Thanks Turk, you got what you deserved anyway. I probably owe my success and survival to people like you. That, and my fathers' transformation.
You see when you hate, the way I do, your mind becomes your only friend. Rockets and propulsion were my passion but my wicked hobby was poison and chemical terrorism. I knew more about botulinum, arsenic, cyanide, ricin and strychnine then any teen should have the right to. So it was simple really, to dream and plan attacks using my homemade rockets.
I could hit the water supplies, release airborne toxins, or even attack crops or cattle if I could just get my hands on these virus and chemicals. With my rockets I could go completely unnoticed, not that I was ever noticed anyways.
My fathers' transformation came the day of the solar event. That changed everything really, nothing will ever be the same. Before that day he was a sour man. My mother died when i was eleven in a plane crash, she was a stewardess. They were very unhappy though, apparently she was unfaithful. Said he was glad she was gone. Dad worked at the slaughterhouse and was a hopeless drunk.
When all those eyeballs popped so did something inside him. He took action, when everyone was running around all scared and trying to help the helpless. Judgement is here and we intend to survive.
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