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Destruction
The city began to crumble as fiery ash with simmering red flickers swept across an opaque sky. The world seemed to erupt into flame for an instant before a massive shock wave rippled across its surface as though a heavy stone had been tossed into a calm pond. The rippling effect shook the buildings from their roots and they fractured into a thousand shattering pieces to a mosaic of human civilization. When they fell it was as if new earthquakes had been violently born from the womb of destruction and instinctively increased the size of the impact. A rushing wind of fire and ash scorched ones skin off, the result of the impacting devastation that was still occurring. And then to crown the sight, a fiery angel of death plumed upward and painted itself against the sky, a lusterless dead sky, and one could tell that all hope was gone...
Broken
My will had fled into the shadowy corners of despair but my body remained in hell. Bound to the dark side of the force of life, brutality is my new best friend. To feel first hand the effects of a broken mind at the hands of mercilessness is a torture few would have to endure. To break the human spirit to an irrevocable point is like a host to a parasite. When the host has been drained of all life, it cannot be used to further sustain the parasites own life force. Those who seek only to torment have become the parasites of brutality, but not to take your life, but to drain it. They drain it through the thin tubes of cruelty where it leaks into a forgotten abyss. Without spirit, without life, things are desolate and weak even in the most blissful of environments. The slightest shadow becomes an agent of in hospitality and trust shatters into oblivion. All sanity has been purged and driven from my mind, and I pick at an empty hollow shell encapsulated within my skull in search of things long lost. I cringe in the shadows and learn to appreciate the one last thing I can feel, the brutality that has driven me into the depths of insanity but kept me alive. I think I have been given a gift of life, but instead continue to take more and more away from me even when I have nothing. Needless to say, my grief lies onward, and my joys fractured and broken lay twisted and ruined in the past.
More treasures to come soon enough. Yes they are dark and devoid of happy endings, so please do not critique them based on those facts. Instead please try to appreciate the time and the effort I have put in to create interesting sentences, paint images of things with words, and forge metaphors to describe things few can imagine. Should this be a success you will be allowed to delve further into thee Ark of the Valkyrie to seek all of its treasures.
I was born with the dream that I could one day bring peace to a world at chaos. But as it turned out, I was just another dumb grunt to make it worse. I was part of a special group of prototype soldiers with free thought. I was unique, I had been given a great opportunity without realizing it. The other soldiers, they're just passive drones. They've followed telepathically sent orders for a century know, they know no mutiny. That was my gift. At birth I was free of the Void, the control that makes a soldier's mind go blank and shatters free will and thought. They could understand the concept of freedom, but it was meaningless to them, an empty word that echoed within a hollow mind. They made me as an experiment. Sometimes it's a little disconcerting to think that I'm just a lab rat, but then I realize the gift I have been given. They want to test the effectiveness of soldiers with free will. If we're more effective, the drone project will be shut down and I won't be one of the few lucky ones anymore. But then I realized the consequences. A drone could walk into a massacre and come away without it having any affect on him mentally. But a soldier like me would be different. When I saw the things they were doing to people, I knew things weren't going to work out to well. Human trafficking, genocide, torture, senseless violence, it was cruelty taken to a whole new level. The whole operation I represent is nothing more than one big concentration camp. Forced labor and death fuel an industrial empire of wealth a corruption. Somebody had to put a stop to it, but not a civilian. Maybe my dream could true...
For years to come, I did as they asked. But not a day goes by that I don't regret the things I had to do out there. To keep a gift, you have to prove that you can use it, or it gets taken away from you. If I want free will, I have to prove that I'm just as a resilient as a drone when it comes to dealing with the psychological effects war can have on someone. Preemptive strikes, invasions, assaults, it all came down to eliminating everyone in the way of the Syndicate, the empire that wages its campaign towards world domination. Everyday, hundreds of innocents blood is on your hands, and every drop makes you want to quit. But I can't. I was forced to do this at birth, that's what I'm here. That's why I have free will. I fight and kill as if I'm loyal, but deep down I really do hate all the shit that they're doing to people. Someone's got to put an end to this, but we keep killing off all of the rebellions that could do it. Someone within the Syndicate has to bring it down...
