Rapidity

The helicopters flew ahead, saying their goodbye's to the people they love. Bombs causing implosions in the streets sucking up everyone who couldn't make it to the helicopters in time like black holes sucking up dead stars. There were screams, louder than anyone has ever heard.

"Everything will be alright in the long run," the Flames said, ushering everyone to safety.

"You will all have freedom! Peace! All for nothing!" the Flames kept repeating those two sentences. Little amounts of people could fathom the consequences of freedom. Freedom isn't always free. Freedom has a cost. A cost so large that humans are blinded into the government saying that they can make all their dreams come true for a small little payment if citizens proceed to let the Flames rule. Let the flames grow larger and larger! Just like the name they've been given by the people, symbolizing the wildfire that will spread with them while they're charge. They're smart, so smart that they can negotiate into getting anything they want. Little do they know, they're about to meet their match. The Flames are about to meet the tears of the clouds that will put the people out of their unknown misery. They're going to meet the Rapidity.