort, Espionage and Murder//
//Dead or Alive//
You sigh as the world war 3 or 'war on the world' is what people call it. You sighed as you stealthily enter Smith's building or his hiding place. You grab a coal dagger the iron coated in non-metallic black paint. You tied your hair in a simple bun as you walk into his room. The walls were an elegant white; there were papers and books everywhere, a desk with numerous blueprints, pens, and other necessities. Your silvery black boots tapped on the wooden floorboards, your silvery black slit dress that reached your knees shone in the light coming from the windows under the moonlight, a belt with various weapons were on your waist. You held the knife close to my heart as you spotted your victim in his bed, tucked in and sleeping like a log. "Smith Solomon, Requiescat in pace Bastardo!" you slit his throat in as his eyes opened once before it closed forever. You grabbed his thumb and coated it in his blood and stamped it on your little black notebook. You went back to the MAG base "(L/n)-san! (L/n)-san, Watanabe-san is looking for you" you heard someone call your name. You looked at the chestnut-haired girl panting as if she ran a marathon her hair reached her waist "Hizashi?" The short girl stood up as her pale complexion, she was wearing a blue blouse and navy blue pencil skirt and wore black flats. Hizashi Chie she was the secretary of Watanabe Shigeo. Watanabe Shigeo is the head of the MAG. "I see, Thank you Hizashi, I'll come by his office later" She nods as she bid goodbye to me as she walked back; You walked to the crowded halls of the building until you reached the golden elevator.
You sighed as you pressed the number 5. It was a boring ride up to your room, multiple songs played as you rode up the elevator. The elevator doors opened as you stepped out grabbing your keys and opening the hard oak door to my room. It was a simple duplex apartment, the floor was a varnished ash wood, the walls were a light turquoise, The couch was royal blue with stripes in addition to match the ottoman, numerous white and light blue pillows, some had printed designs of cats, and a few chibi anime characters on the covers, The coffee table was made out of glass and synthetic metal with a few designs of black swirls, The Television was on top of a white TV stand with its drawers sky blue, Big black and thin speakers were beside the TV stand, white TV stand with its drawers sky blue,2 big white bookshelves were near the couch filled with books, There was a spiral staircase going to the second floor, behind the staircase was the comfort room, in front of the staircase was the kitchen, the kitchen floor was an ash wood flooring, the counter was white marble, the cupboards were a light blue, the dining table was near an extended window along with a few potted plants, the second floor was the bedroom, laundry room, and a bathroom, The bedroom was light blue and a beautiful mural on the walls, an extended window on the other side of the room, a queen sized bed with light blue with a silver trim covers, The nightstand was a light blue, the closet doors were white, the closet is a walk in closet, 3 bookshelves filled with numerous manga, light novels and figurines and nendroids, a desk in the opposite side of my bed with 5 computer monitors, a few papers and other essentials, a big flat screen TV on the right side of the bed. I sighed as I stretched my sore muscles and flopped on my soft bed " I'll get change after that I'll go meet up with Watanabe-san after I meet up with him I'll go buy groceries and check out the anime store, I'll binge watch Overlord or maybeThe saga of Tanya the evil? I might read the latest update on the Promised Neverland" You thought, as you stood up sighing heavily as you entered your closet and changing to a simple grey V neck t-shirt, blue jeans, and a simple denim jacket. You untied your bun as your (H/l) (H/c) swayed; you looked at your reflection in your full body mirror, your (s/c) complexion reflected on the mirror. You sighed as you grabbed your phone.
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Protocol: Kill
Fanfiction12:38 pm A cold weary night was ahead. But it was just another mission to finish, another person needed to kill or just something needed to retrieve. I watch silently as the Jumbotrons flash pictures of criminals, reports or advertisements for the p...