new americana (halsey) ON HOLD

prologue

we were a community. they made me their leader when I'd never asked to be. but the lightning in their eyes huddled me into whatever they needed me to become. we were hopeful we would win, because nothing could scare us. we feared no city, and we feared no man.

we were the new americana.

you see, I, along with help, created this new society. I was the cause of this. I was the cause of our rivalries. I was the cause of many deaths. if I had never felt driven to recreate the chivalry we once had, none of these tragedies would've happened.

but why did I feel driven to create the defined horror that once was?

the genuine purge had broken out in the country I called home, and all over the globe. riots were everywhere. stocks crashed along with everyone's sanity. some thought it was the end of the world and ended their sufferings, which I frequently witnessed. the root of this so called 'cleanse' was our new elected president. some might have called her a spawn of satan. she had combined all higher and lower than her that an effortless way to exclude the costly outliers of society was by eradicating them. the process was explained simply.

first, allow no authorities to take action for 24 hours, eliminating the 'weaklings' of the population.

then, when the 24 hours were up, send forces in to clean up the ungodly mess and finish off those who hadn't been.

lastly, the survivors would be informed of meetings that would take place soon in capitals or big cities near them, to discuss what the actions of the new guild would be.

the plan was approved by all leaders but wasn't conducted as expected. almost everyone was announced as dead, including all authorities and forces. all those dubbed leaders were dead or wished they had been.

all men left standing were equal. we would be a balanced community, flourishing with equality and respect.

this was until I came along and was promoted to being the leader of the new americana. this was a revolutionary commitment that I had made. but I'd done it for them. the young, looking up to me as an idol. the old, supporting my decisions on reconstruction. I was reinforced by all members around me.

it all seemed oddly too perfect, especially with the leader being a teenager who, in what felt like a past life, hated having responsibilities.