Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wastes ❯ Characters ( Prologue )
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By: destiny dreamer 
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.23.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.7K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
All characters belong to me and Soulesswanderer. No stealing.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.23.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.7K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
Name: Lana Hallo
Age: 17
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Maybe it was the fact that her hair was silver or her eyes were gold, but ever since Lana could remember, people were staring at her. She didn’t live in a large village. It was small enough for everybody to know everybody. And Lana always wanted more. She was soft spoken according to the others though no one spoke to her. Dead parents because of Raiders and no one took her in because she looked so different. It only got worse when she realized just how different she was.
She was small, but stronger than all the men in her village. She was skinny but faster than all those with muscles. Because she didn’t fit in, she spent most of her time alone exploring the woods. Eventually she hoped to find someone out there in the broken world that was like her even just a little. But…she was warned not to get such silly ideas.
The world was dark and cold. People were cruel and even though she was a black sheep in her village, in the real world she would be more than just a black sheep, she would be fresh meat. Lana had heard the stories about those who traveled and never came back, but she just knew there had to be more to life than spending endless hours in the woods and working odd jobs for food to last her the week.
While on one of her many explorations, Lana climbed up a rock wall to reach the top. It was her so called ‘safe place.’ No one else in the village could climb up as fast as she could or as safely. So it assured her that this was the only place no one from her village had touched, maybe no one at all but her. As she reached the top she stopped when she found a piece of paper tied to a rock. Reaching out, she picked it up and untied the paper from it.
To whom it may concern,
There is more to life than climbing trees and talking to animals. There are others like you. There are other with your talents. Step outside your village and into the real world. Come find me.
Name: Evana Givens
Age: 23
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The sound of heels hit the sidewalk splashing rain water. Evana pulled her rain coat tighter around her even though the rain had stopped and it wasn't that cold. Flipping her black hair from her face, she walked up to the door with the numbers 121 written on it. Knocking lightly, she waited patiently until the door opened. A man smiled at her and slowly she undid her coat and opened it revealing that she had nothing on. He smirked.
“Come in,” he said softly and stepped aside.
She flashed a smile before walking in. As soon as she heard the click from the door being lock, she started up the stairs. Behind her were the man’s footsteps. Pushing the door open to a room, she dropped her coat on the floor and crawled on the bed. A smirk played on her lips as the man stripped and joined her.
Nearly an hour later, she was pulling her coat back on.
“Why won’t you stay the night?”
“Because I don’t like you, Heath. I never liked you. You are just a good fuck,” she said with a smirk while she tied the bow on her coat.
He laughed. “And yet you come to my house in the middle of the night for the same thing nearly every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.”
“I have nothing else to do in that time. Keeps me from killing. Keeps my hands busy,” she admitted and started for the door.
Heath sat up, silk sheet piling at his waist. “Marry me, Evana. Even if you don’t like me. Marry me. I’ll give you the world. I’ll buy you anything you want. We can travel the world. I don’t want kids so you have no obligations. Just be my wife and share my bed.”
“I already share your bed. Why would I marry you? I have my own money, my own life. I like things how they are,” she said with narrow eyes.
He sighed. “Until you agree to marry me…don’t come back here. I won’t keep sleeping with you just so I can be a pass time. I love you, Evana.”
“Good for you,” she said and walked out.
It was raining again. It always seemed to rain when she didn’t want it to. She took her time going home, stopping only once to hear some helpless woman scream in agony then shivering at the smell of warm blood filling the air. She walked in her building and climbed the stairs to her apartment. Unlocking the door, she pushed it opened and walked in. She could hear her neighbors going at it, the screams and yells only growing louder as she walked deeper into her house. Going to a wall, she balled her fist and tapped it. That small tap left an indention in the wall.
“Keep it down!” she snapped. The yelling stopped.
Dropping her coat on the ground, she walked to her kitchen then stopped. Turning around she looked at her place. Someone had been there. Someone had come into her home while she was away. How? How did they get in? Looking around, she scanned everything but nothing was out of place, however a single decorative envelope on the bar. She picked it up and broke the wax seal to ready the letter. It was a simple letter but it said a million things in its few simple words.
Want something more? Come find me.
She looked at the address then walked to the window and looked out at the night. “Someone’s watching me…”
Name: Hailey Phillips
Age: 6
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Laughter filled the air as young Hailey ran down the street. Behind her was her nanny, Doc Frier. He smiled as she twirled around in the puddles. It was late, but Hailey loved the night life. It was the only way Doc could get her to sleep.
Hailey turned to Doc. “Tomorrow! Tomorrow let’s go to the park! No to the Zoo! No to both!” she said excitedly.
Doc nodded. How was it that she was so energetic at such a late hour? He had known her since she was an infant and still he didn’t know. And no one know Hailey best other than Doc. He raised her after her parents abandoned her after finding out she was different. How did he end up being a Nanny? Why not a father?
“Nanny Doc! Come twirl with me!”
“I’m afraid I’ll get sick if I do,” Doc said.
She stopped twirling and ran over to him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she hugged him, her head coming only to his stomach. “Oh, Nanny Doc. I love you so very much.”
“And I love-“
He didn’t get the words out before there was a loud bang. Grabbing Hailey, he turned around. A bullet landed in his back as he sheltered Hailey’s body. Her eyes went wide as blood slashed on her face as Doc coughed. In the background she could hear more gun fire. A robbery gone wrong. Hailey looked up at Doc as he slowly went to his knees. He cupped her small face as she shook her head, drowning herself in large tears.
“Nanny Doc! Nanny Doc!” she cried.
