Exceptional

The War

        Let me tell you a story. A story you have never heard before. A story you will never hear, never interperet in quite the same way ever again. Stories have a certain magic like that, don't they? So, let me welcome you into this land of words and mutual understanding, of feelings and events and things we may never be able to describe. But come anyway. Listen and come.

        You know the world has changed. We all know that. It's hard to get by these days without recognising that. We all watch those historical documentaries of how things used to be. Sometimes, we envy the old ways of life. Sure, we have some more technology and stuff- how did we ever get by without the self-driving car?- but we all kind of wish for the days before The War. The War that tore the globe apart with its selfishness and greed. The U.S. and Russia were never on great terms to begin with. It was only a matter of time before they acted on their empty threats. We had all hoped that it was just a giant joke, that nobody really had missiles aimed at each other. That no one really hit the button that would send them flying. It really did seem like a joke! No one had died, no one had physically fought each other at all during this war that we doubted was even real. Then suddenly, the earth shook. We felt it, everyone felt it. Some felt it so much more than others. Millions upon millions were dead, people who didn't even have anything to do with the war itself. The 'ground zeroes' of the war, the United States and Russia were left wastelands. No one can survive there anymore, with the shattered Earth and perforated atmosphere. The earth had been reshaped. And there was nothing to be done.

        Some say this is the way it was supposed to happen. That there is nothing anyone could have done to prevent it. They're wrong. There were so many ways to stop the insanity. But instead of preventing the atrocity that was war, we merely adapted. The wrong choice. Some believe in an overarching conspiracy, or that the government is hiding something from us, something crucial and terribly important. They're wrong too.

        I know the real reason. I think the end of days is nearly upon us. What else could it be? Skies full of fire, a shattered Earth... it all adds up to me. Personally, if I was God, I would have set the date for long before everybody screwed the place up so much. Well, I was always a very spiritual person, even though the rest of the world wanted nothing to do with a diety. And how else do you explain the angels? The ones that look like normal people, the ones who live among the rest, but are not like the rest. The ones with unearthly power. The exceptional ones. I'm one of 'those ones,' and even I can't explain it!

        My name is Sean Roscoe... And I guess I must be an angel.