The Songbird

Prologue

          When writing songs there are two main areas of focus; the lyrics and the music. Both without the songwriter are silent and unmoving, like a blank canvas on a blank wall in the middle of a snowstorm. Without the lyrics there is no structure. Without the music there is no color. However, this is not an informational paragraph about songwriting, it's a story. A story of a girl who feels lost in her snowstorm looking for her wall with the canvas so that she can create. But she's not in a snowstorm of white, instead it's a sandstorm of red.

     Our story has already finished in the present day, but the memoir still fresh in the minds of its victims. The battle has already been won, with no questions asked, but the bloodshed still stains once clean hands. On the front lines of the battle, we find our Songbird. At only the age of thirteen, yet already forced to grow older by the oncoming slaughter of her allies.

     Our Songbird lived a happy life with her foster parents, who couldn't have children of their own, before the attacks on humanities began. She was constantly singing and humming unclaimed melodies that the world knew were destined to be hers. Her mother always encouraged her to pursue music as her career, knowing the girl was gifted by the winds of hope. The young girl began to write lyrics to her unknown melodies that only made sense to her own ears. She carefully crafted her songs into pieces of art that touched the souls of any who listened. Her songs full of color and hope often found their way into the hearts of steel, she had a very dangerous power.

     When BL/Ind started taking over California, making the wastelands of Los Angeles its capital, they realized how dangerous she really was. Changing the hearts of steel back to flesh and blood, she started supplying hope to her surroundings. BL/Ind was not happy with her. The pills of numbness that they prescribed to humanity did not take effect on her. So they captured her. Kidnapped her and murdered her foster parents, because they were simply 'too happy.'

     The rogue company began experimenting on the young girl, trying to turn her heart to steel, but no amount of chemicals or beatings could stop the music that she created. Her captors gagged her in hopes of preventing her from creating, but the melodies still found their way to her heart keeping her alive and hopeful. Even after five years of bloodshed, she still wrote and wrote and wrote, hoping someone would come to her rescue.

      Another year had passed until her prayers had been answered, but no one came to rescue her. She managed to escape the tortuous company, with nothing but the blank, white uniform on her back, she roamed the California desert looking for anyone to help her. After two nights alone under the stars she was finally found.

Rescued by a team called the Fabulous Killjoys.