A-Random-Writer
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Yeah, I got bored in class so I just started writing. Any thoughts on it?
Chapter 1.
Humanity has a history of oppressing each other. Maybe through violence, or by fear. We pass the blame to others for why it happened, yet have you stood to think that maybe, you are the problem?
Think about that. What truly holds you back? What stops you from taking back your freedom?
“Present arms!” 7 rifles clicked with perfect precision.
“Aim!” The rifles aimed into the sky.
“Fire!” Everyone held their breath.
“Bam!” In perfect unison they all fired off.
“Fire!”
“Bam!” Again.
“Fire!”
“Bam!” A final time.
The wind blew against my cold skin. The sun covered by clouds provided no warmth.
“Captain Nazume.” A soldier dressed in a navy blue uniform lined with gold stood in front of me.
I could only stand and watch him approach.
“I present to you, the flag of humanity” he said in a monotone voice. “The Federation of Earth is deeply sorry for your loss. The president sends his condolences.”
He pushed out a flag folded into a perfect triangle. A sword and shield stood out among the red background.
My hands slowly rose, the gloves covering them hide their shaking.
I felt the pressure of the flag slowly being transferred into my arms. I struggled to keep them up.
I looked at his face. Cold grey eyes, no emotions behind them. Almost like he was a walking corpse.
He gave a slight nod and turned back to the formation of troops behind him. One by one they marched off the field. The crowd dispersed, yet I remained frozen.
I don't feel anything.
“Captain.” A voice filled the cold air.
“I understand your mourning a loss but you need to get back on base. Unless you want to end up in the casket next.”
The person stood beside me looking forward.
“It would be a shame if you went through all that just to die now.”
I felt my heart start beating.
“He died for a reason. Don't let it be in vain.”
I inhaled.
I felt the blood rush through my body. The warmth slowly comes back.
“You're right. I'm sorry for taking so long” the words came out without any meaning.
I took a step forward. I took a breath.
I walked towards my car. Each step echoed throughout the deserted parking lot.
The horizon, filled with red and black banners, took up my sight. They were posted everywhere. No room without one.
Bzzzt bzzzt. My phone goes off in my pocket. My hands reach in for it slowly grabbing the end of it.
The screen flashes on with an all to familiar banner.
A text bubble pops up flashing yellow and white.
Attention all troops:
Sector 16 is under attack from rebels protesting. All available units are to respond and secure 16's freedom. Cleansing squads are in route.
My hands run cold.
Why? Why do they keep doing this? Don't they realize we are already free? All of their deaths are senseless.
Chapter 2.
“Back up! You communist scum!” A man in heavy armor raised his rifle at a girl in front of him. Her heart covered by a shield with blue and white wings covering the middle.
She took a step forward and raised her arms up.
“Wake up! Look around you! Does this look like freedom to you!” She pointed around her at the banners and soldiers.
“Yes it does.” He grinned ear to ear while staring into her eyes.
My hands grew sweaty around the grip of my rifle.
“BAM BAM BAM!” Three shots rang out. A body lay on the floor, blood pouring out.
“Clean up order received. Restore order.”
The protesters went silent. A fist raised into the air.
“You can't kill us all!”
The protesters charged forward.
“TAKAKAKAKAKAKA!” A machine gun ripped into the crowd as the protesters charged the soldiers.
“Nazume! Go cover the left alleyway!"
I snapped out of my thinking and started running.
Lines of soldiers, firing their rifles into the streets, screams overpowered the gunshots.
This… is this what we need to do? Kill them all?
No. This is correct. This is the only option.
The alley was dimly lit. Water dripped into it from the apartments above.
I raised my rifle and turned on the flashlight attached.
4 figures stood in front of me wielding bats and pipes.
“What is freedom?” A voice sounded throughout the alley.
I instinctively flinched. My aim became unstable.
“What lies have you told your family?” One of the figures took a step forward. He wore a tan uniform with the same symbol as the girl did.
He was young. No more than 16. Don't do this.
