Society's Puppet

Society's Puppet

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"Six years. It's been six years since they first tested me. Six years since I last saw my parents. Six years since my life was normal." In a society where everyone is expected to be the same and must face the consequences if they're different, the new society is a dangerous place to live... After the brutal war, the government formed a new social system - a society in which everyone can be controlled, so that there is no chance of an uprising of any scale happening ever again. In this society, when a child reaches the age of 10, they are taken away to have their memories and emotions wiped, as well as to become "perfect" for their role. A society in which the old are rendered useless and killed. This ensures no chance of rebellion and creates the ideal society, in which everyone is safe and is efficient. Emilia Atherton is a 17-year old girl who happens to be different - unexplainably she does not conform to the government's control. Disobedients are killed and she is one of them. However, this policy is fair because as we all know... CONTROL SAVES LIVES.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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