Genetics

Characters

Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, Megurine Luka [+VOCALOID CAMEOS]

Description

♦GENETICS♦

3001, Japan : It is the first year of the 30th century. Strangely, Earth is still in a stable state despite the pollution it has suffered to undergo extreme changes to fit the new society's needs. But in this world only, the rich is provided endless amount of life supplies while the poor, death is the right path for them. The wealthy call the poor filth, useless, ugly. The poor call the wealthy weird, strange, mean, rude, insane, pyschotic. To separate, a barrier was put in the middle of Earth -- the largest portion of the Earth was for the rich, the smallest for the poor. Because of this, many people were separated from their beloved ones for example, their mothers, brothers, sisters or anyone.

Each year, a group representing the rich called Guerrier made up of dedicated students trained in special schools enter the land of the poor. In this exciting event, the Guerrier separate and hunt the weaponless people of the poor to kill them. The manhunt, they call, lasts for approximately 10 hours. The Guerrier that kills the most people is rewarded with a bucketload of money and a lifetime's worth of royalty.

But I wonder, what if one of them falls in love?

Foreword

PROLOGUE♦

I stare at the digital clock. It was a few more minutes before the manhunt. I rub my hands together, a feeling of nervousness mixed with fear washes over me. Half a minute was left before I were to go through the barrier leading towards the other side. It was my first time and I'm scared. T see a few other younger Guerriers, their faces contorts with fear. A few of the most experienced were just leaning on the locker, smirking and waiting for the bell to ring.

3. 2. 1. My stomach coils. The oldest Guerriers cheers and whoops, clearly eager for the manhunt awaiting them.

I frown. We were about to kill people. Make sins. And they're just standing there, laughing and squealing like little girls. Truthfully, I don't like the idea of crossing the barrier and commit crimes that were legal. How insane was that?

The man with the Hitler moustache enters the room, with a broad smile on his face. "Greetings, fellow Guerriers. Today, you are expected to kill the worthless people of the Poor, take back what was once ours. We have made you into heroes. And you're objective is to kill them all." he says. The others cheer Kill them all! Kill them all!.

I didn't even bother to sing along.

Take back what was once ours? What did the Poor have that we didn't in the past? Freedom? Clearly not. I shake my head in dissapointment, and follow the group towards the tunnel that led the way to the land of the Poor.

Needless to say, I feel guilty.