Davido Jackson's dissapearence became city-wide news, just as Dawn's had. Newflashes everywhere. Nearly every had spotted on Range devices had to do with it. Looking on my tablet, I read yet another article with the same story shrouded in myster-
"Hey, Mason!"
Startled, I turned to face Pre.
"Oh, JESUS Pre! You scared the living crap outta me!"
"Sorry, man. I was wonderin' if you wanted to come hang out at my place. Play some games, annoy mah' sister."
"Oh, uh, maybe later. I'm trying to find info about Davido."
"You're still going for that? It's all just rumors."
Davido going missing was a very odd occurance and a dark thought. He was very popular, and had many great friends and people that adored him. He was a tough football player, but not a jock. His girlfriend had gone into depression, and had been taking counciling. The Draft was talked about so much that it's as if a new big Triple A title was released onto Vid-Cube (name-bran video game console). I stil didn't belive a word of it, it all just seemed so, I don't know...
Outragous.
Yet still, everyone discussed it. They pondered over what happens when you get drafted. Are you forced into a total deathmatch against someone? Is it torture? Is it riches? Is it confinement? Is it? Is it? Is it? Everyone searched for answers.
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The Requiem Rebellion
Fiksi IlmiahA take on sci-fi movies about innocence, deception, violence, and a storm. My first serious story on here, so it's not gonna be the greatest ever.
