The school bell rang and the high-ceiling halls of Master Melody’s Academy were flooded with students coming out from all directions. The colourful sea of heads then dispersed, parts of it splitting off to disappear into different rooms while others continued moving down the halls and towards the gardens. Noise followed the students wherever they went – grumbles, complaints, laughter and jokes buzzed off the walls like a hive of invisible bees.
“SHHH!” A girl scolded through gritted teeth as a group of 2 boys and 3 girls entered the library laughing. The girls immediately covered their mouths but their giggles still kept escaping their sealed lips for a few moments after.
“Oh, come on, Ki, everyone needs to loosen up a bit around here. We can’t be serious all the time.” One of the teenage boys teased.
“Don’t you patronize me, Steve, we all know that’s all you do anyway. Your grades make that pretty obvious.”
The girls giggled again and for a second Steve looked almost offended. Then the arm of the other boy landed on his shoulders and his friend stepped in to defend hm.
“Don’t worry, Steve, we all appreciate your talent for slacking. And it’s exactly because we appreciate it that we’re ready to give you something back in return. We’ll teach you how to read!” The group exploded in laughter again and earned themselves a few outraged looks by the students who were actually studying.
“Right then!” A blonde girl clapped her hands and pointed to a table near a window. “Let’s do this, the quicker we get it over with, the better.” Ki ignored the look the girl and Steve exchanged and held her comment to herself. She rolled her eyes at her childhood friend and went to get the books they needed. She was happy to see that when she came back all the messing around had ceased and the rest had their serious expressions back on.
“I’m going to own this ‘Sound Psychology’ thing!” He declared and flipped his notebook open. The rest did the same and they began to silently teach their friend.
But the peace of the library didn’t last long, as the sound of smashing glass, the smell of burnt flesh and paper filled the air. The blonde girl, Miru, covered her friends with her blood... tiny burnt pieces of her body littering them, the table they sat at, and her chair, disturbing the serene silence of the library.
It took the teenagers a few seconds to realise what was going on. A few seconds too long. As the screams reached their throats all hell broke loose. The older students were first to react and it was only the quick reaction of a few of them that managed to pull the shocked teens away from the window.
However, that window was no longer the source of the threat, as the other surrounding windows were smashed by the bodies of mysterious men in black ballistic armor and masks. The men entered the library with timed, military precision, landing on the ground and crouching into a low firing position, a dozen of them. They immediately opened fire with their weapons, focusing on the students with their Instruments drawn.
Bullets were faster than music. In less than an instant a quarter of all life in the room was extinguished. The Musicians still left standing froze with their hands in the air, Instruments held tight but seemingly useless. A few attempted to move and were shot on the spot.
Master Melody’s organised frequent ambushes for their students but nothing like this. Now they weren’t even given the chance. The students that had been here long enough to expect such a shocking occurrence, exchanged careful glances. They raised their hands higher in the air and dropped their Instruments to the ground.
“We surrender.” A voice raised among the starting sobs from the last rows. It was Steve.
His voice fell on deaf ears as the mysterious men mercilessly opened fire again, gunning down anything living they saw. Screams rose and broke as the plead for mercy went unnoticed and the fire started again. Sobs, yells, commands... everything lasted for mere moments as death caught up and drowned them. Chaos and despair naturally followed as the students still alive attempted to flee. Some of the youngest dove for the windows on the other side of the library while some of the older ones still attempted to fight the imposters.
Steven cursed under his breath and blinked the tears away, diving for his Instrument. With the corner of his eye he could see his friend Mike copying him and pulling his own Instrument towards him as well. They had collected some of the essence and the Instruments of their fallen companions – at least they would try not to let them get into enemy hands.
At this point, there were very few students left in this room. Now, this was simply a mop up. Cleaning out the stragglers before they moved on into the next part of the building. The soldiers seemed slightly more relaxed as they searched for hiding students, finding them, and finishing them off.
Steven and Mike had somehow reunited with Ki and were crouched low to the ground behind a wall of near-shredded corpses. There was plenty of blood on all of them to lead anyone to believe they were just three more casualties. Ki was motionless, her eyes hollow, the harmonica she wielded resting useless in her hands. Steven was craning his neck to observe the two armored men at the door, waiting for them to move an inch further away from it. How could they even get to the Academy, dressed like that? Then he noticed what should have been obvious - the big white letters across their chests and backs. “Police”.
