What they didn't know is that feelings and emotions are different.
The dreams were horrible. It's where all my pent up sadness, remorse and anger manifested. The souls of those I had hurt haunted me in disgusting visions. They would turn into birds and peck at me until they were eating my organs. They would inhabit my head, driving me mad until I had thrown myself into a rich, glassy, onyx sea where their bones swam. They would become beasts and hunt me in burned out, desolate forests until their shadows drove me to madness.
And yet, I woke up every day, adding to the souls of the damned that haunted me every night. I had become the instrument of the evil tyranny that held complete rule and captivity of my people. Their own people.
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Historia CortaThe United States has fallen, and has given way to a new government. Their tactic is fear, and their tools are their elite soldiers. They are enlisted seemingly at random, torn from their loving families' arms to serve as puppets to the government...
