1914
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  • Reads 255
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 19m
Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2021
Mature
"He turned to look at me out of desperation. Covered in blood, his cold, bleak, grey-blue eyes screaming fear like I've never seen before. He's dying...he's dying...."

Wilbur "Wil" Moss is a fourteen going-on-fifteen year old teen in South Sydney of Australia. He thought he was going to have a normal life alongside his brothers, parents and family dogs. That was, until WW1 officially broke out; A sudden turn of events may leave one... or many... dead.

☆ A Tale of Dedication and Bravery

Rating:
❤️MA15+ (Mature Themes, Strong Violence, Strong Language)

*Ratings follow the Australian Classification Board (ACB) which houses ratings G, PG, M, MA, R, & X. The given rating for the following story is an estimate and is in no way 100% accurate.

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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