Actul I
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Nu te voi deranja atunci când te vei simți singur, nu atunci când vei vorbi despre tăria ta impusă, de sângele tău rece și de capacitățile ignoranței. Este amuzant sa-ti privesc cuvintele tocite intre ele, unde unicul tău argument ce-l aduci in fața lașității, sunt toate lacunele tale în rațiune. Degeaba crezi ai dobândit ceva mecanic, ireal, născut dintr-un sentiment străin. Degeaba îmi joci rolul criticului si scepticului de serviciu. Degeaba încerci sa adopți atitudinea folosind-o ca un mijloc de transport pentru verificarea dezvoltării mele cognitive. Da, stăpânesc bine cuvintele,virgulele, iubitule... nașterea ta mutilează din frica despărțirii de singurătate. Degeaba iți sporești aroganța intr-un sentiment ce nu vrea să se nască, așa cum ti-ar fi total inutil sa-mi transformi încrederea în victimele vieții. Încerci sa-ti strecori semnele disperate, neobservate aparent ochiilor mei goi. Cere-ti iertare! O sa-ti dau si asta, dar nu ma întreba când... pentru ca am îngropat-o cu mult timp in urmă în cinism și dor.
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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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