The Bird (Book 1) On Hold

The Bird (Book 1) On Hold

Java60072
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 4, 2016
actionadventurechildhoodfuturegovernment
Imagine only being eight when you are taken from your family by the government. No not taken. Sold. in the year 3000 River Jacques or RJ was sold to the government by her parents for money issues. The government has changed in many ways. Taking kids or having kids be sold to them was one way. But when River was sold she was trained to become a soldier. Not knowing that Government's greatest weapon will become their greatest threat..... 'Mama sat there brushing my hair to the side as she hummed a song. "Five little ducks went out to play. Over the hills and far away. Mother duck went 'Quack quack quack' one little duck came running back." She finishes looking down at me. "Why is there only one duck and not four?" I ask my arms snaking around the medium sized bear. "The one duck made his own choices and fought back. That one duck is you River. Remember that." Mama whispered kissing my forehead. The last kiss I would ever get from her.
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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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