(Background: Twins Michael and Kat join a rebellion against totalitarian government. A rebellion of which Will (the point of view) is a part of. This is just sort of a one-shot though.) ©
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To him, it was all a game.
Running away, their little rebellion, a new beginning, a new future...
It never ended, it went on and on, and if they seemed to be losing, somehow they'd be safe and back to basics: Just survive.
It was almost like a game.
He bought guns for self defense, but it still felt like a hobby; He planned heists on The White House, but it still reminded him of childish plans of conquer.
Or at least it used to be that way.
Now, since the siblings Michael and Kat's arrival and their ideals of a greater country founded after revolutionary fights, suddenly it didn't feel like a game anymore.
Since they arrived, he fought for a cause, he acted for a main purpose, and that purpose stopped being only himself a long time ago.
Maybe it was Michael, and how he was basically what he wished he was but wasn't, or maybe it was Kat, because she was what he yearned to have but didn't.
Maybe it was that they were not only dreamers but also fighters for their dreams what made him follow their plans; plans that inspired even him.
Those were plans that would inspire a generation.
No, it wasn't a game anymore.
It stopped being a game a long time ago, but only now did he acknowledge it.
That was the reason why, as he set the detonator that would start the chain of events leading to the revolution's master plan, only two words were spoken by Will.
Two words were carried by the wind in the cold silence.
"Game Over."
