It was a dark and stormy night.
No, it was not.
It was a dark and foreboding time, where evil is good and good is evil, and evil and good are non-existent. It's a hundred years in the future, but it is now. It was two thousand years ago, but it's in the future. Nuclear war. Terrorism. A violent overthrow of world powers, all succumbing to one thing, ancient yet modern. Elementary, yet so complex.
Alpha. Beta. Gamma. Delta. The Greek alphabet, transformed into the name of an oppressive world government, one doomed to fail, yet so powerful in its life.
For Emmett, his life has been split. As a boy, he was relocated from a comfortable residence in Bellevue, Washington, to a cramped and tightly controlled space in a high-rise in downtown Seattle. His mother left their family shortly thereafter to serve the evil world government, and left on their own, the rest of his family struggles to live.
Yet, Alpha has another trick up its sleeve.
They need a new leader. The General has been ruling for ten years now, and its time for a change in leadership. How to elect a new one...
Death. Risk. A game. Real-life strategic warfare to prove who's the most qualified for the job. The family game of Risk has been transformed into a horrific system of recruiting and killing, all under the name of Alpha. All under the name of authority.
It has destroyed Emmett's family, his friends, and himself. He must destroy the system somehow, but to do so, he needs to enter the system first.
He needs to play The Match.
{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?"
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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.
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Started: 10.06.15
Finished: 3.17.16