That brings you up to the present. By now I’ve gotten used to waking up and not knowing where I was. So when I woke up in a totally empty room I wasn’t surprised. “Blake, your awake.” a voice from behind broke the silence. Hold up, I knew that voice... that voice..it belongs to... it couldn’t be... it’s impossible... I can’t believe it... now I’m hearing voices. I turned around. It wasn’t my head after all. Standing in front of me with brown hair, a height of five feet, who exposed no sign of harm on her body and contained a striking pair of red bloodshot eyes, was my sister, Marilyn. She’s alive! Wait, what? She’s alive?
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The Beginning of The End- Chapter Eleven
It felt like I had ran the entire circumference of Earth when I made it back to God’s Gate. I had a password that I had to say when I got there so that they would know it was me. “Terminate!” I screamed, “Terminate! Terminate! Terminate!” I was loosing my voice from both lack of air and my screaming. “Hurry!” I exclaimed as I looked back at the crowd following my trail. The door to the Gate finally started to open. Once again the shadow of two figures appeared, I knew who they were, Ellen and Dave. I ducked through the gate and ran. “Get Down!” I yelled, my voice was cracking. Then as I gathered all my strength I tackled Ellen and Dave to the ground. It wasn’t long until every persons nightmare broke loose. A massive massacre. My darkest fear. Bullets fired from every possible direction, they flew through the sky passing the tip of my head. Then after what seemed like forever the Gate closed separating me from the crowd.
I survived! I couldn’t believe it. I closed my eyes, as if to try to stay in the moment. I didn’t want to open me eyes again, in that moment I thought opening them would send me back to my nightmare. But this time I can’t wake up, my nightmare is my reality. I stayed there until I felt my breathe starting to ease and felt the beating of my heart stop pressing hard against my chest. I stood up, dusted my pants off and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Ellen and Dave. There faces showed a state of shock. That must not have had this kind of experience firsthand. It was Dave who snapped out of his shock first, “ You...you brought them here!” His look of shock was replaced with rage.” How.. Why.. You..” He got cut off as a screen crackled to life on the right-hand wall.
A man appeared on the screen. Apparently he was the leader around here, he was known as President Caspian. “We are prepared,” he stated,” The war starts today.” The war? I thought we were preventing war?
“What...” I began but once again I never got a chance to finish my sentence, the President began to speak again.
“ Today an air strike is scheduled to attack the Darkside, we shall end this war before it even starts,” the man spoke with no sign of emotion. “ We should have destroyed the Darkside a long time ago, those people have been a nuisance from the very beginning. We will eliminate the threat. Good luck soldiers,” and with those final words the screened turned black.
I looked at Ellen and Dave in silence for a brief second. Then the gears in my head started turning, there intentions were not to prevent the war, they sent me there as a spy so they could win it. “ How dare you!” now I was angry, no wait passed the point of anger so my my verbal abuse was not over, “ I’ve seen the affects of war firsthand and if you think for a second this will solve anything your wrong! If one war destroyed half the world the second will destroy it all!”
“Blake...We didn’t..”Dave began. I shut him up quickly, I didn’t want to hear it. I jabbed him on the right side of his skull and down he went. I ran out of there spitting out curses left and right. Saving my sister now seemed like a dream. I could almost hear her tortured screams ringing in my ear. I had no where to go, I had nothing. I failed my sister, my dad, myself. I walked home sat and waited. That’s when the air strike happened.
I survived! I couldn’t believe it. I closed my eyes, as if to try to stay in the moment. I didn’t want to open me eyes again, in that moment I thought opening them would send me back to my nightmare. But this time I can’t wake up, my nightmare is my reality. I stayed there until I felt my breathe starting to ease and felt the beating of my heart stop pressing hard against my chest. I stood up, dusted my pants off and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Ellen and Dave. There faces showed a state of shock. That must not have had this kind of experience firsthand. It was Dave who snapped out of his shock first, “ You...you brought them here!” His look of shock was replaced with rage.” How.. Why.. You..” He got cut off as a screen crackled to life on the right-hand wall.
A man appeared on the screen. Apparently he was the leader around here, he was known as President Caspian. “We are prepared,” he stated,” The war starts today.” The war? I thought we were preventing war?
