Zyanic
BetaMax.
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Posted - 2013.08.04 06:05:00 -
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My lunges inhaled smokes and fumes that hurt my throat. The slums of my world just allowed diseases to run wild and infect the old and young. I saw strong men walking around the slums carrying rifles and medicine packs for the needy. Everyday i wrote in my tiny diary, trying to announce to my own thoughts that I wanted to grow into a strong soldier like pa when he left for a battle in space against bad people. Living in theses slums i never had a "true" family watching over me. Mama died when i was born, brother went to jail for stealing me some baby food when i was young, and dad was killed in action. I now live with a woman who took me in when i was just 8 years old. This woman always went away at night to the Red Light District and tended to the wounded soldiers who were injured after months and years of fighting.
I had a dream that i stood atop the slums as a leader with people smiling and rejoicing in my honor. Rolling in my sleep to the sound of rolling armor and clanking of metals. Next, the sound of shots and gunfire filled my streets as the once sitting smoke took up arms and swirled like the wind just hammered it with force. I jumped out of my bed and woke up the little ones to find shelter against this uprising.
We ran outside to the snowy streets filled with blood. I looked around to see some of the men in the slums carrying firearms and bringing people to safety. A man grabbed my little sister's hand and took her towards the women in a home just down the street from where we were. "Take this.." said the man handing me a gun and went towards the nearest explosion. My ears rang as a grenade exploded near me making a screeching noise in my ear. I ran to the nearest man i saw and hid behind a wall. I saw Randy, he held a gun as well crying about his dad. Holding his own gun, you could see fierce rage in his eyes while still waterfalls of tears dripped down endlessly.
I felt a tap on my shoulder from someone behind me. The restaurant owner held his rifle and told me something i, as a kid, shouldn't even know or hear about. Apparently, our city's mercenaries were paid to genocide our people to stop a disease from spreading too far out into the noble cities. I didn't understand anything the owner said nor did i try to. I held up my gun and shot at those i knew who were trying to kill the people i knew and loved. My gun hit my chest hard and kept doing so on numerous occasions. I didn't know how to reload a gun so dropped it and picked up another.
My mind did something that it never did before. I got dizzy and fell to the ground hard and flat by just laying there while others just dodged my body by stepping over me. I looked up to see a vision of my father, he looked down at me and cried tears. But he had a smile instead of a sad face that says he misses me and loves me. I cried too when i saw him and then i reviewed my life and found that he stole my mother's money, touched his own daughters, and took his oldest son for granted. I touched my own chest and felt a warm substance like my nosebleeds like when i was younger. It was red and gooey to me, feeling a type of fading in my heart. I closed my eyes and imaged a nice warm place with no one but my honest family. The funny part was that when i closed my eyes in my blood infested town, later on in became a crater. |