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead leaving a bloody lip mark. Reaching in his breast pocket, he pulled out an envelope. “Use your talents, Hailey…make me proud…find…the address…they will take care of you…” he whispered. Slowly he fell forward as Hailey grabbed the letter. She got to her knees and shook his body.
“Nanny Doc! Wake up! Please wake up! Nanny Doc! Nanny Doc!” she screamed.
Another shot was fired and her eyes grew dark. Kissing Doc’s cold, lifeless cheek, she backed into the shadows. Not a sound was heard expect the police and the firing of guns. The robber that had killed Doc ran through the back alleys to escape the police. He knew the way better than them and would lose them in no time. Smirking and hugging the bag of money, he rounded a corner when suddenly a sharp pain hit his shoulder. The money dropped and he couldn’t move his arm. Looking around he scanned for the reason behind it, but before he could another shape pain in his chest then forehead sent him to his knees. He couldn’t move an inch. He started to panic when he heard the echoing sounds of heels hitting the ground.
He started to sweat when it got closer. Out of the shadows, little Hailey walked out with long metal pins were sticking out between her fingers.
“You’re…just a child…” the man said in fear.
She flicked her wrist and a pin flew into his throat, shutting off his words. He couldn’t even yell. “He was a good man. I was going to marry him when I grew up. And now he is dead,” Hailey said darkly.
She flicked her wrist again and a pin flew in his left eye. She could see the pain roll off him in waves. Her hands danced about as pins covered his face and body. After watching the life drain from him, she turned her head towards the end of the alley where the police where finally catching up. She needed to leave but she was yet satisfied. Stepping back into the shadows, she disappeared from site.
Two days later she stood at Doc’s grave as they lowered him. She was an orphan now and the only person that showed at Doc’s funeral. Reaching in her pocket she pulled out the envelope and slowly opened it. It was splashed with blood and now her tears. Inside it was addressed to both Doc and Hailey.
Old friend, I have gathered a team to make a difference. From all the memories we share, I want you beside me when they all come. I hear little Hailey has quite a talent. With your permission I would like to have her as part of the team. Please, meet me at the following address. I promise you will not regret it. And I promise Hailey will be well taken care of.
Hailey looked at the address. Taking one last look at Doc’s coffin she nodded. “I will make you proud,” she said softly and rushed to her limo.
Name: Maverick Files
Age: 25
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Maverick walked down the broken city streets to a back alley. He spent all morning trying to find the perfect gift for the perfect girl. It wasn’t a special occasion. It was just a normal Wednesday. But she was special to him and that was all the reason he needed to buy something special. Even in these hard times, Maverick was smart enough to save his money throughout the years. His family always had money stuck back but not out of hard work. His family was known for stealing and their cold nature. But not Maverick. As the last of his line, he was determined to do good and make up for what his family did.
As he walked down the alley way he looked up as a small light started to blink. Pushing his hair from his face, he walked into a door. The place was filled with cigarette smoke. “Smoking is bad for you,” he said as he walked up to the counter.
“You got the money?” the man coughed while he puffed on his cigarette.
“Yeah,” Maverick smiled and placed a roll of cash on the counter. The man pushed a small box to him and Maverick opened it, revealing a very small gold bracelet. Gold was hard to come by these days but it was worth it for his girl.
Thanking the man, Maverick walked out. He smelled like smoke. He hated that. As he started out of the alley way, someone laughed and dropped from a ledge at his feet. “Whacha got there, pretty boy?”
Maverick sighed. “Please move aside. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Harm me?” He laughed again and pulled out a gun. He pressed it to Maverick’s forehead. “Give me the box.”“No.”
The man looked shocked. Usually a person with a gun to their head would do as they are told. His eyes went hard and her put his finger on the trigger. “Hand it over!”
“No,” Maverick said calmly.
“Stupid fool!” the man yelled and pulled the trigger. His smiled faded as the smoke cleared but Maverick was gone. “What the-“
“You shouldn’t play with guns,” Maverick said and his hands grabbed the man’s wrist from behind. “They are too slow and too dangerous.” He twisted the man’s hand back watching the wrist break and the hand come off from the arm. The gun dropped to the ground. “Your left hand will be enough for you but your trigger hand is useless,” he said as he threw the hand to the ground while the man screamed in pain and clutched the nub.
Maverick picked up the gun and took it apart. As he walked home, he dropped a different part of the gun in each trash can he came by. Finally when he was home he walked in the door. A young maid met him.
“Welcome home,” she said and bowed.
“Thank you.” Maverick started stripping. “Please wash my clothes they smell like smoke.”
“Yes, of course. Your bath is ready. And this came for you, Sir,” she said as her eyes lingered on his naked form while handing him a letter.
“Oh? Thank you. That is all.” She bowed and rushed out as he walked to the living room. Setting down the box, he opened the letter.
To whom it may concern,
It’s not safe to let those you love outside. Want a better world for her? Want a better life for her? It’s in your reach. All you have to do is grab hold of it. Interested? Come find me.
Maverick looked up as he heard the house echo with cries.
Name: Skyla
Age: Unknown, estimated around 16-19
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She was nature in a nutshell. At least that’s what those that caught a glimpse of Skyla thought. At a young age she knew she was special, gifted. She scared people because of it. It didn’t take long for her village to push her out even though she was only a child. Not even her parents stopped it from happening. She was given a small think of seeds, a canteen of water, and a tiny bag of meat then pushed into the woods.
