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What would happen if WW2 didn't happen in 1939? It's 2178. The only world you know is the one that's broken in so many places, it will never be the same again. Sona's never been a good girl. She's bad. from a young age, she taught herself hand-to-hand combat, and she has an ego the size of the gun that's perched on her shoulder, aimed at you. Ajax has always been the good guy. However, he's never been happy. He's annoyed with himself for following all the rules. Fawke has always been an outcast. Reclusive, and no one has ever really noticed him. Except Sona. Hitler has always been evil. 'An exciting dystopian tale concerning love, life, and adventure in a world broken by war' “I don’t care anymore, Sona,” he kissed her gently, on the lips, and caressed the side of her neck with his fingers. “What they think is not my problem. What he thinks is not my problem,” he paused. “If I come out of this alive, and you do too, don’t think you have to choose me,” he grabbed her fingers, pulled them out of her pocket, and held them, tickling the underside of her palm. Her back was to the wall, and he was pressed against her. The gunshots ricocheted off the crumbling brick. He twined his hand around her waist, and pulled her even closer. His lips brushed the top of her head, and hers brushed his neck. Sona didn’t know what to say, so she just blurted everything that was on her mind. Everything she’d ever felt for him, and everyone else. They didn’t have long left.
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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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