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Det landområde som en gång var USA:s västkust är nu Republiken, en stat som ständigt ligger i krig med sin granne i väster. Femtonåriga June kommer från en av Los Angeles mest ansedda familjer och betraktas som ett militärt underbarn. Hon brinner för sitt land och uppfostras för att en dag ta plats i Republikens absoluta toppskikt. Day ,däremot, växer upp i slummen och är Republikens mest eftersökta brottsling. Men hans motiv är kanske inte så illasinnade som de kan verka. De kommer från två skilda världar och det finns inga skäl till att deras vägar någonsin skulle korsas- inte förrän den dag då Junes bror Metias mördas och Day utpekas som huvudmisstänkt. Fast besluten att hämnas tar June själv upp jakten och de dras in i en rafflande katt-ochråtta-lek. Men genom en chockartad vändning upptäcker June och Day den egentliga orsaken till att de förts samman, oc börjar inse hur skrämmande långt Republiken är villig att gå för att skydda sina mörka hemligheter.
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Static

{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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