Prologue
*10 years ago
My name is George Aserge. The contents of my mind are scattered with thoughts and images that aren’t my own, although it feels like I lived those very moments. I can tell which thoughts are mine and which belong to another being that I’m unaware of. The people that talk to this other entity use the name Braddock Winters to address it. Braddock Winters is apparently involved in a lot of shady shit and he’s killed nearly 50 people, what horrifies me is the way that he kills them. One of the many memories I have show that he tore out a guys guts and strewed them across a room; it almost looked like a pattern to the room when he was done. There is no logical reason I should be seeing some of the shit that I’ve seen. My parents don’t know of this problem yet, I’m afraid they’d just lock me up in an institution if I tell them. How would I even tell them, Hey I’m a freak that can see through another person’s eyes, lock me up and throw away the key. My mind is soon enveloped in what the other being is seeing, and I soon pass out.
In another location
The School is eerily quiet; the only noise seems to be coming from one classroom discussing the preamble while watching it on school house rock.
“We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish…..”
“How do you think people responded to the preamble and the constitution after the United States long war with Britain?” asks the teacher.
100,000 km above Earth
*Current Date
The sky is filled with hundreds of fighter planes carrying tanks under them. Attached with steel-like jumper cables, durable enough to take shots point blank and not drop the tanks, or have the tanks move even a millimeter. The planes start to decline in altitude, if you had looked up from the ground it wouldn’t even look like they were going downwards until it was too late. No radar was able to pick up the planes because they were equipped with cloaking devices and jammers. When the planes got low enough they started dropping the tanks on U.S. soil. It was obvious to everyone that the United States army was not equipped with enough firepower to destroy the amount of tanks being dropped per second. This looked to be a devastating day for America. It looked like this was going to be it for freedom and civil liberties.
School
“Attention, Attention everyone. We are going into a full lockdown immediately. Please do not try to escape the school. This is for your own safety.” says one of the oldest looking intercoms still working. It’s seriously powered by a battery, with all the technical advances in this day and age you’d think it’d at least be solar powered or something, like everything else. Ever since Russia was found working with Iranians on a “top secret” nuclear missile thirty years ago, we destroyed them and thus we made a ton of advances in technology, Such as the solar powered car that basically looks like a muscle car from the older days except it’s much safer. Plus we have a car that runs on pure pollution and emits breathable oxygen. Bzzzzz the sound of the intercom drowns out my thoughts. Why is it still on even? It’s like the principle forgot to turn it off, no its something else I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
I’m so concentrated on the intercom I don’t even hear the teacher telling me to get down or someone will see me. I turn and look at him and I see the terror filling up his eyes. I know I can’t stay here. I book it for the doors; everyone is confused on why I run. In their eyes I just look like an ordinary guy. They don’t realize I know a lot of secrets, my secrets, the country’s secrets, and the world’s secrets. They don’t understand that I’m one of the only people that truly understand and recognize how many secret societies there actually are. Only a select few can handle this knowledge properly. People can go insane when they get a hold of this much knowledge. That’s why you see people holding signs saying “the end is near” or “the end is nigh” in a way they’re partially correct. They don’t see a way out, but I see one. Their only option is to tell more people. My preference though is to stand and fight. Since they didn’t see a way out at the time they did the only logical thing and went bat shit crazy with their fear of the end of days. I however sought to find a way out of this destruction.
Bang! A gunshot wakes me from my thoughts and I realize that I was standing still for nearly 5 minutes looking like a deer in headlights; I also realize that I’m now being shot at for my stupidity. I run at the guy dodging the gunfire of the guy who seems to be mentally handicapped based on his accuracy with his gun. Seriously we’re in a 5 foot wide hallway and not even one bullet even grazes my body. After the guy is disarmed and unconscious I dash through the 200 wing of my school and head for one of the empty science rooms. I bash the window with my elbow, knowing fully well that the door would be locked because of the dangerous chemicals hidden inside of cabinets in the room. I quickly grab the ingredients necessary to make triacetone triperoxide also known as the Mother of Satan a bomb so dangerous to even handle, I set it in the hall and I get the hell out of dodge. This bomb is merely a distraction so that I can get to my locker and get my ruger out of a secret compartment, it’s truly surprising the things my school has and what you can make with a pocket knife. After I have my lucky pistol I escape the school and realize I have an even bigger problem. The people that attacked my school wasn’t just a group, they were a fucking underground military! And they just so happened to set up a perimeter outside of my school, this is going to be harder than I thought.
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