“What...” I began but once again I never got a chance to finish my sentence, the President began to speak again.
“ Today an air strike is scheduled to attack the Darkside, we shall end this war before it even starts,” the man spoke with no sign of emotion. “ We should have destroyed the Darkside a long time ago, those people have been a nuisance from the very beginning. We will eliminate the threat. Good luck soldiers,” and with those final words the screened turned black.
I looked at Ellen and Dave in silence for a brief second. Then the gears in my head started turning, there intentions were not to prevent the war, they sent me there as a spy so they could win it. “ How dare you!” now I was angry, no wait passed the point of anger so my my verbal abuse was not over, “ I’ve seen the affects of war firsthand and if you think for a second this will solve anything your wrong! If one war destroyed half the world the second will destroy it all!”
“Blake...We didn’t..”Dave began. I shut him up quickly, I didn’t want to hear it. I jabbed him on the right side of his skull and down he went. I ran out of there spitting out curses left and right. Saving my sister now seemed like a dream. I could almost hear her tortured screams ringing in my ear. I had no where to go, I had nothing. I failed my sister, my dad, myself. I walked home sat and waited. That’s when the air strike happened.
Monday, November 28, 2011
The Beginning of The End- Chapter Ten
I had a routine to follow those days, find information and pass it on. I learned new information about their weaponry, plans and ideas. They were definitely preparing for war. I followed the rebels at day, at night I would sneak off to the Sunside. However, I only kept my mind straight on one thing, saving Marilyn. I thought I was doing a pretty good job until word spread of a spy roaming through the halls of our establishment. I don’t know how they figured it out, it was like a bomb that exploded out of no where. It was mid morning a meeting had been announced. We had seats to sit in usually but on that day their were no chairs.
“What’s happening?”
“ Quiet!” a man’s booming voice rang through my ears. “Stand in a line! Single file! Now!”
The others and I from the rebellion had done what was told. This was all new to me then, that made me nervous, however, I made sure my expression remained calm. I l scanned the room for possible exits. The meeting place was underground I would have to sprint out the door and up stairs if anything went wrong. They had some machine with them. They used it to scan each rebel up and down. The machine scanned for Dynamo, a residue that’s left on the body if you touch Palliate, the rare type of metal they used to make God’s Gate. Of course I didn’t know about it at the time so when the machine started beeping when they scanned me I was confused.
At that moment a rebel leader, Bryan, looked at me, examining every fiber of my body. At that moment I knew my cover was blown. Bryan spoke, “ Get him!” I ran, dashed out that place as if my life depended on it and well when it came down to it my life really was on the line.I dashed for the nearest exit which was already starting to close. As I passed I was attacking those who tried to attack me. I remember hitting one guy straight on the face, there was a huge cracking sound after that. Pretty soon they started coming out with guns. The first round of bullets shot right past my face, moving my head even a millisecond of an inch would have resulted in my immediate death. But by then I passed my first obstacle , the door, now came the stairs. Their was no stopping now. Faster, faster, faster! I was practically yelling at myself to move. It wasn’t long before more bullets erupted. Duck, cover, duck cover, each of my steps was a pattern in order to dodge the bullets. I was tired, my breath was in a patting fit. I moved until the sunlight from above was visible but it wasn’t the end.My journey was not over.
“What’s happening?”
“ Quiet!” a man’s booming voice rang through my ears. “Stand in a line! Single file! Now!”
The others and I from the rebellion had done what was told. This was all new to me then, that made me nervous, however, I made sure my expression remained calm. I l scanned the room for possible exits. The meeting place was underground I would have to sprint out the door and up stairs if anything went wrong. They had some machine with them. They used it to scan each rebel up and down. The machine scanned for Dynamo, a residue that’s left on the body if you touch Palliate, the rare type of metal they used to make God’s Gate. Of course I didn’t know about it at the time so when the machine started beeping when they scanned me I was confused.
