How To Stop A Nuclear War

Prologue

September 23, 1945

James O'Riley, the leader of the Black Detonators, sat in his office, fingers tapping impatiently on the surface of the antique wooden desk. It was a rhythmic, dull sound, like the sound of one's heart. A smirk played up on his lips-the time has finally come.

Everyone was a fool. Everyone, from the poorest farmer to Harry Truman, the president of the USA. They thought the war was over. They thought that the Hiroshima was the worst that could happen. Little did they know that in 2 minutes time an exposion will take place. One big enought to clear the face of planet earth 5 times over.

James was calm. Not a bead of sweat came up on his forehead, and his breathing was unfluctuating. His office was part of a hideout, posittioned under tonnes of soil, away from anyone's sight or knowledge. It was positioned so meticulously that only slight shockwaves from the explosion would by felt by a human being. In the hideout remained several thousand people, who would start a new human race. A new begining. The race of perfection.

Hitler may have failed. James suspected from the start that he would. But James knew that the Black Detoantors wouldn't.

For years, they have been developing a device that has the ability to extripate life as we knew it, but not produce any radiation so that the new human race can emerge and the world will be forever clear of filth. James was the one that came up with this plan, since his mind ironically resembled a bomb.. He was insane-he didn't even try to deny it to himself but he enjoyed the insanity that filled his brain with ideas to benefit not only him, but others. James smiled again. Only the ones that I want to keep alive.

30 seconds now

Five bombs were placed underground. One under South America, one under North, under Russia, Australia and Great Britain. Another loathsome smirk came up on James' lips at how discretely and  perfectly the work was completed.

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A moment of silencefollowed. The type of silence where one could hear a pin drop, or hear their own thoughts rushing through their brain like trains. Another moment like that followed. Before James knew it, 30 second have passed.

Surely I should of been able to feel some shockwaves?

That's when his palms grew sweaty and his heart sped up. Something was wrong...He felt the gut-wretching feeling inside his stomach building up to his throat.

Before James could think of the answer, the door to his office burst open, sending piles of paper on James' desk flying up into the air.. Two soilders stood in the doorway at attention, fear and confusion sparkling in their eyes.The murky green uniform on their bodies was ruflled as if it hasn't been ironed in a long time.

"Mr.O'riley, nothing's happening." said the one at the front, a small man with a thin mustache, sounding out of breath.

James rose from his seat, his pace dangerously slow.

"What do you mean, nothing's happening?" his voice was low, but he could feel a ball of rage sitting inside of him, just waiting to be released

The soilder swallowed, and James watched as his throat rippled.

"The second the bomb was meant to go off," he began. "This letter came through."

He reached out a shaky hand which was grasping a white envelope which didn't have a return adress on it. Just the adress of the hideout. What? How could anyone find out?

James looked at the letter. Then at the soilder. Then back again. He snatched the envelope and ripped it open, his anger now noticeable on his facial features. They watched him, standing at attention, their breathing rigid with fear.

Inside the envelope was a neatly folded letter which James opened up without hesitation. 

The content of the letter was from the man who James once feared most. 

But I had him under control. He was quiet for so long surely he was no threat?

But the letter only proved him wrong:

"Dear James O'Riley.

I know you are surprised to recieve a letter from me, after you have thought you have gotten rid of me more than 2 years ago. However, the fool that you are, you didn't realize that silence is dangerous. Words can't save the world but actions can .

For 2 years, I have done research-alot of it. So much that I didn't only posses a threat to your "project" but I also made it fail. And it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, being completely honest with you. Just finding a couple of codes, talking to a couple of people to find out exactly how to defuse the bombs.

Don't worry, I wont report you to the police, but you deserve the most vile execution there is. On the other hand, I can forgive and forget as long as you promise to leave the earth in peace.

Sincerely,

Zack von Burden.

PS. You are the filth that possesses the world. Not the billions of innocent people you wanted to kill just like that. I can not believe I was ever your best friend."