In the year of 2385:
I watched in horror as my last family member was killed. I screamed and tried to struggle out of the man's grasp, but it was no use. His talons just dug deeper into my skin, causing fresh red blood to flow down my arms. "Bring him over!" yelled the commander. I am next, I thought to myself. The man dragged me roughly towards the ugly looking creature, supposedly known as the commander. The only thing that I thought about was the plan. There were about twenty ugly creatures that were watching me closely as if they were all going to kill me. "What's your name boy?" The creature asked me. "Jaden. Jaden Addison." I mumbled.
"Well, Jaden, I'm going to ask you the same question I asked all of your siblings." He said to me sounding bored. I knew the question before it was even going to be asked. "Where is your little creation?" He asked me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I lied. The creature smiled and pulled out a long sharp blade. You killed my family with that sword. And now it's my turn.
"I'm going to ask you one more time." The creature said. "Where is the creation?" He asked barring his sharp teeth at me. Please make this plan work, I prayed. "It's right here!" I yelled throwing the cubed object at him. Everyone backed away in terror. I snickered at the thought that these things were afraid of me. "Activate now!" I screamed.
The cubed object started to glow at my command. I looked around at everyone. "Attack." I said. I wasn't soon before the commander sunk the sharp blade deeply into my chest. I coughed in pain and fell to my knees, but I know I've already won. My creation was going to stop the cycle. It will stop the annual incineration.
My vision became double and I slowly began to lose consciousness. The cube exploded, killing half of the creatures surrounding me. Two figures appeared from the cube. They began killing all of the creatures in their path. "What have you done!?" The commander yelled at me. I watched the figures fight flawlessly, but can't quite make out their faces. Everything around me started to fade away. I did it. I saved the centre. The last thing I saw was the commander screaming in horror, and then darkness.
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The New Generation
Science FictionIn the year of 2385: Continents have broken down into pieces called centres A new race of evil has been created One project Two heroes Four remaining centres All against a world of evil What will Clyde and Amethyst do?