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 Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 2:48 pm
Dying Breed
The Inevitable truth
Prologue: (Dual Realities)
I was once asked, “What is the point of living if you know you’re going to die?” Simple, the point is that you keep living and you fight for a cause otherwise it is pointless to live and that statement is true. Keep yourself away from that thought, fighting for a cause can distract someone from the true reality of their situation, though deep down they know that in a bleak second, the reality may bite them in the a** and end the fight. I can’t remember the last time I myself asked why am I doing this what’s the point, for the point is to make sure that they know that they didn’t win, that they had no control over me and my actions that have brought me to where I am today, where they didn’t expect anyone that they did this to, to go.
War is simple, attack, breech, invade, overthrow, and capture those who appose you. This was in no way a simple war, though our government led us to believe that we would be out of it in a matter of days. NO. Their statements were all lies. Just like any government, say one thing and then appose it in the end, do what’s best to fulfill their set plans, rather than let the people choose, should we go to war? Who should we kill, who should we honor? I say honor those who have fought or are fighting, for they give us a chance to do more than we can ever imagine. And honor those who in the end of their fighting died, they died for a cause, not just in battle.
The common, little daily things that people do that makes them happy all can be taken from us, torn from us or simply shut away and trapped in this door, this alternate reality that no one now wants to accept, no government wants to take the blame, they blame other governments, other people, we are all the same, and the inevitable truth is that the world, the dying breed that we are, we did this to ourselves. It’s not true, they say, no one will take the fall, we in the end are the culprits, we became more than what the planet could withstand, and in the end, it is us who started the decay. The decay that has been going on right in front of us, and now visible, it still isn’t going to just go away, we can’t change that, we ruined the planet, destroyed it, and now it’s fighting back. Like every living organism, it has its own defenses against the so called invaders. We see ourselves as living as one with the earth, but years of over exposure to our radiation, our diseases, the constant demand to have more when in reality having more is what caused this disaster.
In the end, we caused our planet to die, but slowly, and in the middle of the war they came. They took our luxuries away, now what was once common to find in any city is scarce, an item that if you have one, someone could and more than likely will shoot you to get for themselves. Our beloved way of life was a lie; we had two realities, those that saw the truth through other people, and those that actually lived in the truth. Wars have consequences, every time, there’s no avoiding them. They can either make a government, or break it; it in the end is the outcome that is shown of whom people really are, as the government represents the people.
The invaders, attacked us at a weak point in our time, we were in the end going to die unless we changed the ways. The alien race came, with their high tech weaponry, overthrew any standing governments, captured the people that stood in their way, and forced those people to live in controlled encampments. It was like in WWII where many were captured based of a description given by a cruel leader. However, that was not the full aspect for us, anyone was captured, men, women children, elderly. It didn’t matter if you were Christian, Catholic, Jewish, Mormon, American, Hispanic, European, or Asian, if you stood your ground in front of them, you were either killed, or captured, those were the only two options.
I was captured myself, though not right away, I watched my family, the ones I loved, and I watched them die right in front of me. Their fates were not the same as mine, I was with the few survivors of that attack and we were taken to Camp eight, out of Colorado. I still remember that day; it will forever be burned into my memory. This is why I fight, so that their deaths are not meaningless to me, that they died for a reason and not just simply that they were killed. Everyone asks me how old I am and when I tell them, they asked me why I am still alive. I simply answer that finding a reason to die is simpler then finding a reason to live, but when you do find a reason to live, be strong and fight against all odds to make sure that you continue to find that reason, that it consumes your thoughts of death and washes them out. That it in the end proves that you have a strong will, a strong heart, and that you live your life the way you see to.
Everyone in that camp knows one fact, that out of everyone there, I am the youngest one in the camp. The aliens have this system, children stay with parents to assure no rebellion, as if not separating will actually stop it, the rest are separated into the camps based of off the skills that they have. Our camp, from what I figure, is a camp where the people have strong minds, there are a lot of rebellious people here, that every now and then get thrown into confinement. We are those people who defy the reason to just give up; those that choose not live by their rules that choose to fight back.
