Today we iz gon try something different.
Wow, I think that sentence just gave me cancer.... Regardless, I'm having terrible bloggers block and my brain is literally a puddle on my bedroom floor I'm so tired. So here's a story I wrote a while ago, gimme some feed back, yo!
It's my take on the album 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day, I only did the first "act" of the album, if people are interested maybe I'll continue and write the others, eventually. But here's the first chapter.
Voilà!
Chapter 1
It was a dark October evening as Christian raced through the
dark labyrinth-like alleyways of down town New York City. He feared the worst.
Rumor had it that the government control group, the Peacemakers roamed the
empty streets after dark searching for members of the rebellious group called
the Undertakers.
Christian, of course, was not part of such a gang. It was
unthinkable. His parents were good citizens, and he was raised to be the same.
The government had taken over when he was just a little kid.
They had made it very clear that you were not to think, speak or do things out
of turn. Christian had been taught this the entire 18 years he had been on this
earth. He was your typical teenage boy of the 21st century.
But when he turned the corner of 19th and
Broadway, his life changed forever.
There, standing before him were four masked figures. A dark
black hood hid most of their faces; the only thing visible was a white mask. A
smug smile covered their face, as if they knew something you didn’t.
“Look what we have here boys!” said the obvious leader to
the others. “A little lost rebel. Maybe we should help him find his way back
home!” The other three grunted in unison.
The masked figures headed in for the kill and like a mouse
cornered by a cat, Christian found himself glued in place. His mind told him to
run but his feet wouldn’t listen.
“B-but I am not a rebel!” he cried in dismay. “I’m only a
working class citizen!”
“Oh are you?” sneered a masked figure. “And I’m the queen of
England! Now stand still and it won’t hurt…much!”
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, another, more agile figure
swooped down and landed in front of Christian.
“Leave that man alone, he’s with me!” the figure cried.
It was obviously a girl, Christian thought. But there was
something in her voice that soothed Christian. It was confident, as if,
Christian thought, she had done this before. When she reached for her hood, the
four figures took a step back. Underneath the cloak was a young girl, about
Christian’s age. She had jet black hair and red highlights. She was also
wearing an American flag folded in half and tied across her face in the form of
a bandana.
“Who…who are you…?” Christian asked.
As she reached for the bandana across her face, several
other figures wearing the same cloak immerged from the darkness, and Christian
noticed a long scar running down the side of her right cheek.
“I’m all that’s left of the American spirit, kid. The revolutionary,
the rebel, the next Washington. But for practical purposes, you may call me…”
GLORIA read the messy graffiti she written on the walls with red crayon.
“These are my brothers and sisters,” Gloria continued,
motioning towards the other cloaked figures. “We defend the helpless and stand
up for what we believe in. We don’t want to kill you, but we may have to.”
While Gloria had been explaining herself, she had carefully
made her way across and in front of the four masked figures. As she took her final
step, the four hissed, and vanished into the shadows.
“We came her to find and capture your rebels when we came
across this young man. He was out after dark, roaming the streets in vain
searching for something, or someone. We thought he was with you so we decided
to erm, help him find his way home.” The leader concluded in an innocent tone.
“I don’t know who the hell he is!” Gloria replied.
“I have no idea who the fuck she is either!” exclaimed
Christian. “I’ve never seen her in my life! I was just returning home from my
night job. My parents are probably worried sick. I really should be going.”
As Christian made a move to leave, one of the masked figures
jumped out of the darkness and grabbed him. He felt the cold, unforgiving metal
of a knife prick his skin and the warm sensation of blood trickling drown his
throat.
“Why don’t you stay a while?” His captive sneered into his
ear.
“Your little friend isn’t going anywhere, Gloria. H’s coming
with me and there’s nothing you can do. Unless, perhaps, you’re willing to make
a deal? His life, for your life.” Answered the leader to Gloria’s unasked
question.
“Oh, but we have you out numbered!” Gloria grinned
triumphantly.
“That’s what you think…” came the short reply as a dozen
other masked figures stepped out of the shadows, easily capturing the rebels.
Clearly, Gloria was losing her confidence. After a moments
pause, a smile came to her face.
“I propose a duel” She said slowly. “If I win, you get me
and my army. If I win, I get him and a safe passage home.”
“I accept.” Said the leader, already imagining the praise
and admiration he would get for being the one who had captured an entire rebel
army and had Gloria’s head on a stake.
“But,” Gloria continued. “You must swear on god’s honor that
we’ll have a safe passage home.”
“That, I cannot guarantee, for there are other groups of
Peacemakers that are not as forgiving as we are.” He finished.
“Whatever, let’s go.” Was Gloria’s short reply.
Christian, was of course faced the wrong way, so he had no
idea what was happening. The only thing he could hear was the irritating sound
of metal grinding against metal. They fought a long and hard battle. Finally,
in the middle of an attack by the leader, Gloria was able to dodge and stab him
in between the second and third ribs. He was losing blood fast. The rest of the
Peacemakers had no idea what to do.
Finally, one shouted: “Quick, grab the boy and run!”
That was the last thing Christian heard before everything
went black.
“Things aren’t going as you thought are they?” Sneered the
now dying leader to Gloria. “Well, you never really had a plan in the first
place, did you? I may be the one that’s dying, but you’re the one who is truly
alone!”
Gloria was silent for a second, letting the words of the
fallen leader sink in. Suddenly, through a fit of rage, she was able to disarm
the Peacemaker that held her army, knock out the one holding poor Christian,
hoist him over her shoulder and get her entire army running to safety.
As she looked back over her shoulder at the chaos and
turmoil she had caused, she noticed that the dying leader was still laughing
psychotically.
“Insane bastard…” she muttered to herself and focused on
delivering her army to safety.
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