The next day after band rehearsal, a decided to read a book I picked up from the library.
The book was called 'The fall of freedom."
It was about a world that was ruled over by a tyrannical government. I very similar book to 'George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four'
It all begin with a peaceful city being taken over by a crime Syndicate, they had the local government and the police in their pocket.
Eventually, the Syndicate grew into a one world government similar to INGSOC. Crime was rising rapidly worldwide, crime by the authorities themselves and no one was safe walking the streets, day or night.
What a depressing book!
Although I knew the book was a warning to government power being unchecked, but I still felt so angry about the injustice that happened in that world.
Instead of doing my homework, let my emotions get the best of me and decide to take another Interdimensional trip into the world of 'the fall of freedom'
I was going to put an end to that one world government, even if I had to do it with my own two hands!
The Syndicate dies tonight!
All superheroes have their weaknesses. Me? It's my anger, sometimes I felt my emotions cloud my thoughts.
I transported myself into the world of F.O.F; the totalitarian state of universe 1699; the world was similar to the one I read about in the book.
As soon as I arrived, the state had advanced technology capable of detecting any disruption in the system and I was immediately approached by the police for questioning.
"Where is your name tag?" Yelled one of the officers, the cameras rolling and the microphone on every street corner.
"I just got here." I said, trying to sound as polite as possible.
"Backtalk?" Said the cop, "that's a demerit! Everyone has a name tag at all times, ignorance is not an excuse!"
I was already beginning to lose my patience with this guy, all I need was a little bit of time to think about the world that I had to re-create without the tyrannical government.
"Sorry sir."
"Don't apologize to me! I'm just doing my job!" Snapped the officer as he gave me a shove.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Never question my job, that's another demerit!"
"Alright mister..." I said as I finally lost my patience, "... you asked for it."
I waved my hand at the police officer who was bullying me, and he flew back several feet; a technique that I like to call 'the hurricane'
"You assaulted a police officer!" Said another cop as a dozen cops surrounded me as they swung their night sticks at me.
I was able to push them all back with my hurricane technique easily.
More cops rushed at me, but I was able to knock them all down easily using my super speed combine with my godly strength. I felt a lot like Rambo in 'first blood' taking on the corrupt police force.
"Freeze you little..."
A cop shot at me with his pistol, but the bullets bounced off of me like little stones.
"Who are you?" Asked the officer.
"I'm the rebel hero who's going to end this tyranny!" I spat back at him.
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My further adventures
FantasiA sequel to "Stand on your own" This book tells about the other adventures of William J Kyle.