OK so here's the newest project that I just started like half an hour ago. the book parts will be in Dark Blue and commentaries will be in Black.
So dish it out, give me some feedback, comments, questions, critiques
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 2:49 pm
Chapter 1
I let the water fall down my back, the warmth on my skin was soothing. With the cool, downbeat Euro Chill music playing off my stereo in the background, I was entranced in the music, escaping my reality once more.
Then, at once it was abruptly interrupted, “Hey kid, “I could hear the dark voice scowling at me, “why don’t you be a good little S.O.B. and give me that nice looking stereo.”
I just ignored him, kept listening to the music. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move slightly, and then I saw another guy join him and try to take his shot at me.
“Hey,” he yelled, “the man is talking to you brat.” And again, I just ignored the taunting, though this time I wasn’t entranced into my music.
They don’t know the one thing that can stop them. There’s the fact that I have befriended an army General that has helped to train me so that I can defend myself. I though of the training then I realized that because of our strange friendship, that he had set me up once again in one of his bets. “F***ng a** hole,” I said after that thought, though not to the guys in the room.
“What did you say?!” the first guy yelled.
Then I heard the metal scrape against the floor.
“That’s it!” the other guy yelled while coming at me.
He threw a punch, that miss as I ducked and threw my own punch into his stomach. I barely heard the “swoosh” of the crow bar when it hit my arm, pulling it out of its socket once again. Then I kicked that guy in the knee, breaking it and causing him to fall.
Then I heard the crunch of the crowbar hitting the stereo and saw broken pieces flying every where. “Damn it!,” I yelled while grabbing the crow bar from the first guy and hitting the other guy in the arm with it and hearing the cracking of bones and the guy yelled. Then he rushed out, and I focused on the other guy now grabbing me and trying to pull me down, my arm just dangling there. I pulled the crow bar up and heard another crack as it hit his arm and hard.
He then started to crawl out and managed to get himself up at the door so that he can make a faster get away. At that moment, I was pissed and going after the guys. I pushed the now closing door back open, the sun just coming out flashed light in my eyes, though I could still see the dumb asses. He was getting away faster than I thought he could. With the crowbar still in my good hand, I let it fly, aiming for the leg that I had hit earlier. Sure enough, it hit the target and I saw he guy collapse to the ground, which made me a little bit happier.
Then I hear him clapping behind me and I turned to face him. “Damn it General,” I yelled at him, while walking toward him and the group he was with, “you f***ing owe me a new stereo.”
“Hey,” he said back, while smiling at me, “just be more careful with it next time.”
“I’m not f***ng joking,” I yelled again, “I hope that that god damn bet you won pays off.”
“Ah,” he said while patting my bad shoulder that I had forgot about until then, “don’t worry, you’ll get a new one, you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I said, then walked to one of the walls and slammed my shoulder up against it as hard as I could.
That made some of the guys with the General cringe, but hardly affected me. I could handle the pain, since it has happened more than a few times before.
“Dang kid,” I heard one of the guys start, “you’re good. Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“Him,” I said pointing at the General while holding my bad should with the other arm.
“Damn it Kruz, you didn’t tell us that,” one of the other guys yelled.
“Hey, it’s a need to know bases,” the General replied, “you didn’t ask so I didn’t tell, you still need to pay up.” Then I smiled as the guys started to pull out their money and hand it to him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 2:50 pm
So, comment, critique, do whatever, though note that this is a draft so i will be editing it and adding more detail, description, and what needs to be added to it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 4:55 am
As an author in working, I knwo good work when I see it.
Very nice, but i noticed a [dun dun dun] typo. first sentance, should be the water, not he water. =3
Overall, veyr good. can;t wait for the next chapter to come otu.
Maybe I'll post my work in this guild eventually....
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 11:03 am
Thank you, going to edit it now.
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