“Stand back!” I flipped my safety off and aimed for his head.
“What do your men die for?” A man took another step forward.
An old man, grey long beard. His hands were covered in blood.
“I'm warning you! Stay back!” My heart began to pound.
“Think.”
“Are you really okay with killing another human?”
My grip loosened.
No…no…no.
They're trying to get into your head.
“They've lied to you.”
“The illusion of freedom forced onto you.”
“They don't want you to think.”
A girl stepped up holding a machete dripping in blood.
“No. You're the ones who are lying!”
“You're the ones who want to take away everything from me!” I shouted.
“Is that so, Nazume?”
A voice in my head interrupts my thinking.
“Remember what he said to you before he died.”
My mind flashes to a blood soaked street. Bodies thrown into trucks, waiting to be burned, smoke filled the skies.
“Hey Nazume, have you ever thought that maybe this is wrong?”
“Hey, be quiet! If they hear you say something like that, they will kill you next!”
He lowered his head and whispered, “ do you remember, in the mornings on the way to school, we had to carry these pass books, and give guards our phones? Don't you think that's restrictive?”
“But that's for security purposes. Everyone has to do it.” I shook my head.
“I don't believe that anymore. If we were free, why would people try to rebel? What would they need to throw away their lives for?”
“Quit saying that! I don't want to hear it anymore!” My head started to hurt.
“Okay, just listen, I feel that we have wings that have been clipped by something. Something that doesn't want us to fly and see the world. Something that doesn't want us to be free.”
I snapped back to reality.
A girl. She's almost flying. Her boot aimed at my face. I raised my gun to stop it.
Crack.
My face guard cracks. Darkness.
My hands were empty, I sat in a dark cellar with my armor stripped off.
It was cold. Really cold. Every breath I took felt like a battle in itself.
“Looks like you're awake.” a feminine voice came from in front of me.
She stood up underneath a lamp hanging from the ceiling.
“Let me ask you something.” She approached me and crouched down in front of me.
The wings on her heart were stained with blood.
“Are you truly willing to be free?”
Chapter 1.
Humanity has a history of oppressing each other. Maybe through violence, or by fear. We pass the blame to others for why it happened, yet have you stood to think that maybe, you are the problem?
Think about that. What truly holds you back? What stops you from taking back your freedom?
“Present arms!” 7 rifles clicked with perfect precision.
“Aim!” The rifles aimed into the sky.
“Fire!” Everyone held their breath.
“Bam!” In perfect unison they all fired off.
“Fire!”
“Bam!” Again.
“Fire!”
“Bam!” A final time.
The wind blew against my cold skin. The sun covered by clouds provided no warmth.
“Captain Nazume.” A soldier dressed in a navy blue uniform lined with gold stood in front of me.
I could only stand and watch him approach.
“I present to you, the flag of humanity” he said in a monotone voice. “The Federation of Earth is deeply sorry for your loss. The president sends his condolences.”
He pushed out a flag folded into a perfect triangle. A sword and shield stood out among the red background.
My hands slowly rose, the gloves covering them hide their shaking.
I felt the pressure of the flag slowly being transferred into my arms. I struggled to keep them up.
I looked at his face. Cold grey eyes, no emotions behind them. Almost like he was a walking corpse.
He gave a slight nod and turned back to the formation of troops behind him. One by one they marched off the field. The crowd dispersed, yet I remained frozen.
I don't feel anything.
“Captain.” A voice filled the cold air.
“I understand your mourning a loss but you need to get back on base. Unless you want to end up in the casket next.”
The person stood beside me looking forward.
“It would be a shame if you went through all that just to die now.”
I felt my heart start beating.
“He died for a reason. Don't let it be in vain.”
I inhaled.
I felt the blood rush through my body. The warmth slowly comes back.
“You're right. I'm sorry for taking so long” the words came out without any meaning.
I took a step forward. I took a breath.
I walked towards my car. Each step echoed throughout the deserted parking lot.