At that moment a rebel leader, Bryan, looked at me, examining every fiber of my body. At that moment I knew my cover was blown. Bryan spoke, “ Get him!” I ran, dashed out that place as if my life depended on it and well when it came down to it my life really was on the line.I dashed for the nearest exit which was already starting to close. As I passed I was attacking those who tried to attack me. I remember hitting one guy straight on the face, there was a huge cracking sound after that. Pretty soon they started coming out with guns. The first round of bullets shot right past my face, moving my head even a millisecond of an inch would have resulted in my immediate death. But by then I passed my first obstacle , the door, now came the stairs. Their was no stopping now. Faster, faster, faster! I was practically yelling at myself to move. It wasn’t long before more bullets erupted. Duck, cover, duck cover, each of my steps was a pattern in order to dodge the bullets. I was tired, my breath was in a patting fit. I moved until the sunlight from above was visible but it wasn’t the end.My journey was not over.
The Beginning of The End- Chapter Nine
“ I’m in,” I declared, not to them, but to the screen that had now turned black, “ But, if you do anything to hurt her, anything at all, you won’t have to worry about the world, you are gonna have to worry about yourself, knowing I’m out there. Understood!”
“ I understand.”
My journey to the Sunside was short, I barely had time for sightseeing. My only view of the place was the two rooms that were both contained. My guess was that wasn’t a coincidence. Still my mind came back to the last thing I asked. “How do I join the rebellion?”
Ellen and Dave both looked at each other, they knew the answer. It was Dave who talked with a straight face that revealed nothing. His tone was dense as he spoke, “ You have to make a scene.”
Now that’s how I found myself looking at Gods Gate back on the Darkside. In my hand I gripped tight a crow bar, a gift from my new friends or maybe my new enemies from the Sunside. Their directions were very clear as they repeated themselves inside my head. Smash! Boom! Bang! I was denting Gods Gate hitting it with massive force. The sound was familiar to me, metal against metal. That moment was when I felt something suddenly. I thought this whole incident was a joke. That this wasn’t happening. I thought I was being set up, no maybe I felt like I was being played. However, one thing was actually true, Marilyn could be in possible danger.
It’s funny how I didn’t notice them, maybe smashing the gate had became to fun and so I lost focus. Maybe the noise I was making was to loud it distracted me. I really don’t remember. What I do remember though was a bag. A bag had been placed over my head. Then nothing, total darkness. Maybe I fainted from having no air. Whatever it was, I still found myself in total darkness when I awoke then had a rude awakening when the bag had been taken away. Everywhere I went lately the light was just to bright. I definitely was sitting down, my hands were tied behind my back, and whoever tied them didn’t hold back, the rope was strangling my wrist. I was trapped. However, this time I wasn’t alone. A masked man stood in front of me. His mask revealed only one thing, his eyes, which were examining me carefully.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“ You don’t need to know.”
“ What...” I began.
“ Why were you smashing the gate?” he asked
“ I have a specific distaste for those on the Sunside.” I said with ease. I wasn’t totally lying when I said that.
“ Fine then your in,” my interrogator asserted
“In what exactly?” I spoke in a whisper, I just couldn’t believe this was happening.
After one last examination he spoke, “ The rebellion.”
“ I understand.”
My journey to the Sunside was short, I barely had time for sightseeing. My only view of the place was the two rooms that were both contained. My guess was that wasn’t a coincidence. Still my mind came back to the last thing I asked. “How do I join the rebellion?”
Ellen and Dave both looked at each other, they knew the answer. It was Dave who talked with a straight face that revealed nothing. His tone was dense as he spoke, “ You have to make a scene.”
Now that’s how I found myself looking at Gods Gate back on the Darkside. In my hand I gripped tight a crow bar, a gift from my new friends or maybe my new enemies from the Sunside. Their directions were very clear as they repeated themselves inside my head. Smash! Boom! Bang! I was denting Gods Gate hitting it with massive force. The sound was familiar to me, metal against metal. That moment was when I felt something suddenly. I thought this whole incident was a joke. That this wasn’t happening. I thought I was being set up, no maybe I felt like I was being played. However, one thing was actually true, Marilyn could be in possible danger.
It’s funny how I didn’t notice them, maybe smashing the gate had became to fun and so I lost focus. Maybe the noise I was making was to loud it distracted me. I really don’t remember. What I do remember though was a bag. A bag had been placed over my head. Then nothing, total darkness. Maybe I fainted from having no air. Whatever it was, I still found myself in total darkness when I awoke then had a rude awakening when the bag had been taken away. Everywhere I went lately the light was just to bright. I definitely was sitting down, my hands were tied behind my back, and whoever tied them didn’t hold back, the rope was strangling my wrist. I was trapped. However, this time I wasn’t alone. A masked man stood in front of me. His mask revealed only one thing, his eyes, which were examining me carefully.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“ You don’t need to know.”
