Love, hate, power; three things. The three most important things. The three most controlling things. They rule the world and hold everyone in a death grip. Love; an emotion that is so fragile that it can be broken or made by a single word. Something that’s so soft yet it can coax people through or into anything, good or bad. Hate; an emotion that can be formed over time but also in a single second. It’s an emotion that can tear people apart. It can eat away at someone’s soul, heart, and life. And last but not least power; something that every person craves, even the humblest of people. Everyone craves some form of it, some level of it. No matter what.
Maybe that’s the reason so many people die each day; because of love for something or someone. Because of hate for another, it could lead someone to do something that no person can reverse. Maybe it’s the want for power that could drive someone to the brink of madness, or to the act of killing someone.
Most people love or hate something. But for my father; he craved power. It controlled his life. Every day he strived to make people fear him and bow down at his feet. For as long as I can remember, that had been the way it is. If it wasn’t power it was money, if it wasn’t money, it was the want for people to fear him.
When The Illness came out everyone panicked and frightened people. It killed off half of the world’s population while the rest of the world stressed over it. People saw it was a tragedy or a miracle if you were still alive. My father however he saw it as a chance, an opportunity. He went to work he ignored the rest of the world for months till he came up with the cure, and that soon lead to The Gardens. The Gardenswere a safe place where you were given the cure and a safe place away from the infected. People came flocking. They bowed at my father’s feet, and begged for entrance.
My father loved it.
My father took advantage of these panicking people. He blackmailed powerful people with the entrance into The Gardensto bend at his will. He charged the poor millions to live there and charged the rich pennies and dimes. By the time he was done the middle and lower class had been demolished. Only the rich remained. Only the people he had control over remained. So as everyone praised the ground he walked on he rose to the greatest of power. He had everything and everyone at his finger tips, bending to his will. Exactly what he always wanted.
He was Elliot Walker; the ruler of the world, master of mankind.
Oh, how he loved that.
And me; Jason, his son.
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The Rebels
ПриключенияThe Illness has only been spreading. If it weren't for Elliot Walker everyone would be dead by now. Elliot has the world in the palm of his hand, he is manipulating it to the ways that he feels proper. His son, Jason, goes along with everything he s...
