(Will be adding the rest of the story as i go, once it is finished i will let everyone know)
It was years after it happened, no one had any idea what set
it off still; since it happened, and nothing was ever the same. At the time
Daisuke was only ten years old, his parents did everything they could to
protect him; in result, they had both lost their lives saving his. Now at the
age of twenty-one, eleven years after it had happened, Daisuke had grown up
much faster then he should have.
The world had almost nothing left to it, the skyscrapers
that once towered over every major city around the world had crumbled to the
ground, taking everything with them. The majority of the population was taken
with the explosions, the aftermaths, or the crumbling buildings. Once a world
filled with seven billion people, now was a striving population of a mere four hundred
million. In the four countries of the densest population compared to the size
were still highly populated only by chance. Once known as China, had a
population of one hundred million; once known as India, had a population of
eighty million; once known as the United States of America, had a population of
seventy-five million; and though the smallest population of the leading
countries, once known as Japan had sixty million of the toughest survivors
which were most desperate to still survive in such a world.
With no structured
government in effect, no electricity to broadcast any such information about a
government; the world quickly began to others who were in need of rescue and
took them into each others care as one would normally, survivors began to form
parties resembling groups or gangs. The leading gang in the former country of
Japan named themselves Jigoku Shinpou Sha, which translated into Followers of
Hell. The leader of this gang, Daisuke who abandoned his birth name, adapted
his new name of Jin. With as many followers as ten million, Jin made himself a
population as big as a new city in only a few years time.
The strong hold of Jigoku Shinpou Sha resided in a
shattered, crumbled building which lost most of its structure from the
foundation up; though most of it had crumbled to the ground, it still held enough
shelter from the dangers of natural elements. In this structure stood the
strength to their success as a gang, ‘The Pendulum of Justice’. A structure
that not only protected the group and its leader, but also assisted in choosing
new members to be higher in command; it had even served a good purpose of death
for those who questioned the leader.
The structure had a downfall to its unique functions, after
every use, it would collapse on itself, destroying what had been created. Each time
the pendulum had been rebuilt by the engineers within the gang, it would be
built as a prototype to create the perfect weapon.
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