The horizon, filled with red and black banners, took up my sight. They were posted everywhere. No room without one.
Bzzzt bzzzt. My phone goes off in my pocket. My hands reach in for it slowly grabbing the end of it.
The screen flashes on with an all to familiar banner.
A text bubble pops up flashing yellow and white.
Attention all troops:
Sector 16 is under attack from rebels protesting. All available units are to respond and secure 16's freedom. Cleansing squads are in route.
My hands run cold.
Why? Why do they keep doing this? Don't they realize we are already free? All of their deaths are senseless.
Chapter 2.
“Back up! You communist scum!” A man in heavy armor raised his rifle at a girl in front of him. Her heart covered by a shield with blue and white wings covering the middle.
She took a step forward and raised her arms up.
“Wake up! Look around you! Does this look like freedom to you!” She pointed around her at the banners and soldiers.
“Yes it does.” He grinned ear to ear while staring into her eyes.
My hands grew sweaty around the grip of my rifle.
“BAM BAM BAM!” Three shots rang out. A body lay on the floor, blood pouring out.
“Clean up order received. Restore order.”
The protesters went silent. A fist raised into the air.
“You can't kill us all!”
The protesters charged forward.
“TAKAKAKAKAKAKA!” A machine gun ripped into the crowd as the protesters charged the soldiers.
“Nazume! Go cover the left alleyway!"
I snapped out of my thinking and started running.
Lines of soldiers, firing their rifles into the streets, screams overpowered the gunshots.
This… is this what we need to do? Kill them all?
No. This is correct. This is the only option.
The alley was dimly lit. Water dripped into it from the apartments above.
I raised my rifle and turned on the flashlight attached.
4 figures stood in front of me wielding bats and pipes.
“What is freedom?” A voice sounded throughout the alley.
I instinctively flinched. My aim became unstable.
“What lies have you told your family?” One of the figures took a step forward. He wore a tan uniform with the same symbol as the girl did.
He was young. No more than 16. Don't do this.
“Stand back!” I flipped my safety off and aimed for his head.
“What do your men die for?” A man took another step forward.
An old man, grey long beard. His hands were covered in blood.
“I'm warning you! Stay back!” My heart began to pound.
“Think.”
“Are you really okay with killing another human?”
My grip loosened.
No…no…no.
They're trying to get into your head.
“They've lied to you.”
“The illusion of freedom forced onto you.”
“They don't want you to think.”
A girl stepped up holding a machete dripping in blood.
“No. You're the ones who are lying!”
“You're the ones who want to take away everything from me!” I shouted.
“Is that so, Nazume?”
A voice in my head interrupts my thinking.
“Remember what he said to you before he died.”
My mind flashes to a blood soaked street. Bodies thrown into trucks, waiting to be burned, smoke filled the skies.
“Hey Nazume, have you ever thought that maybe this is wrong?”
“Hey, be quiet! If they hear you say something like that, they will kill you next!”
He lowered his head and whispered, “ do you remember, in the mornings on the way to school, we had to carry these pass books, and give guards our phones? Don't you think that's restrictive?”
“But that's for security purposes. Everyone has to do it.” I shook my head.
“I don't believe that anymore. If we were free, why would people try to rebel? What would they need to throw away their lives for?”
“Quit saying that! I don't want to hear it anymore!” My head started to hurt.
“Okay, just listen, I feel that we have wings that have been clipped by something. Something that doesn't want us to fly and see the world. Something that doesn't want us to be free.”
I snapped back to reality.
A girl. She's almost flying. Her boot aimed at my face. I raised my gun to stop it.
Crack.
My face guard cracks. Darkness.
My hands were empty, I sat in a dark cellar with my armor stripped off.
It was cold. Really cold. Every breath I took felt like a battle in itself.
“Looks like you're awake.” a feminine voice came from in front of me.
She stood up underneath a lamp hanging from the ceiling.
“Let me ask you something.” She approached me and crouched down in front of me.
The wings on her heart were stained with blood.
“Are you truly willing to be free?”