We led a shock and awe campaign and decimated an entire city. By the looks of it, no one survived. I can't go on with this. I'm starting to realize that free will is a curse of the mind. If I were a drone, it wouldn't matter. But I'm not. I'm different. But that's my advantage. That's what will help me bring them down. The blood of innocents will be spilled no longer, its time to take action. It's time to rebel...
Your stories are great. I like the wording. I also like how you leave off the story with a "..." because it leaves you wanting for more. Please, continue on this idea, make a book even. I am sure you will get someone to publish it.
Your stories are great. I like the wording. I also like how you leave off the story with a "..." because it leaves you wanting for more. Please, continue on this idea, make a book even. I am sure you will get someone to publish it.
VALKARIE IS THE BEST WRITER EVER, BESIDES MY DAD WHO HAS PUBLISHED 2 BOOKS, BUT VALKARIE IS AWESOME AT WRITING
Continue with the great work, it's some of the best writing I've ever seen. I was actually going to write something called "Almost Human" and this reminds me of it a lot, all be it from a human, rather than alien, perspective.
This is the stuff that I love to hear. I don't know how to thank all of you
For weeks I did nothing but plot the downfall of the government that controlled so much. Scratched idea after scratched idea, there seemed to be no way to bring them down. For every weakness there was an unbreakable counter measure, making it strong. I thought I would go insane trying to think of a way to bring them down, but then a thought came to me. A rebellion would need followers, and what better place to get them from then the place they hit the hardest...
To do this, I would have to venture into a place where I was hated and loathed for the things we had done. I would have to go to the camps, where the distorted and mutated populace lurks in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike. If I'm not careful, they'll tear me limb from limb.
Quite literally...
The distance from the military barracks to the camps was about 3 clicks. The barracks were like paradise compared to what was going on just outside their walls. The air was a toxic rush of ash and fire, and in the distance you could see the mining operation the government was doing. The dictatorship was just one big indestructible network of cities, each city connected to one giant drill complex that drilled deep into the planets core to harvest geo-thermal energy. It was a place so inhospitable that having to work it was a torture in itself, the gases and the heat could kill you easily.
The air was harder and harder to breath the closer I got to the camps. My mind began feverishly hallucinating in search of a way out of this place, the pain it brought was unbearable. I saw spindly creatures with withered gray flesh and yellow eyes crawl on bony hands toward me. I was in the camps, but I couldn't get past the hallucination they brought on. But then I realized that there was no hallucination, everything was real. Those creatures weren't made by my mind, they were real too. And then one thought came to my mind, and I knew that I had walked into a living nightmare...
There's more to this character that we don't know yet. He doesn't even know certain things about himself yet. Let's learn more...
The horrors, they were real. All the campaigns, the violence, the torture, it lay before my eyes. These creatures couldn't have been what they were, what they once were. Innocents, they pay the heaviest price in war...
There was a large group of them crawling toward me. I knew I couldn't open fire on them, so I held my ground. Then there was a voice, I'll never forget that voice. From that day on I swore it was all in my head, but now I'm not so sure. Hell, I don't know what to believe in anymore.
That voice, it spoke to me with an ambiance of authority. It seemed to echo in my mind and in the world, like the voice of some great god. "Look what you've done," it said. "You made them what they are." I looked at all the pale, distorted faces, each one a knotted and contorted tragedy that couldn't be expressed in words. "You destroyed their lives, ruined their spirit, you took everything from them even when they had nothing. And now you expect them to listen to you?" They way the voice said it made me feel like a total fool with a lost hope. I thought it was lost. "But they will fight," the voice said. "But not for you. For their freedom. And someday you will learn what it is like to have everything taken away from you."
Like a great storm, the voice departed. And I looked upon the faces of the people. I can't forget them.
I didn't need to say anything, it was as if they had heard the voice too. They rose up to their full height, brandishing mining weapons and screaming at the top of their lungs. Then they attacked...
