One Week Till Prom

The Cracker Island Incident

The beach. The beaches of Hawaii were beautiful. "Our island is our paradise. We'd be the same in a city. We love being together. We visit the mainland often and travel widely. One needs to bring fresh experiences to living. Variety is good. But, our island, that's home."

They told him. That's all they called him, besides the Soldier. The Soldier was formerly known as Julian. White, oily hair is pulled back to reveal a lean, anguished face. Beady green eyes, set deep within their sockets, watch energetically over the tribes they've felt at home at for so long. Scars stretching from just under the right eye, running towards his upper lip, and ending under his left eye leave a pleasant memory of defended honor. The forgotten of the soldiers that were brought onto the island of Hawaii. Slowly, he dragged himself outside of the Power plant they raided just minutes ago. Taking a heavy, slow, step onto the sand and dragged himself towards the ocean. A gunshot left a mark reaching from the bottom of the right cheek, running towards the tip of the nose, and ending on his right cheek. He reached the shoreline and stared out into the infinite abyss.

How long was I in there? Where did everyone else go? Is this war over? What year is it?

It was February 6th, 1984. The ocean brings a flash of blue in the amber light. The oceans and forests, together with the wind, are nature's ventilators - the providers of the fresh air every animal on Earth needs for health and the continuation of life. Slowly he closed his eyes as a noise came from behind him. Turning around to see a man approaching him. His eyes didn't focus on his face or body but rather his clothes. "Did you drink the strawberry Milk?" The man spoke before Julian slowly shook his head.

"I see. Do you worship a god, Soldier?" The man spoke before slowly shambling closer.

"What does that have to do with anything? Sir, what year is it? Did we win the war?"

"War? What war? There hasn't been a war on this island in years....We won...." What was once a shirt is now nothing more than pieces of fabric held barely together, it hangs from his shoulders like a discarded old towel. There are more holes than fabric at this point, leaving much of him exposed to the elements. He's wearing a ripped poncho over his shirt. It's greasy, full of stains, and torn, but at least it helps him stay protected from the wind, even if only for a little. His pants are a mess as well. The right side is nothing more than a bunch of shreds. But at least he has shoes to protect his feet. Although they're ragged, a little too small, and the left toebox has come loose from the sole. He wears a bandana around his neck and has it wrapped around his face to just below the nose. It's torn and worn, but otherwise in decent shape. His head is covered by a beanie, there was once a small pom on the top, but all that's left now is a small piece of yarn. "You were a soldier, Weren't you?" He slowly moved his hand into his poncho sleeve. "A shame, we could use one of you."

"Huh?" He turned his head before he met face to face with a pistol in the man's hand. This large double-barreled pepperbox is a preferred option amongst civilians looking for a little extra protection. Its average weight makes it simple to handle. It has a fair amount of firepower with deadly precision. This particular double-barreled pepperbox comes with a metal grip, decoration gems, and a heavy-duty barrel, which could be engraved if so desired. This weapon was originally designed as a hobby, but it soon turned into a huge mass production project and is now in use by various military branches. Its official name is the 8-N4, but it generally goes by its unofficial name: Echo. He leveled it at Julian's head before firing and watching the soldier's skull cave in. The soldier hit the sand as he walked over stepping on his chest and firing two more bullets into his throat and chest.

The man slowly reloaded and turned around. He walked towards the power plant and once stepping in took a seat in the waiting room lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. "It works like a charm. I leave everything to you, my true friend."

During the course of the cold war, the Soviet Union invades the US islands in the Pacific, causing US forces to be sent in and try to force the Soviets out of their territory. Using guerilla warfare tactics to sabotage Soviet-held strongholds and facilities. They attacked a camp in the jungle on March 17th, 1981, an abandoned resort hotel used as a base on October 25th, 1981, and finally a power plant on October 30th, 1981. The assault on the power plant ends with the deaths of half of the [Redacted] team and the withdrawal of [Name Redacted.] together with an injured [Redacted].

This day left Hawaii a rather large mess but the rebuilding and reconstruction period was quick and easy. That was until Feb. 6, 1984. A cult calling themselves the "Forever Cult" took the power plant for themselves, using satanic Magic and some Pink liquid to bring the Soviets and Americans' corpses back.

The Island turned to war and bloodshed quickly, many Soldiers and civilians lost their lives and the island of Hawaii was made an Independent Country. Turning from Hawaii to Cracker Island.

The United States had Hawaii as a State for 25 years before this turn of events.

The Forever Cult is wishing to bring something to our world. What that is is unknown.

I wish we were telling that story. But we're not. This is the story of a slasher in the turn of the decade.

A VHS filter cuts over the man speaking and fast forwards time to the year 1989. In recent years there has been an influx of Violence throughout America, especially throughout the Burning Expanse. (Louisianna Purchase.) Mostly there seems to be a running trend of Violent outbursts leading to the death of many people. Serial Killers who spread across the country. Each of them wears an animal, character, or ceramic mask. Some cities were skipped completely and this ended in 1985 with the Vice President being decapitated on live Television. Some call this the Debushing Incident, others claiming that this was necessary for peace between the country and Overseas.

Finally, we see a city and a woman ripping the throat out of a cheerleader for Dragula High.