He cursed in his mind and unconsciously rested his hand on what served as their barricade and only realised after a second that the moist feeling under his fingers was a classmates’ brain matter. Suppressing a shriek he quickly removed his hand from there and rubbed it in his trousers. The image of Miru flashed in front of his eyes, her smile suddenly just…gone, with pieces of it scattering over his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and reached out to grab Ki’s numb hand. As she looked at him he nodded towards the exit of the library which was now clear. Ironically the fact that most students were shot in a straight line before they could move now gave the trio a relative shelter and a chance to sneak to the door unseen. Ki nodded and they both started crawling towards salvation.
As they moved and the terrorists started their cleaning up an eerie melody entered the room. It was back-up, coming a few minutes too late to try and pacify the terrorists. They were almost there when a blood-curdling cry made them freeze in their steps. It came from right behind them and as they turned they saw Mike. Frenzied with grief he got up and dove for one of the men who now held his girlfriend, up by the hair with a rifle at her forehead.
Steven’s brain shut down as he squeezed Ki’s hand tighter and made a dash for the door, abandoning their friend.
With a quick sweep and a roundup of the survivors, 15 of them, the cops were satisfied with the results. “This is Gamma Team, Library secure. Over.”
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This was the start of what would later come to be known as “the Academy Tragedy”.
On 04.10.2212 a secret society who had been monitoring the Academy for years, launched an attack that would become the biggest tragedy in the institution’s history. Using Hazumi’s absence from the building, they invaded the main corpus from multiple locations at once and opened fire before anyone had the chance to react. More than two hundred students died that day and many more were injured. The students and staff fought hard but their foes came well prepared, with armour specifically designed to protect the wearers of the Musicians’ attacks. The goal was to collect enough Instruments and a few live Musicians to conduct further testing into their abilities and the link between the weapons and their masters. By the end of an attack that lasted mere minutes, two hundred twenty-eight Instruments and nine Musicians had been secured.
One of them was a girl named Samantha Rule. Better known as ‘Beat’, she was a rebellious soul whose Instrument had already cracked her soul unbeknownst to most and corroded much of it beyond repair. Although Sam herself knew, the diagnosis didn't stop her from living life on the wild side. It involved a wide array of daring and dangerous activities and blatant disrespect for authority. It was that attitude that caught the raid leader’s attention and made him pick her as a guinea pig for the upcoming experiments.
The captives were taken to the USA where the society’s headquarter efficiently hid them even from Hazumi. What happened next was something nobody could have foreseen.
Watching her companions getting chained to rudimental tables and realising what was to come, Sam fully merged with her Instrument, Sameda, completely sacrificing her mind and body to become the vessel of the Shard’s power. The slaughter that ensued was comparable to the one that had happened hours ago back in Europe.
Sameda gauged itself on the essence of everyone it could reach and spread death and destruction in a ten kilometres radius. The organization was in ruins and most of their best men became food for their own prey. The US military responded swiftly but weapons didn’t seem enough to stop the creature.
It took weeks for the newly awakened hybrid to calm down and cease its rampage. By the time Hazumi and a group of Musicians reached its location, what the press called the Beast of Arkansas had grown bored of destruction and was waiting cross-legged on a roof, bodies rotting all around.
The creature seemed largely incoherent and looking at its essence Hazumi determined that what little remained of Samantha Rule was ground to fine dust that was inseparable from that of her victims and Sameda itself. She concluded that the Instrument can no longer be used by Musicians as its core was too twisted and unpredictable to be trusted. However, as a Fragment of the Essence of the World it couldn't be destroyed either. The only option was for it to be put to use elsewhere.
Sameda was transported to Hell's Gate where its fierce protectiveness and its ability to manifest in a human shape are used as part of the Black Guard’s arsenal. As a safety measure three Musicians were stationed there as well, responsible for the only leash that can control Sameda when it enters a frenzy - music.
The man who was most important in Beat’s life has been forbidden from seeing her since her death, out of fear that the Instrument could accept him as a sole master and give him unimaginable power. Some speculate, however, that if anyone can reawaken Samantha’s lost sanity, it will probably be him.