Within hours the drill had been destroyed. I had helped. I killed many drones, and I don't regret any of their deaths. But then things got bad. A squad of Shock Troopers were deployed to put an end to the mess. They're the riot police of the Syndicate, they specialize in bringing down targets quickly and cleanly using weapons that stun, paralyze, disable, and if necessary, kill. And as I soon found out, they were coming for me first.
They were drones, but they were smart, Shock Troops were born to tag 'em and bag 'em as they say in the military. They brought me down with a nerve toxin, shut down my nervous system long enough for them to knock me out cold.
The next thing I knew I was being subjected to inexplicable torture...
Alright, I was just kidding about the leaving part. Anyways, on with the final part.
For weeks, I endured pain and suffering. I was learning what it felt like to lose everything, like the voice had said. How it knew that, I have no idea. I don't care for such things now.
My will had fled into the shadowy corners of despair but my body remained in hell. Brutality is all I know. The slightest shadow is an agent of in hospitality and trust has been shattered to oblivion. All sanity is purged, I know nothing now. I search for things that will never return. I have lost the only battle worth fighting for.
Their machines destroyed my mind, they're going to subject me to the Void soon. In a few hours I'll be a drone, then they'll kill me. They said I would have one last chance to redeem myself, but I don't care anymore. I have no intention of regretting what I did. I stood for something that was cruel and immoral, and everything that followed is nothing but regrets. I will never regret rebelling against them, those mindless rulers who think they can control the world through cruelty. Now that I think about it, free will really is the greatest gift.
They've come for me. They're going to interrogate me. I know that no matter what I tell them they're going to kill me. There isn't much to tell anyway.
They put a bag over my head and dragged me out of my cell. The next thing I knew I was in a blinding white room, then my eyes adjusted. The room was half light, half dark. Somebody was sitting opposite me in the dark side so that I couldn't see them, all I could see of them were their hands that were resting upon the cold metal table.
The person opposite me spoke. "Do you know why you're here, Prototype 1077651? You're being formally charged with conspiracy to commit treason, terrorism, and sedition, the penalty of which is subjection to the void followed by death by firing squad. Before you are killed I will be informing you of the true meaning of your creation. You, Prototype 1077651 are an experimental subject designed to test free will. And you did so perfectly."
I didn't understand what he meant. He was complimenting my rebellion against the government, but why?
"You see we knew that one with free will would turn against the government seeing as it was morally unacceptable. You thought that you were apart of campaigns, killings, massacres, genocides when in fact you never were. You were in your cell the whole time."
"Bull shit!" I said. "I saw what happened out there! That was real-!"
I was interrupted, "Oh but it wasn't," the man said. "You see we have designed a machine that can simulate an alternate reality as if it were real. You were subjected to the machine through waves that stimulate the brain and allow you to experience the simulation. We could control what you saw from half way around the world using these waves and you would never even have to leave your cell. Now imagine capturing enemies and using these waves on them. We could make them simulate something that would make them turn against their allies, we could make infiltrators out of enemies! Isn't it spectacular! A whole new method of psychological warfare, with this we can control the world."
I was stunned. The plan was brilliant. With that machine they could turn their enemies against one another without a single drone casualty. It was like planting seeds of rebellion within enemies. I knew that my free will was only a joke the whole time.
"So, seeing as there are no major side effects of the waves, we no longer need you."
The man stood up from the table. "Sedate him," he said. The next thing I knew, everything was black.
When I awoke I was strapped to a table. All around me were computer monitors and scientists. "Are we ready?" One of them said. "Yes," said another. One of the scientists began furiously typing away on a computer. "Activating equipment," he said. From above, a large coffin lid looking thing began to lower down towards me. They were going to trap me in here. "Engaging void," a different scientist said. All of a sudden my brain felt like it was being fried. My whole body was jerking and my mind was scrambling. But then amidst the chaos in my head, a single voice cut through it all, that ambient voice that had stirred rebellion. It said one word, and one word only...
"Run..."
To be continued.
Yes I know I said this is the last part but there will be one more part. Tell me what you think of this part.
