Rogue Heart

Rogue Heart

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Amasia is a supercontinent where the Americas and Asia have merged together and closed off the Arctic Ocean The year is 52281 and the supercontinent of amasia has just formed. The countries didn't get along and when they finally met a war broke out almost instantly. Any chance of democracy or any form of government was thrown out the window. Walls were torn down, military regiments were bombed, navy was taken out of the waters, air force planes were shot out of the air and the people rebelled against their government, tired of not having a voice. These rebels fought for 100 years, until all forms of government were destroyed and the people were running around like savages, no one to tell them what to do, cavemen. They destroyed everything. However, even savages have some form of government. Eventually someone rose up and created government. 4 sections of government were created, Democracy, Dictatorship, Monarchy, and the Elite Caste. Even this government couldn't keep the people in line, because they couldn't keep themselves in line. The leaders of these new democracies wanted dominance and the people who had been fighting for 600 years wanted this war to end. It was the beginning of the 2 thousand years war.
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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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