“ What...” I began.
“ Why were you smashing the gate?” he asked
“ I have a specific distaste for those on the Sunside.” I said with ease. I wasn’t totally lying when I said that.
“ Fine then your in,” my interrogator asserted
“In what exactly?” I spoke in a whisper, I just couldn’t believe this was happening.
After one last examination he spoke, “ The rebellion.”
The Beginning of The End- Chapter Eight
Whoosh! A huge gust of wind blew as a part of the wall raised itself revealing two new figures. A man and a woman. “So you are awake. Blake is it?” the man was speaking.
“ Who are you? Where am I?”
“ I assure you all your questions will be answered,” it was the woman speaking now, “Please follow us first.” There was no other way out so I did as I was told. We ended up in another room, it was plain, it had a round table and three chairs. I took a seat.
“ So,” I questioned. “Who...”
“ I’ll make this quick and easy for the both of us. My name is Ellen,” the woman explained interrupting my question, pointing to the man she said,” This is Dave.”
“ Where am I?”
“ I think you know,” Ellen said a small smile on her face.
“ This is the Sunside isn’t it?”
“ Yes sir, it is.”
“ But why bring me here, this is unheard of. What do your guys want with me?” I asked.
“ We need you to work for us.”
“ Work for you? You’re the reason why the world is like this, split in half. Why would I help the one’s who destroyed.” my anger was sudden and unexpected to both me and my interrogators.
“It was war that destroyed, not us, and war is exactly what we are trying to prevent.” Dave now had taken the lead. “ Word goes around fast, so you may have heard of the rebellion.”
“ The rebellion?”
“ Members from the Darkside are rebelling against us, they want better for themselves, they want our land, they want war, war means destruction. Each day new members join in the battle. although we thought of it as a minor threat in the past it can not be seen as that any longer. We need you to be our spy find out what is going happening behind enemy lines, we want to prevent war and saves lives. You are the one we chose to help us.”
“ Why me?”
“ We saw the fight through the security cameras installed in Gods Gate. We saw what you can do and we need that kind of talent in our hands”
“ And if I refuse.”
“ We have something special to you in our custody. If you want to save it do as your told.” As if on cue a picture appeared on the screen on the right wall, it was Marilyn. No how could they...
The Beginning of The End- Chapter Seven
I groggily opened my eyes, but quickly closed them. The light was to intense. With my quick glance I managed to determine one thing. This wasn’t my home. Where was I? Where is Marilyn? Once again I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the lights conditions. I shifted up to a sitting position. I took in my surroundings. This place was amazing, crafted wooden seats. ornate tables with gold emblems, lots of beeping and blinking colors connected to something of the past that used to be found everywhere, If I remember right it’s called technology. I was on an actual bed too. It was soft and warm. Once again I asked where was I? That’s when I remembered the fight. I checked my body. Nothing, no blood, what should be scabs or infected by puss was now a scar, if not completely healed, as if nothing happened. What is going on? All the mysteriousness provided an almost scary vibe. This wasn’t normal, this shouldn’t be happening. I jumped out the bed and ran.
I found now where to go to. I was contained, there was no door. I turned and saw the first person I’ve seen all day. He was tall, 5’8. He was muscular, his body revealing scars here and there. He had long black dark as night hair running down all the way to the end of his neck. He had a scar running down his cheek. However out of all of this, his most striking feature was his eyes. They were a bloodshot red. They looked like they could look through the soul. That’s when I realized, I was not looking at anyone. Instead it was a reflection, it was a mirror, it was me.
I found now where to go to. I was contained, there was no door. I turned and saw the first person I’ve seen all day. He was tall, 5’8. He was muscular, his body revealing scars here and there. He had long black dark as night hair running down all the way to the end of his neck. He had a scar running down his cheek. However out of all of this, his most striking feature was his eyes. They were a bloodshot red. They looked like they could look through the soul. That’s when I realized, I was not looking at anyone. Instead it was a reflection, it was a mirror, it was me.
