Generation Next

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

4 years prior to the story we learn the past of our young heroine Ryley Acer. Ash, dust clouds and fumes surrounded a dying city. People were screaming, running and there was truly nothing left. What was this? What was going on? I saw as Black planes ran across a red sky with death written all over it.

I looked up to the sky while walking home from school and ask my father, "Daddy what's going on, and where am I?" My father stares at me with a blank stare and looked at the sky as he responded with a small laugh and said "This is not your fight" and walks away.

I grab the sleeve of his jacket and scream, "Daddy don't leave. Please I need you! I am scared and don't know what to do." I cried. He loked at me with a smile and patted me on the head and said "I promise you Ryley, this will not be the last time we meet each other......"

My father, Steven Acer, Violently shoves me to the side of the road. I hit the road bruising my left Knee Cap and fall down in pain with blood gushing all over my leg. Then, my thirteen year old self begins to cry in agony as the pain overwells my body. I look upwards to find my dad , but he is knowhere to be found at all. I feel scared and alone . I cant find anyone. Is this where I die?

I look up with agony and horrible pain ripping through my knee when suddenly, I hear the sound of rubble ahead, the people around me begin to scream and holler, I grab myself and close my eyes hoping for a quick death. The end has to be near , I am thinking to myself.
I watch as one of the black planes soars above the mass of people and myself. Masses of people are pushing and shoving to move as the black planes appear to be preparing to drop one of their deadly bombs. I stand and stare at the plane as people continue to push and shove me out of the way.

I think to myself, although at young age I realized it was over, "Why do they continue to run it's over anyways? This is our pain and our pain alone. No one can save us now. This is where we die ...... "

I'm pushed down by an older boy with short brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular body,and about 17 years. With a hoarse voice he yells at me and Screams "Move it you little brat !" he continues to plow threw me, without any hesitation ,and kicks me down ,in the stomach, which pushes me down. He sends me flying a good two three feet and I'm pushed into the city rubble. I cough up a splatter of blood all over the ground and hack some more blood as I breathe in the smoke from the destroyed city rubble. The muscular kid uses me as a springboard and uses his legs on top of my face and leaps a good hundred yards at least.

I hacked even harder and harder, and even more blood spewd out this time, and I couldnt believe this was happening to me. This had to be a dream I thought to myself, as I heard the sound of rubble starting to fall down from above. Blood continued down the side of my hurt kneecap and I barked up another pool of red blood. Not only that, but my face was brusied black and purple from the kick to the face by the Older boy from earlier.

I watched him as I continued to lose blood and looked in awe as he continued to plow down masses of people violently. He kept a serious look in his eyes while pushing down people.
He pushed down people with amazing strength and power. There is no way someone like him could do that I thought to myself," Or is it ? Could he be inhuman, supernatural, or a superhero? There is no way anyone can do that not even a buff body builder who could lift 1000 pounds could do that? This isn't normal, it can't be?" Then it hit me and I realized something, he has something I don't have and most people don't have. This boy he has...... he has ....... a will. Not your usual will, but he has the will to live! He wants to survive, he wants to make it out of here and he knows he will survive. He has power, he has super human strength, he has the will to live! That boy will survive this war against Amrica's Humanity and I ....

The black planes with bombs stopped above me and prepared to drop the bombs from above. The Rubble from above began to fall from above and I began to scream in fear as the rubble from above fell down and my ability to move stopped. I dont know if it was from the loss of blood or the fear in my body, but it wouldn't move at all. I sat on the floor as the blood from my knee and the agonizing pain from the boys kick echoed through my body. I sat there and began cying and balling as tears ran down my face. My tears rolled down my face and intertwined with the blood on my face. The brusies burned and seared my face and I felt myself losing all feeling in my body as the pain took over. I had given up on living,I had given up on life, I had nothing to live for I had lost my will.