She spent a lot of time crying in those days. It wasn’t until she befriended a deer that she really started to open herself up. Skyla could understand the animals like they were speaking English. Not only that, she could feel the energy in the nature dying. Long before anyone knew, she could tell the world was coming to a close. Trees were dying, less and less children were born every year, elderly people were dying younger than ever, and animals were hard to find. But even without her keen observation, the woods had told her that it was struggling.
Skyla had pushed her gift of a sixth sense to its limits as she grew. Eventually she began knowing things before they were to happen. Though it only came in glimpses and it was very hard to control, she had the power to see pieces of the future. Usually it wasn’t too far ahead. Maybe a day or two, sometimes only a few moments ahead. But it was enough for her. She knew seeing too far into the future was very dangerous.
Because she lived with nature, those who saw her often said she was like a nymph or a Goddess of nature. When the woods were sick, she was pale. When the sun was high, she was blooming. But no one got close enough to ask her who she really was. She often wondered if they just chose to forget the little girl they pushed out into the dark woods all those years ago. However, she held no resentment. She would rather be in the woods than with humans.
On one faithful morning, she sensed a bird heading toward her. Holding out her hand, a little robin landed in her palm. “Little bird, why are you so tired? How you flown a long way just for me?” she sang to it. The bird nuzzled her fingers as she pet it. Around its little leg was a note. Slowly she untied the letter and set the little bird down so she could read what was written.
To whom it my concern,
There are many things in this world we cannot control. Many things we only dream of doing. The world around us is dying and we are powerless to save it…or so we are lead to believe. You have a gift. Do not waste it. The world needs you. You can feel it. Come find me.
Skyla looked at the little robin. She smiled softly. “Little bird, he has finally called for me.”
Name: Boris
Age: 38
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“Boris! Can you give me a hand?”
The older man’s voice was strained as he pushed himself out from beneath the broken machine. He was covered in sweat, dirt, and oil. His face was worn and weathered, but the smile on his lips was sincere enough.
Boris Zangief, a regular monster of a man standing nearly seven feet tall of pure unrestrained muscle, nodded with a laugh. His bearded face only served to show his age against his normal baby face. His hair was shaved close to his scalp to keep him cool while he worked. His muscles bulged beneath his tank top as he walked over to the older man. Placing a single hand beneath the machine, he groaned as his muscles flexed and he lifted the machine up so the old man could work on it. “Is that alright, comrade?”
“Yes, of course! Thank you, Boris.”
“You are welcome my friend.” He smiled, completely oblivious to the physical strain such an action would cause most men.
“So how is Sasha today?”
Boris laughed, waving to a mother and child who walked past. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small candy for the little boy, who thanked him as his mother called him to hurry up. “She is doing well. She and her mother are out gathering flowers and herbs for the doctor.”
“You’re a lucky man, Boris.”
“That I am.”
That night, Boris returned home from work. Setting his gear down on the table, he stretched, smiling as he heard the pitter patter of little feet. He turned just in time for a five year old bundle of energy jumped into his arms.
“Daddy!”
“Sasha!” He hugged her with one hand. If he wanted to he could easily carry her in the palm of his hand. “How was your day?”
“Wonderful! I saw a butterfly!”
“Really, did you?”
The little girl nodded. Boris looked behind her, seeing the love of his life smiling at him. Her raven hair and sparkling brown eyes kept him mesmerized every time. “It was a beautiful butterfly,” she told him. “You know, seeing one is suppose to bring luck.”
“We don’t need luck,” he told them. “We are blessed!” He held out his other hand, his wife walking into him as he hugged both the most precious things in his life.
The next morning he was up early to work in the mines. What little government was left paid good money for the iron ore they collected. Taking his pick axe, he was about to wake up Sasha to tell her goodbye when someone started shouted.
“There’s been a cave in at the mine! Boris, we need you!”
The large man didn’t hesitate. Yelling a goodbye to his wife, he hurried off, knowing that his brute strength would be needed to free the miners. “How did this happen?”“We don’t know! There was an explosion.”
“An explosion?”
The miner nodded as they hurried along the broken path. “There’s talk of it being the Raiders.”
Boris shook his head. “Why would the Raiders do this?”
“I don’t know man,” the other miner said as they reached the mine.
Boris reached out for a large rock, easily shifting it beneath his might as he threw it away. “Hold on comrades! We’re on our way!”
It took nearly ten hours to free the miners. By the time they had finished all the men of the village were there to help. At least they had saved the men who were trapped, and everyone was celebrating.
“Boris! Boris! Boris!” The miners shouted. “The Russian Teddy Bear!”
Boris shook his head, slapping one of the freed miners on the back causing him to go flying through the air. “It was nothing my friends.”
He looked up at the night sky, glad to be going home. As he looked up, he saw a butterfly fluttering in the air. “Good luck,” he whispered. Shaking his head, he found the way back home. The smell of fire shifting in the air. The village was quiet, the women and children awaiting the return of their husbands. “Sasha! Anastasia! I’m back!”
“Daddy!” Sasha ran toward him, carrying a piece of paper.
He grabbed her in his arms, looking at what she brought him. “What is this?”
“This came for you. I drew a butterfly on it to make it pretty!”
Boris laughed. Looking at the paper, he started to read it when he heard a scream. Looking up, he saw Anastasia covered in blood. “My love-”
Before she could say anymore her body fell to the ground. Behind her stood a Raider with a gun. He pointed it at Boris, a bullet slamming into his chest. Though he felt the pressure, he felt no pain. His eyes were wide, the letter falling from the ground as he felt something slump against him. Looking down he saw Sasha, blood pooling from her dress.
“Sasha?” His voice was soft, almost child like as tears formed in his eyes. “Sasha!”
