PROLOGUE
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My name is Sam, and my brother is Mike. I'm 16, and he's 18. We live in a town that is basically a marine base, and is constantly under attack. So about 20 people in different grades throughout high school, grades 9-12, banded together to create the Force. They were a group of teenagers highly intelligent, and strong too. One of the smaller gyms in the school was converted into a training camp, full of obstacle courses and shooting ranges. Yes, you may think this is a little strange, for teenagers to own guns. Oh well.
But anyways, the teenagers became highly tuned fighting machines. No one would dare oppose them, for fear that they would upset the leader of the Force, the fiercest of all, my brother! His second in command was almost feared more than Michael, for her deadly seductive looks were strangely alluring.
ME!
One night, there was a talent show for the school. Although the agents of the Force were basically the defenders of their large town, they liked to participate in other things, such as sports. So I was singing a song for the talent show called Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade. Suddenly, one of the glass windows shattered! People screamed, and covered their heads with their hands. Someone was shooting at me! I was hit in the shoulder, but managed to fight the oncoming invaders that dared to threaten my friends and family. I fought like the entire Force was by my side. I dropped enemies left and right, the bloodlust blocking out my pain.
Suddenly, my brother rushed to my aid! We fought even harder, to defend each others backs. The people in the auditorium had already rushed out, fearing for their lives. I turned to my brother in time to see a bullet rip through his chest, emerging from his back with a spatter of blood. He collapsed to the floor, his breath coming in shallow gasps, making a ragged, grating noise in his throat. I seemed to fly as I sprinted the way to my dying brother. The invaders seemed as confused as I was; apparently they hadn't meant to kill Mike. I held my older brother in my arms as he looked at me, and whispered, "Sam..." he was interrupted by a series of harsh coughs.
"Mike, don't go! Don't leave me!" My voice was panicked, frenzied. It contained an odd note of hysteria.
"You need to take over the Force...You are the only....one...who I know...can take...care of...Chittenango," and with that.. he died. A tear dripped down my cheek.
I turned to face the invaders, my shorts and tank top soaked with the blood of my enemies and my kin. A fire worse than the depths of Hell filled my eyes; some of the cloaked murderers took a step back, aware of the wrath that I was about to unleash upon them. My voice was choked with emotion, though filled with rage.
"You...Will...PAY!" I leaped the distance between my targets in two large bounds. My fists and feet flew through the air, a whirlwind of danger and death. Necks were snapped, throats were shattered. I showed no mercy to them, as they had shown no mercy to my brother.
Finally, the wave of enemies receded, but before they fled, one of them looked over his shoulder and hissed, "This is not over! We will avenge our slain kin!"
But I paid no attention. My soft hazel gaze was trained on the body of my brother. I dragged my feet as I stepped over the countless number of bodies that Mike and I had slaughtered. Once in front of Michael's mangled body, I sank to my knees. My face buried in my hands, I began to weep. For everything I had lost, for my wounds, for the events in life that my poor brother would never experience.
In life, my brother had been muscular, and he had looked older than he really was. In death, he looked weak, like a little boy again. I lifted my red, puffy face away from my hands, hazel irises burning with a fiery hate. Almost to myself, I whispered out loud, "This is definitely not over. But I shall not be the one to die. I will fight to my last breath, until every single one of them has paid for the crime they have committed against me. They have killed my brother, and so I will kill them. I swear, one day, YOU WILL DIE!"
