Revolution

Revolution

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I'm standing at the gates What do I do What category will they put me in. It's been 4 months since the Revolution The force has awoken in us, the government is scared that we have powers. But excited because now they have them too. The force found itself to multiple people in the world. Some receive the gift, and the ones who don't. Either get envious, jealous, or hate the idea. The Christians whom received the gift have been banned from the church. Now there is a new world order. The ones with the force are sent to the camps. That's where I am now. Mom and dad are gone forever. The government took them for testing. They were one of the more powerful ones. They came for me and my little brother Malachi (Mal-uh-Khi). I have the force he doesn't. But I'm only 16, and he's still 13 so he has time. I'm one of the most powerful people. That's why they wanted us. We will tell them at the gates I'm a level three. Malachi will be a level one. Now we wait Wondering what category we will stand in. Proving that Malachi's one of them will be easy since I can tap into there brains. Because I'm the highest level... 13
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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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