“Damn it,” the Raider muttered. He hit his gun trying to fix the jam.
“Sasha!” Boris looked from his daughter to his wife and then at the man. The Russian’s face contorted into a mask of fury. Holding his daughter in his arm he charged at him. The Raider pointed the gun at him, firing off three rounds. This time Boris felt the pain, but he didn’t stop. His hand grabbed the Raider’s head and squeezed, feeling his bones crack. “You kill my wife? You kill my daughter?”
The Raider’s lifeless body fell to the ground, and before Boris could grieve his loss he heard the scream of other villagers and more gunfire. Looking down at his daughter, he cried as he set her by her mother. “I’ll be back,” he promised, his voice hoarse as he hurried outside. The Raiders were attacking and slaughtering everyone.
Boris grabbed his pick axe, he wanted those who hurt his friends and family to pay. Opening the door, he sunk his axe into the closet Raider’s back. Tossing the man’s body into the air, he reached out and punched the next one, feeling his bones break beneath his awesome power. He was a walking tank of fury and sorrow. Though he struck down Raider after Raider, not paying mind to the bullets which pierced his flesh, tears continued to stream from his eyes.
It was dawn by the end of it all. Some time during the night they had tried to set fire to the village. Boris’s house sat in flames where his wife and daughter use to be. He was on his knees, the villagers surrounding him to mourn their collective losses. As the flames began to die, Boris looked up, noticing the butterfly…only this time it was falling. Holding up his hand, he caught the butterfly, only it wasn’t a butterfly, it was the piece of paper his daughter had. His fingers traced the outline of the picture she drew, her blood spattering the page.
It was only then that he looked at the words.
To whom this may concern,
have reason to believe that you want to make a difference in the world. To save those who cannot save themselves. To make certain that innocent lives are no longer lost in the trials of the wasteland. I believe you to be a protector. One that is willing to fight to make this world safe for our children to live in. If you are indeed a person of valor, honor, and strength; and if you want to change the world….please find me.
Boris’s hands crumpled the piece of paper. Staring at his burning house, he stood and yanked his pick axe out of the body of the dead Raider.
“Boris?”
“I have to go,” he whispered as he started walkign.
Name: Sven
Age: 25
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The villagers gathered about, watching as the man in the white coat and fedora set up the last of his equipment. The man paused, taking a long draw from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he smirked at the regulars. He noticed a few new faces, travelers probably trying to make a home in Paradise. The well guarded fortress was one of the few places where people actually lived in relative luxury. There were requirements for living there. His only requirement was keeping them safe. He did that quite well.
“So the Raiders are coming?” One person, asked, curious why no one was getting guns.
“Yep!” An older man exclaimed excitedly.
“Then why are we standing here as if it’s a celebration? We should be running, hiding, and arming ourselves!”
The older man laughed and shook his head. “No worries. We paid for Sven to be here.”
The man looked at the white fedora. “That’s Sven?”
“Yep! Best there is. Anytime the Raiders come we pay him for protection. Haven’t lost a single life yet to the Raiders. Watching the fireworks is the closest thing to a celebration we have around here.”
The new guy watched as Sven took a remote control. Scanning the crowd he stopped as he saw a little kid. “Come here little guy.”
The boy looked around before motioning to himself. Sven just smirked and nodded. When the boy came to him, Sven handed him the remote which was full of colorful buttons. “Just press those whenever you want. Whatever order it doesn’t matter.”
He then proceeded to grab a chair and his laptop. Flipping it open, he pressed a few keys and a holographic image of the outside was projected for everyone to see. After someone passed him a bottle of vodka, he sat back, tipped his hat over his eyes and proceeded to enjoy himself.
“What the hell is this? He’s just relaxing!”
“Settle down. You’ll see,” the old man assured him.
A few minutes later dust clouds appeared on the horizon of the holographic image. Several Raider’s vehicles were on the move. All eyes were on the screen and the little boy. When the Raider’s drew closer, the boy pressed his first button. The sand beneath the Raider’s began to give way as spikes rose from the ground. One by one the vehicles fell, until eventually they learned the patterns and started swerving around them. The next button revealed land mines. The third had chain guns mounted on the walls which locked onto the targets and fired at will. The final button was rockets, which decimated the last vehicles.
After each button was pressed the crowd cheered in applause. Sven looked up as the final button was pressed. Yawning, he set down the empty bottle of vodka and stretched. “Well then, I guess that does it.”
“Thank you! Thank you!”
Sven nodded, bowing at the applause. He reached out to take the briefcase of case, stroking it lovingly. “See ya around,” he winked.
This went on for a few years. Each time, the man got more suspicious. There were variations to Sven’s methods, but something didn’t seem right. On the image he could swear he saw the same bandits every time. One day after the event, he went out to check for the bodies, but there was none. Apparently Sven had people to clean up…right. Shifting through the ground he found one of the chain gun bullets. He frowned when he realized it was nothing more than rubber.
Sven was a fake. Setting up everything so that he could money. How surprising….
The next time the ‘Raiders’ attacked, the man kept to the back, watching and waiting. Just as he predicted, the scenario played out just like before. The villagers cheered and applauded at the end of it all. They were all fools, blind to how he was deceiving them. With a nod, four men with guns charged the group.
“Kill him!”
The crowd screamed as the men fired into the air. One of them grabbed a boy and held their gun to his head. “The boy dies or you die Sven!”
