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spadeguy (2014-04-27 15:03:45)I should probably write a new story... but will I finish it?
Anyway, I'm Aaron
THE END
Anyway, I'm Aaron
THE END
simmonsa1851 (2014-04-28 23:38:02)No it isn't, I never even knew that those names had anything to do with Ray
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simmonsa1851 (2014-04-28 23:38:33)Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I get it. Wow, I didn't even notice. lol
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The year 2052. President William Johnson had just been elected for president. Things are going fine, until one day at a local bar somewhere in California, USA.
Drake Saenz is at the bar "Botumz Up" with his close friend Hank Richardson, a secret government official.
"So, did you hear about what's happening tonight, 8:00pm sharp?," asks Hank to Drake, "They say that all living things in the United States will be destroyed by bombs. the president is working tirelessly to try and stop it."
"Hank," replied Drake,"You've known me for 16 long years. You should know that I don't trust people like Johnson. Ever since the last president 'disappeared' without a trace, I've felt a suspicion toward the people in that office. They're just not trustworthy.
"The U.S. would go extinct sooner or later with Johnson as president, it would've been only a matter of time before-"
"Well, I wouldn't talk about them like that," interrupted Hank, slightly angry at his friend, "They work hard, and nobody can do any better than him"
"BS," argued Drake, "I can do way better than that rat!"
At this point, Hank was furious even at his friend of so many years. He couldn't bear listening to him talk about his leader any longer. It was time to commence the operation, though premature.
Hank attacked Drake, striking him hard across the face. Drake fell upon the floor, dazed by the sudden attack. He soon gathered his wits, and before Hank could make another move, Drake grabbed his arm, twisted it to where Hank was turned around, and put him in a choke-hold. The situation seemed hopeless for Hank, but after 5 years of government training from highly educated individuals, he knew exactly what to do.
Hank freed himself from drake's hard grasp, and punched him in the face more, yelling curses at him. They had everyone in the bar's attention. Cameras were on, flashes were seen. There was so much going on, that when people uploaded it to a social media websites, it would flood out all things prior to it.
Arms were flailing, the two men were hurt so bad, until, finally, after long wait, Hank started backing away while pushing buttons on his watch. Suddenly, he was healed. Not only that, but he seemed to have more weapons and equipment than he had before. When he attacked Drake, so much blood was shed that Drake would've died from blood loss. Unfortunately they'd all suffer a tragic death, for Hank unleashed a force field that incinerated everything in it's way.
Through the shouts and screams, hank could be heard saying "Commence plan "Repopulate". Bombs were launched and the United States as we knew it was gone. All the plants and animals. All the people. The only thing remaining was the house of officials where people, including president Johnson were hidden. After that tragedy, Johnson gave a little smirk and commanded the little construction workers he had to rebuild the destroyed land.
Since no one could stop him, Johnson made the new U.S. being ruled under him and his descendants. The process of rebuilding took 7 years. It was only inhabitable, not fully finished.
Dwayne Lloyd and his construction partner, Ahmad Brown are working to restore the fallen buildings. Dwayne was thinking about how he came to Earth. If he was born even right after the incident, he'd only be 7 years old.
"Hey D," yelled Ahmad, "BACK TO WORK!!!"
"Yeah, I'm on it," said Dwayne, "I'm just thinking"
"Well, thinking's not what gets the job done"
"I'm just wondering where we came from
"No one knows"
"Then I'll find out"
"You can't, you have a JOB to do!!"
"FORGET IT!! I'm putting it on hold 'till I get answers!!"
"But-"
"No, SHUT UP! I'm leaving"
Upset, Dwayne leaves to go to his unfinished house. He's thinking, trying to make sense of what's going on, why he's here, who he really is. He finally decides to go to the People's Concern and Questions Center.
"Hello," asks Dwayne, "I have a question."
"Well, isn't that why you're here?," asks a voice coming from an announcer.
"Okay, well," Dwayne says, "This is kind of weird. Um, i'm wondering where I came from-"
"That's classified," replies the voice, "If there are no further questions, get out!"
"But-"
"If there are no further questions, get out!"
"Fine!" Dwayne says as he leaves.
Outside the building, he hears faint noise coming from behind him. As the noises come closer, Dwayne becomes slightly more frightened. He turns around. Nothing, but when he turns back around there's a person just standing in front of him.
"I know where we came from," he says, "I'm an immortal thanks to this amulet." He shows Dwayne the amulet.
"Well," Dwayne asks, "What happened after the incident???"
"We-" A loud shot rings in Dwayne's ears as he sees this mysterious man fall to the ground. Dead. Dwayne goes beside him. He gets the amulet before being shot himself.
Total darkness. The only thing he hears is a faint voice saying "You are the chosen one"
End of part one. Tell me what you think.