The United States Of America is one of the countries the project freedom across the globe, it was a superpower. In the Year 2025 after the Second Korean War, Peace was achieved as Tensions with the old Enemies start to vanish as Russia Now Starts To...
So if you haven't been paying attention in the discord server, shit happened, Locus is currently on Leave due to some things going on with his Girlfriend, also known as Becky
I know I technically considered this book as, canceled/donated/dead but Yeah, I still have ownership of the original, I just passed down permission to someone else to have it.
So, enjoy this, 1k-2k, depends how motivated I was, chapter of a dead book, that I want to write.
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Location: Confederate Congress, Capitol
The session in Congress, was all chaotic, as confusion, fear, and anger rocked the place where the most powerful reside.
"I have lost contact with captured ports in Japan under my jurisdiction, my Asian Slavery commission has since gone down and I want answers!" A congressman says followed by the roar of shouts from other congressmen
As the chaos continued, President Lee can be seen exiting the room, walking to a private room as he waited for the arrival of his Generals.
As he waited, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, he glanced out a nearby window, looking up at the sky expecting to see something.
But before he could continue to examine the sky, a general walked in as the General hesitantly saluted.
"Mr. President, it has been confirmed that the flag is indeed the Union Flag, except with fifty stars." The General says as Lee turns to him. "And of our forces?"
He asks the General scared as he hesitantly gulps. "The...34th Army Task Force have retreated towards the ocean line or North to Ireland and Scotland...we...lost Britain."
As the General says that, Lee turns back to the general with a blank expression. Then almost in an instant, Lee quickly drew his revolver and shot the General in the throat, as the General falls to the ground, coughing blood, holding his neck tightly, a heartless President Lee quietly went beside the General and kicked him to the floor.
"Useless breath of air." He says, holstering his revolver then grabbing the General's throat, sticking his finger inside the hole, increasing the agony, until the drowning gurgled screams stopped, l as he exits the room, walks to another room, entering, he saw his favorite slave, a Siberian Woman, nineteen of age, her face showed no expression and just pain, trauma, and fear. As she turns to Lee.
"Master Lee...What service would you like me to...provide?" She asks it was obvious this wasn't the first time as Lee smiles, walking towards her and caressing her Cheek as the woman visibly uncomfortable, blood from the General staining her cheek as she shivers, her eyes holding back tears as Lee smiled.
"My, beautiful Halara, how kind of you to...ask..." He says, as Halara visibly shakes at his touch in fear. "...Something, quick would do. I have a business to attend to."
He says, smacking her softly across the face as she hesitantly nods. As she began to strip, showing whip marks on her back, visible bruises, scratches, and scars across her barren body She slowly sits on the bed, obviously not wanting to do this but getting used to it after five years of service as she spreads her leg.
As Lee grabs her by the throat tightly, a yelp of pain comes from her as Lee has his way with her, Halara visibly sheds tears but is unable to reject, or argue, as she takes it,
After what almost felt like an eternity, Lee finally finished as he leaves a naked, bruised, and exhausted Halara on the bed, crying, limp.
"(Mama...I miss you...Papa...Please take me...)" She says in her native language, sobbing quietly.
As she looks out a nearby window, she suddenly heard a thud, she quietly saw a makeshift ladder being placed on the window.
As soon she saw the ladder, sudden hope filled her eyes as she saw a single figure, as the figure quietly entered through the open window, she now saw a man wearing an M1 Helmet, a leather Jacket, with an Eagle patch on his shoulder, holding a Kabar Knife and an M1911A1, his face covered by a mask as he quietly enters, a visible bag of explosives on his back as he notices her.
"Jesus..." He mutters as he quietly rushes over, staring in pure horror. Helena whimpered in fear.
"Your just a kid..." He mutters quietly as he heard footsteps coming, he quickly knocked down the makeshift ladder, and hid under the bed, as Halara saw what he was trying to do, pretending to be sobbing as Lee reenters.
"Halara, My...Friends have paid a visit, please if they enter this room, Entertain Them." He saw casually as Halara could only respond.
"Yes, Master..." As she says that quietly, he then walks out. As soon as Lee walked out, the Rebel soldier quickly crawled out of the bed and rushes to Halara's side. "Hey, Hey, Hey, I'm gonna get you out of here, My name's Vincent Speranza, MacArthur's 101st Spartans. I ain't gonna hurt you, kid." He says while planting explosives under the bed.
After planting the explosives, as he was about to pick up Halara, Halara residents, grabbed a nearby pillow and hugged it tightly as protection.
As Vincent saw this, he had a somber, pained, and remorseful expression as he reaches out his hand softly. As Halara slowly took it, he quickly Carried her, looking out the window and waving to other rebel soldiers down the third floor, the soldiers hiding the bodies of guards. As The Ladder came back up, Halara whimpers in fear.
Vincent seeing this, quietly began to hum a song as he scaled the ladder with Halara in his arms, struggling to carry the short yet young adult as he hummed it to comfort her, which worked.
"Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to die...Gory, Gory...what a helluva way to die..."
As he sang to her quietly, Halara calmed down, hugging Vincent tightly as he came down.
As soon he finished seeing, they both reached down as a Rebel Medic rushes over and places a blanket over the Naked Halara.
"Timer's set to twenty minutes, if he isn't there let's hope he gets the Message. Let's go."
Vincent says as the Rebels and Halara begin to run, but as they Run, Halara, still in Vincent's arm, couldn't help but feel a fatherly warm from him, as she smiled for the first time in almost, years, hugging him tightly as Vincent quietly says.
"I got you little Eagle."
(This Chapter is dedicated to PFC Vincent Speranza of the 101st Airborne, Fly High