“How about neither?” Sven’s hands moved quickly, sliding into his coat he pulled out two silver pistols. Bullets flew from his gun in a single twitch. The two men around the boy fell to the ground dead. Jumping onto his desk, he flipped over, a blade sliding out of the back of his boot as he brought his heel down onto the skull of the third guy. His gun thrust into the mouth of the fourth as he fire. A groan escaped his lips as he tried to work his boot blade out of the skull of the third guy.
“Man this is annoying.”
The guy disappeared into the crowd, unable to believe what he had just saw. Sven was a fake! So how was he able to do that? That night, the man woke in a cold sweat. Something was pressed hard against his skull, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw the faint glint of a cigarette. Sven was sitting on his bed, his gun pressed to the man’s skull.
“You put a lot of innocent people in jeopardy with that little stunt,” he said as he blew smoke out.
“No more than you do with yours!”
Sven smirked, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against his head. “You know nothing. Do I profit from this? Yes, of course I do, but it’s a mutual benefit. The city gets to enjoy the show and have some fun with their lives. Not to mention that my yearly shows makes the real bandits think twice about attacking. If they do, I keep them back.” He winked at the guy while laughing. “In the process I get rich and they keep living. It’s a rather good deal.”
Standing, Sven dropped his cigarette and stomped it out. “What’s your name?”
“Mikael.”
Sven nodded, holstering his gun. “Don’t put any innocent people in danger. It hurts my sales.” Mikael just nodded as Sven left. Fixing his hat, he looked down as something beeped. Checking his com data, he noticed he had a new mail. That was surprising because he didn’t even know that he could get messages on this thing. Apparently whoever sent it had gone through a lot of trouble to find him.
whom this may concern,
I have reason to believe that you might be the person I am searching for. This is an offer to those who seek fame and glory. To be immortalized; and to find wealth and fortune like few have dared to dream of. If you do indeed wish to make a difference; and find the proverbial ‘City of Gold’ come find me.
Sven smirked and shook his head. “Sounds interesting.”
Name: Mavin
Age: 22
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The country side was peaceful. Of course ‘country’ and ‘peaceful’ were both relative terms. To him, the country side was nothing more than the barren outcropping of dessert where a few families had gathered to live. It wasn’t big enough to be called a city, yet it wasn’t small enough to be considered a tribe. Therefore they lived in what he considered the country.
Peaceful was another relative term. Raiders had been through there twice this month, but like every time before they just take some food and drink and leave. As long as the villagers were complacent and let them do as they please, they avoided death. Was this a great life? No. Not by far. However, it ensured that one lived and to some degree even prospered, so it was a life.
He listened as the wind raced through the valley. If there was any sort of vegetation it would sway with the gentle caress of the wind. Instead all that blew around him was dust and the faint smell of decay. He flexed his hand outwards to shield his sensitive eyes from the sun. Halfway through that simple motion he paused to stare at his black nails. It wasn’t a cosmetic choice that his nails were black, nor was it for any religious purpose. As far as he knew his nails had always been black.
Of course, that wasn’t saying much considering his memories only went back a few months or so. He remembered living with an older couple before coming here. He remembered pain. Then there was nothing. His life is here, and probably always will be. It was a depressing thought to him. He long watched the birds flying and wished that he could be as free as them. He wished to simply know who he was, but in the dead of night as nightmares plagued his dreams causing him to wake up in a chilling sweat, he often found himself questioning whether or not he truly wished to know his past.
With a soft whistle, he felt the rush of wings go past him before talons wrapped around his extended finger. His falcon nuzzled him and preened his hair with love. He was special. He knew that, much like others know their birthday or the color of their eyes. He knew that he was different. It was what made some people fear him and others try to worship him. Perhaps that was why he lived here. As long as he kept to himself no one seemed to mind. It was a good life. A safe life. That was what he needed.
The sounds of shouting arose from the village beneath him. He watched with the eyes of a hawk, and listened closely to the sound of the raiders barking orders. This was his life….
He watched as his falcon tilted its head to the side. Looking up, he saw a glint in the rocks above him. Whistling the bird, it took off toward the object. Its talons wrapped around it and it dropped it toward him. Extending his hand outward, he concentrated and the objects changed its flight pattern ever so gently until it landed softly in his hand. He was very different.
The object was a small metal container. It had what appeared to be a biometric lock on it. What on earth was it doing out here? He examined it closely, his finger sliding onto the device which immediately began to glow. He nearly lost his footing and fell when the object popped open, and a note fell out.
The piece of paper rose to his hand as he read the fine print.
To whom it may concern,
The past is precious. They say that history repeats itself. If that is true, then knowing ones past can allow one to predict the future. It is my belief that you are in desperate need of answers. Answers to questions that you may not even know you want to ask. If you feel as if you are ready to spread your wings and rise to your destiny come find me. I know you, but do you know yourself?
Name: Sarah
Age: 23
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She ran her hands over the barrel of her gun. She knew every inch of it. She cleaned it daily and could put it back together with her eyes closed. A good gun was the difference between life and death out here. As her hand slipped back to the trigger, she felt her heart beat increase. This was how it always was right before. The anticipation. The joy. The adrenaline. She held her breath, her finger tightening on the trigger. It was only a spilt second, but that was all she needed. There was barely a sound as the bullet erupted from the chamber. Her target didn’t know what hit him, and most likely didn’t care. Few people really complain when they have a bullet lodged in their brain.
Pulling back from her sniping position, she reached for the bottle of vodka she had been sipping on before the Raiders had decided to unceremoniously interrupt her dinner. No one messed with the Devil Lady. She smirked at that title and downed another glass of the burning liquid. Her small room was decorated with pictures and awards, accommodations from her time in the military. Of course that seemed like a lifetime ago back before the military was wiped out and broken off into fractions. There was no military, just different groups vying for power over the dwindling resources, and she would have no part in it.
