For What It's Worth

For What It's Worth

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"Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep." They say the nightlife drives you insane. It feeds you false movements and sounds. It plays with your senses. It takes your morals bit by bit, draining you of any remorse you have for your own life. Stripping you of priorities and bestows self harming actions. It forces you to make hard choices. Choices that could lead to life or death. Or love? David, a soldier who only wants a friend, and Joseph, a soldier who keeps to himself, cross paths. Will they be friends or enemies? A peril of life choices are made in front of each other. How will David handle Joseph only having two months left of service? Vietnam was a horrible place, and thats putting it lightly. Everyone should have a platonic friend during times like these. Maybe even more.
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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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