The Beginning of The End- Chapter Six
Oh course my shot missed. It flew straight past it's target and smashed into God's Gate. Usually I would be fine with it, if this it wasn't the last bullet, but of course it was.
"Ha ha," the menacing laughter of the leader awoken my senses. I had to focus. Three attackers were left, each of them moving towards me. I was forced to move back until my back felt God's Gate.
I closed my eyes as if in prayer waiting for what would come next. What actually did come was not expected. Two attackers fell to the ground exposing their backs full of wounds. From the amount of wounds on their backs I was surprised they managed this long. They obviously had reached their limits. That left an unscathed leader and me, wounded and defenseless.
The leader, his face red from rage, tightened his fist. “ You will pay for this!” Boom! His fist smashed against my face. Then another punch, followed by another. I was getting pummeled, blacking out fast. I was still breathing. I don’t know how but through my beating, I received a long forgotten memory.
I was young, maybe nine. Marilyn was only a baby. I was with my dad before the war had happened. He was a soldier, not only that, he was the leader of the army. We stood together staring at the moonlight. I was pleading to my dad, I wanted to fight with him. “Dad, please I want to go with you.”
“ You can’t son, you’re not ready.”
“ I know I am.”
He looked up at the sky, deep in thought. “You can’t son. Out there is dangerous. You need to learn something to survive out there. You need to know to fight until you’re last breathe.”
“But..”
And with that ends the mark of the memory. How long ago that was. It was my last memory of my father. A lot of changed since then. Both the world and I have changed.
Keep fighting until your last breathe. The words echoed in my head. I inhaled the air around me and devised a plan. I ducked to avoid the swing of the leaders fist, it hit the gate. It was time to proceed with the plan. With the much strain to my body I flew off my feet, my hand balled in a fist. Bam! An uppercut hit the bottom of the leader’s jaw. He collapsed. He still was moving however, forcing his way back up. I ran half limped where I had dropped the gun and picked it up. I turned and smashed it against side of the leaders face. He went down like a bowling pin and stayed there unmoving. It was finally over. Limping, I walked towards the direction of my house. I fought both fatigue and pain on the way. Finally my home came to view. I took a step inside, took a breathe and collapsed.
"Ha ha," the menacing laughter of the leader awoken my senses. I had to focus. Three attackers were left, each of them moving towards me. I was forced to move back until my back felt God's Gate.
I closed my eyes as if in prayer waiting for what would come next. What actually did come was not expected. Two attackers fell to the ground exposing their backs full of wounds. From the amount of wounds on their backs I was surprised they managed this long. They obviously had reached their limits. That left an unscathed leader and me, wounded and defenseless.
The leader, his face red from rage, tightened his fist. “ You will pay for this!” Boom! His fist smashed against my face. Then another punch, followed by another. I was getting pummeled, blacking out fast. I was still breathing. I don’t know how but through my beating, I received a long forgotten memory.
I was young, maybe nine. Marilyn was only a baby. I was with my dad before the war had happened. He was a soldier, not only that, he was the leader of the army. We stood together staring at the moonlight. I was pleading to my dad, I wanted to fight with him. “Dad, please I want to go with you.”
“ You can’t son, you’re not ready.”
“ I know I am.”
He looked up at the sky, deep in thought. “You can’t son. Out there is dangerous. You need to learn something to survive out there. You need to know to fight until you’re last breathe.”
“But..”
And with that ends the mark of the memory. How long ago that was. It was my last memory of my father. A lot of changed since then. Both the world and I have changed.
Keep fighting until your last breathe. The words echoed in my head. I inhaled the air around me and devised a plan. I ducked to avoid the swing of the leaders fist, it hit the gate. It was time to proceed with the plan. With the much strain to my body I flew off my feet, my hand balled in a fist. Bam! An uppercut hit the bottom of the leader’s jaw. He collapsed. He still was moving however, forcing his way back up. I ran half limped where I had dropped the gun and picked it up. I turned and smashed it against side of the leaders face. He went down like a bowling pin and stayed there unmoving. It was finally over. Limping, I walked towards the direction of my house. I fought both fatigue and pain on the way. Finally my home came to view. I took a step inside, took a breathe and collapsed.
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