“Sarah! Watch where you’re shooting!”
She smirked as she heard his voice. “Quit being such a girl,” she said with a slight slur. “I missed you didn’t I?”
“No! Actually, you didn’t. Wait…are you drinking!? You shot at me while intoxicated!?” She looked up at him. He was perfect. A little bit skiddish and a bit of a wuss, but she didn’t mind protecting him. He was good to her and loved her, that was all that mattered.
“Sit down and have a glass with me,” she offered.
He just groaned and shook his head, tossing down the weapons and armor he’d looted from the dead Raiders. “This ought to buy us some good supplies the next time we got to Paradise.”
She just nodded. The Raiders were dead, but she could feel something. They were being watched. A pistol came out from nowhere as she pushed him aside and fired at the door. A man groaned on the other side, and the door was quickly pushed in. Two guards flanked her with guns and shields while a general stood before her.
“Sarah,” he said with a smirk. “Good to see the alcohol poisoning hasn’t dulled your senses.”
She glared daggers into him while moving her lover behind her. “Shepherd,” she said venomously. “What’s a snake like you doing here?”
“Coming to collect the golden egg. I have a project and I need your help. I need my little Devil.”
In one quick movement she had the gun pressed against his crotch, her eyes burning into his. “I’ve told you before, stay the fuck out of my life. I’m happy now. I’m not your little dog anymore.”
“I thought you might say that,” he smirked and nodded.
Sarah’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake. The alcohol made her thoughts slower. She had Shepherd but she wasn’t their target. David was. Turning back, she watched as the two guards opened fire. David didn’t stand a chance as the bullets ripped through him. Her scream was barely heard above the gunfire. With a flick of her wrist she sent a bullet into the heads of each guard before throwing Shepherd against the wall and firing two rounds into his crotch. “You bastard!” Tears stung her eyes. “I’ll kill you!”
“You do that,” he smirked. “And after you’ve done that come and find me. We have a great deal to discuss.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the sparks flying from his crotch. He was a bio android. Another growl, almost feral in intensity and rage erupted from her throat as she emptied her clip into his head.
There was a soft whirring from inside the machine as a data disc was pushed out of it. Taking the disc she started to throw it away, but looking back at David’s bleeding body she knew that she couldn’t. David deserved better. He deserved justice.
Pushing the disc into her laptop, she pulled up the information.
To whom it may concern,
I will not try to sway you with words of poetry. I believe you to be a person of action. One whose blood calls for another. If that is the case, if you want to seek out one who hides in the shadows, then come to me. Together we can bring justice to this wasteland. Together we can right wrongs. Together, we can make those who destroy the lives of innocents to gain what they want, pay for their crimes. If you are one who seeks vengeance,come and find me.
Age: 17
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Maybe it was the fact that her hair was silver or her eyes were gold, but ever since Lana could remember, people were staring at her. She didn’t live in a large village. It was small enough for everybody to know everybody. And Lana always wanted more. She was soft spoken according to the others though no one spoke to her. Dead parents because of Raiders and no one took her in because she looked so different. It only got worse when she realized just how different she was.
She was small, but stronger than all the men in her village. She was skinny but faster than all those with muscles. Because she didn’t fit in, she spent most of her time alone exploring the woods. Eventually she hoped to find someone out there in the broken world that was like her even just a little. But…she was warned not to get such silly ideas.
The world was dark and cold. People were cruel and even though she was a black sheep in her village, in the real world she would be more than just a black sheep, she would be fresh meat. Lana had heard the stories about those who traveled and never came back, but she just knew there had to be more to life than spending endless hours in the woods and working odd jobs for food to last her the week.
While on one of her many explorations, Lana climbed up a rock wall to reach the top. It was her so called ‘safe place.’ No one else in the village could climb up as fast as she could or as safely. So it assured her that this was the only place no one from her village had touched, maybe no one at all but her. As she reached the top she stopped when she found a piece of paper tied to a rock. Reaching out, she picked it up and untied the paper from it.
To whom it may concern,
There is more to life than climbing trees and talking to animals. There are others like you. There are other with your talents. Step outside your village and into the real world. Come find me.
Name: Evana Givens
Age: 23
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The sound of heels hit the sidewalk splashing rain water. Evana pulled her rain coat tighter around her even though the rain had stopped and it wasn't that cold. Flipping her black hair from her face, she walked up to the door with the numbers 121 written on it. Knocking lightly, she waited patiently until the door opened. A man smiled at her and slowly she undid her coat and opened it revealing that she had nothing on. He smirked.
“Come in,” he said softly and stepped aside.
She flashed a smile before walking in. As soon as she heard the click from the door being lock, she started up the stairs. Behind her were the man’s footsteps. Pushing the door open to a room, she dropped her coat on the floor and crawled on the bed. A smirk played on her lips as the man stripped and joined her.
Nearly an hour later, she was pulling her coat back on.
“Why won’t you stay the night?”
“Because I don’t like you, Heath. I never liked you. You are just a good fuck,” she said with a smirk while she tied the bow on her coat.
He laughed. “And yet you come to my house in the middle of the night for the same thing nearly every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.”
“I have nothing else to do in that time. Keeps me from killing. Keeps my hands busy,” she admitted and started for the door.
Heath sat up, silk sheet piling at his waist. “Marry me, Evana. Even if you don’t like me. Marry me. I’ll give you the world. I’ll buy you anything you want. We can travel the world. I don’t want kids so you have no obligations. Just be my wife and share my bed.”
