“No...this can’t be happening.

Mom and Dad promised that we were going to the city for Christmas...that we would have eaten fried-chicken...that we would have played a lot of video-games and made snow-mans.

Mom...dad...WHERE ARE YOU?”

Red and black.

These were the only colors my eyes grasped in that hell, twelve years ago.

Red were the flames that surrounded me, the only human being so foolish as to throw himself headfirst amid chaos... but I would love to say that those insurmountable tongues of fire were the worst things inside that desperate scenario.

Men, women, children...no one had been spared from the fury of those alien beings, that rejoiced in seeing the bodies of us humans becoming fountains.

Yeah… fountains, that sprayed blood from all their sides to finally collapse and perish in puddles dyed with that damned red color.

The executioners of all this did not seem to be satisfied hearing our cries.

No... I'm so stupid.

Of course they weren't.

They did not come to slaughter ... they came to eradicate.

They were not assassins who killed for fun, hatred, revenge, despair or hunger.

They killed because killing was their belief.

To slaughter every human being in sight was their only purpose.

There was no way to communicate with them.

The only thing that remained for us to do was regret to ever had cross gazes with those pitch-black abominations.

And yet ... among those destruction emissaries ... a star was hiding.

A star so dazzling… who was able to take away the fears of others.

I met that astral being once I reached my treasured home. It was staring at the faces of my most dear ones... while they were shaking like leaves.

And so at that moment, I knew that the true nature of that star was... the greatest of all evils.

Its light gave no hope.

Instead of that, it fed people’s resignation and urged them to surrender.

A bright entity like a super-nova... that mercilessly vaporized my most important things before my very eyes.

It just pointed one finger...and so my house...my brave dad...and my caring mother vanished from this planet.

“…I’ll kill you. Even if it’s going to take me years, decades...or if I’ll become an aberration... I’ll never give your kind the pleasure to remember the massacre of my family! For having erased our possibilities and future... OUR future... I’m going to make you pay for it!”

The legs of the powerless me crumbled. I was there, cursing these last words to the monster while being broken and trembling with rage in that suffocating heat filled with madness.

But I am sure that what I cursed at that moment wasn’t only that Angel of Death who cut down our hopes...but also the little me that lost the strength to move on and to live in the present.

Ironically...my time froze in that Inferno emanating brutality and hatred.

God, what have we done to deserve this?

“……ga?”

Ah, what an idiot I am.

God died that day when the sky and reality broke to pieces.

”....kaga???”

The only thing left for me to do now is to kill that evil star with my own hands.

Exactly.

That same star that has pulverized the wishes of many and stolen our future.

“...lo? The zombies fi...ly recruited you?”

Mom... dad... I promise you.

I’ll spread my wings one day and I will take the heads of those arrogant stars…so I can put an end to this malignant plague.

I swear it... I Swear it!

“ I SWEAR IT!”

DONG, BULL'S-EYE!

At the moment that I hastily lifted my head and realized that the vision I had was only a dream...a spinning encyclopedia hit me straight on my forehead.

“OUCH! Ehi, who’s the ugly retarded that throws heavy encyclopedias...” I exclaim in anger... but soon I realize a couple of things.

Desk…students in uniform...and a pretty beautiful but mad lady at the beginning of her 30s on the other side of the classroom.

She has deep blue eyes, long black hair tied in a ponytail, glasses, a scientist coat and she’s staring in my eyes with a murderous intent while preparing to launch another big and heavy book.

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This...is the chance that I wanted! Let’s make this...a success!

“Wait, wait, WAIT! “Grizzly-woman”, today is the first day of our second year of university and so... let me make this a show for every old and new students that joined this HELL of biology class and let them enjoy their last moments of liberty!”

The woman standing in front of the chalkboard tilted her head in a confused manner but while keeping her rage from bursting.

“Ashikaga...if you are going to start again with your theater I’m going to serious-”

“I was talking and screaming like a real artist while dreaming about my fantasies scenarios!

How do I know that? Well.. let’s analyze the situation like the little Sherlock Holmes I am.”

“Ah...here we go again...another year with this freak it’s too much. I at least hope that they will increase my salary for teaching to this mad-lad”

And obviously, another mess from Brain Eater the first day of school.

Another Brain Eater scenario... he is never going to learn?

Uahhh...what a loser is Brain Eater.

These are the whispers that are running between the students in this room...and basically, these are the usual ring-tunes of my life as an academic last year.

But my performance it’s just started... let’s continue this madness!

“But it doesn’t require a really big explanation... I woke up in my first hour of university classes after reaching school in a half-asleep status also called “ZOMBIE POSSESSION”.

And...that’s impossible for me by ANY normal means to fully wake up before 10:30/11:15 A.M after zombie possession!

Also...usually when I explain this I get a lot of: “are you a creepy middle-school student?” and a lot of judging stares.. and I must PROUDLY take them all with my arms open!

After all... there is still a reason if the Z-class human a.k.a Brain Eater a.k.a Ren Ashikaga a.k.a ME is considered the worst student here.

So, ladies and gentleman...I’M WAITING!!”

Perfect! I can feel the judgment and the scorn of everyone in this room on me. I’m going to ruin again my reputation for this new year of university.

Sorry me, but this is for a better good.

Now let’s walk toward the exit of the classroom while keeping this circus!

“Average at everything, not inside any club and master of the legendary sleeping technique of the “Multiple Invisible Pillows” that allows me to sleep everywhere I want other than being a freaky gamer and a pervert with one of the most intimidating auras in this place.

Impressive, right? But enough with boasting my failure of a being... because I forgot about a crucial factor. And the big and heavy tome of biology on my desk that hit me at the speed of light remembered me of who is my nemesis.

And that person...is you!

The strict and always severe young beauty, Professor Yuki Kamiya!”

DONG, ANOTHER BULL’S-EYE FROM KAMIYA. ASHIKAGA IS K.O AND SUFFERING ON THE FLOOR!

“If that was a desperate try of winning my heart... well it sucked punk!”

“You are never going to find someone entertaining like me, spinster.”

“What, I can’t hear you. You are saying that you can’t find your biology textbook and so you want me to lend you another one? SURE, HERE YOU-”

“NOTHING! I SAID NOTHING!”

“Hmph, stay at your place dog. Return to your sea-”

“...Actually, I need to go to the toilet. I feel a pretty strong stomach-ache!”

The woman looks me now in a puzzled way after my interruption...but that suddenly becomes a glaze of a suspicious nature.

“...Ehi, are you not trying to do like last year, right? Are you-”

“ Argh! It’s really something this time! Sorry miss Kamiya, but I URGENTLY need to go. Bye!”

...CHECKMATE! Like if that stare it's going to stop, you fool!

After this public derision It's accomplished, I’m going to be lonely for the last time.

I’ll be remembered as a stupid freak or as a creepy masochist.

What a lucky day to create the perfect chance for my isolation!

No one will befriend me, no one will love me or no one will teach me.

I’ll be left alone and with a lot of time to hatch my anger.

And so...when I will reach the battlefield... anger and regrets will make me an emotionless war machine.

Are you seeing me, Angel of Death?

This is the determination of the man that is going to slay you!

If I’m going to gain more cards for trampling you if I toss away my humanity, I’ll do it!

Being weak it’s a mistake. Being strong it’s the only thing that I allow and doing so... I’ll WIN!

“...Stop it.”

...Or at least I thought. Because it seems...

SLAP

“Ren... Stop this self-harming charade. Didn't you suffer enough?”

...That this present and future wants to make me move forward at any cost.

And I guess that this red-eyed girl with a bride will be their trump card against me.