“I already share your bed. Why would I marry you? I have my own money, my own life. I like things how they are,” she said with narrow eyes.
He sighed. “Until you agree to marry me…don’t come back here. I won’t keep sleeping with you just so I can be a pass time. I love you, Evana.”
“Good for you,” she said and walked out.
It was raining again. It always seemed to rain when she didn’t want it to. She took her time going home, stopping only once to hear some helpless woman scream in agony then shivering at the smell of warm blood filling the air. She walked in her building and climbed the stairs to her apartment. Unlocking the door, she pushed it opened and walked in. She could hear her neighbors going at it, the screams and yells only growing louder as she walked deeper into her house. Going to a wall, she balled her fist and tapped it. That small tap left an indention in the wall.
“Keep it down!” she snapped. The yelling stopped.
Dropping her coat on the ground, she walked to her kitchen then stopped. Turning around she looked at her place. Someone had been there. Someone had come into her home while she was away. How? How did they get in? Looking around, she scanned everything but nothing was out of place, however a single decorative envelope on the bar. She picked it up and broke the wax seal to ready the letter. It was a simple letter but it said a million things in its few simple words.
Want something more? Come find me.
She looked at the address then walked to the window and looked out at the night. “Someone’s watching me…”
Name: Hailey Phillips
Age: 6
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Laughter filled the air as young Hailey ran down the street. Behind her was her nanny, Doc Frier. He smiled as she twirled around in the puddles. It was late, but Hailey loved the night life. It was the only way Doc could get her to sleep.
Hailey turned to Doc. “Tomorrow! Tomorrow let’s go to the park! No to the Zoo! No to both!” she said excitedly.
Doc nodded. How was it that she was so energetic at such a late hour? He had known her since she was an infant and still he didn’t know. And no one know Hailey best other than Doc. He raised her after her parents abandoned her after finding out she was different. How did he end up being a Nanny? Why not a father?
“Nanny Doc! Come twirl with me!”
“I’m afraid I’ll get sick if I do,” Doc said.
She stopped twirling and ran over to him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she hugged him, her head coming only to his stomach. “Oh, Nanny Doc. I love you so very much.”
“And I love-“
He didn’t get the words out before there was a loud bang. Grabbing Hailey, he turned around. A bullet landed in his back as he sheltered Hailey’s body. Her eyes went wide as blood slashed on her face as Doc coughed. In the background she could hear more gun fire. A robbery gone wrong. Hailey looked up at Doc as he slowly went to his knees. He cupped her small face as she shook her head, drowning herself in large tears.
“Nanny Doc! Nanny Doc!” she cried.
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead leaving a bloody lip mark. Reaching in his breast pocket, he pulled out an envelope. “Use your talents, Hailey…make me proud…find…the address…they will take care of you…” he whispered. Slowly he fell forward as Hailey grabbed the letter. She got to her knees and shook his body.
“Nanny Doc! Wake up! Please wake up! Nanny Doc! Nanny Doc!” she screamed.
Another shot was fired and her eyes grew dark. Kissing Doc’s cold, lifeless cheek, she backed into the shadows. Not a sound was heard expect the police and the firing of guns. The robber that had killed Doc ran through the back alleys to escape the police. He knew the way better than them and would lose them in no time. Smirking and hugging the bag of money, he rounded a corner when suddenly a sharp pain hit his shoulder. The money dropped and he couldn’t move his arm. Looking around he scanned for the reason behind it, but before he could another shape pain in his chest then forehead sent him to his knees. He couldn’t move an inch. He started to panic when he heard the echoing sounds of heels hitting the ground.
He started to sweat when it got closer. Out of the shadows, little Hailey walked out with long metal pins were sticking out between her fingers.
“You’re…just a child…” the man said in fear.
She flicked her wrist and a pin flew into his throat, shutting off his words. He couldn’t even yell. “He was a good man. I was going to marry him when I grew up. And now he is dead,” Hailey said darkly.
She flicked her wrist again and a pin flew in his left eye. She could see the pain roll off him in waves. Her hands danced about as pins covered his face and body. After watching the life drain from him, she turned her head towards the end of the alley where the police where finally catching up. She needed to leave but she was yet satisfied. Stepping back into the shadows, she disappeared from site.
Two days later she stood at Doc’s grave as they lowered him. She was an orphan now and the only person that showed at Doc’s funeral. Reaching in her pocket she pulled out the envelope and slowly opened it. It was splashed with blood and now her tears. Inside it was addressed to both Doc and Hailey.
Old friend, I have gathered a team to make a difference. From all the memories we share, I want you beside me when they all come. I hear little Hailey has quite a talent. With your permission I would like to have her as part of the team. Please, meet me at the following address. I promise you will not regret it. And I promise Hailey will be well taken care of.
Hailey looked at the address. Taking one last look at Doc’s coffin she nodded. “I will make you proud,” she said softly and rushed to her limo.
Name: Maverick Files
Age: 25
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Maverick walked down the broken city streets to a back alley. He spent all morning trying to find the perfect gift for the perfect girl. It wasn’t a special occasion. It was just a normal Wednesday. But she was special to him and that was all the reason he needed to buy something special. Even in these hard times, Maverick was smart enough to save his money throughout the years. His family always had money stuck back but not out of hard work. His family was known for stealing and their cold nature. But not Maverick. As the last of his line, he was determined to do good and make up for what his family did.
As he walked down the alley way he looked up as a small light started to blink. Pushing his hair from his face, he walked into a door. The place was filled with cigarette smoke. “Smoking is bad for you,” he said as he walked up to the counter.
“You got the money?” the man coughed while he puffed on his cigarette.
“Yeah,” Maverick smiled and placed a roll of cash on the counter. The man pushed a small box to him and Maverick opened it, revealing a very small gold bracelet. Gold was hard to come by these days but it was worth it for his girl.
Thanking the man, Maverick walked out. He smelled like smoke. He hated that. As he started out of the alley way, someone laughed and dropped from a ledge at his feet. “Whacha got there, pretty boy?”
Maverick sighed. “Please move aside. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Harm me?” He laughed again and pulled out a gun. He pressed it to Maverick’s forehead. “Give me the box.”“No.”
The man looked shocked. Usually a person with a gun to their head would do as they are told. His eyes went hard and her put his finger on the trigger. “Hand it over!”
“No,” Maverick said calmly.
“Stupid fool!” the man yelled and pulled the trigger. His smiled faded as the smoke cleared but Maverick was gone. “What the-“
“You shouldn’t play with guns,” Maverick said and his hands grabbed the man’s wrist from behind. “They are too slow and too dangerous.” He twisted the man’s hand back watching the wrist break and the hand come off from the arm. The gun dropped to the ground. “Your left hand will be enough for you but your trigger hand is useless,” he said as he threw the hand to the ground while the man screamed in pain and clutched the nub.
Maverick picked up the gun and took it apart. As he walked home, he dropped a different part of the gun in each trash can he came by. Finally when he was home he walked in the door. A young maid met him.
“Welcome home,” she said and bowed.
“Thank you.” Maverick started stripping. “Please wash my clothes they smell like smoke.”
“Yes, of course. Your bath is ready. And this came for you, Sir,” she said as her eyes lingered on his naked form while handing him a letter.
“Oh? Thank you. That is all.” She bowed and rushed out as he walked to the living room. Setting down the box, he opened the letter.
To whom it may concern,
It’s not safe to let those you love outside. Want a better world for her? Want a better life for her? It’s in your reach. All you have to do is grab hold of it. Interested? Come find me.
Maverick looked up as he heard the house echo with cries.
Name: Skyla
Age: Unknown, estimated around 16-19
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She was nature in a nutshell. At least that’s what those that caught a glimpse of Skyla thought. At a young age she knew she was special, gifted. She scared people because of it. It didn’t take long for her village to push her out even though she was only a child. Not even her parents stopped it from happening. She was given a small think of seeds, a canteen of water, and a tiny bag of meat then pushed into the woods.
She spent a lot of time crying in those days. It wasn’t until she befriended a deer that she really started to open herself up. Skyla could understand the animals like they were speaking English. Not only that, she could feel the energy in the nature dying. Long before anyone knew, she could tell the world was coming to a close. Trees were dying, less and less children were born every year, elderly people were dying younger than ever, and animals were hard to find. But even without her keen observation, the woods had told her that it was struggling.
Skyla had pushed her gift of a sixth sense to its limits as she grew. Eventually she began knowing things before they were to happen. Though it only came in glimpses and it was very hard to control, she had the power to see pieces of the future. Usually it wasn’t too far ahead. Maybe a day or two, sometimes only a few moments ahead. But it was enough for her. She knew seeing too far into the future was very dangerous.
Because she lived with nature, those who saw her often said she was like a nymph or a Goddess of nature. When the woods were sick, she was pale. When the sun was high, she was blooming. But no one got close enough to ask her who she really was. She often wondered if they just chose to forget the little girl they pushed out into the dark woods all those years ago. However, she held no resentment. She would rather be in the woods than with humans.
On one faithful morning, she sensed a bird heading toward her. Holding out her hand, a little robin landed in her palm. “Little bird, why are you so tired? How you flown a long way just for me?” she sang to it. The bird nuzzled her fingers as she pet it. Around its little leg was a note. Slowly she untied the letter and set the little bird down so she could read what was written.
To whom it my concern,
There are many things in this world we cannot control. Many things we only dream of doing. The world around us is dying and we are powerless to save it…or so we are lead to believe. You have a gift. Do not waste it. The world needs you. You can feel it. Come find me.
Skyla looked at the little robin. She smiled softly. “Little bird, he has finally called for me.”
Name: Boris
Age: 38
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“Boris! Can you give me a hand?”
The older man’s voice was strained as he pushed himself out from beneath the broken machine. He was covered in sweat, dirt, and oil. His face was worn and weathered, but the smile on his lips was sincere enough.
Boris Zangief, a regular monster of a man standing nearly seven feet tall of pure unrestrained muscle, nodded with a laugh. His bearded face only served to show his age against his normal baby face. His hair was shaved close to his scalp to keep him cool while he worked. His muscles bulged beneath his tank top as he walked over to the older man. Placing a single hand beneath the machine, he groaned as his muscles flexed and he lifted the machine up so the old man could work on it. “Is that alright, comrade?”
“Yes, of course! Thank you, Boris.”
“You are welcome my friend.” He smiled, completely oblivious to the physical strain such an action would cause most men.
“So how is Sasha today?”
Boris laughed, waving to a mother and child who walked past. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small candy for the little boy, who thanked him as his mother called him to hurry up. “She is doing well. She and her mother are out gathering flowers and herbs for the doctor.”
“You’re a lucky man, Boris.”
“That I am.”
That night, Boris returned home from work. Setting his gear down on the table, he stretched, smiling as he heard the pitter patter of little feet. He turned just in time for a five year old bundle of energy jumped into his arms.
“Daddy!”
“Sasha!” He hugged her with one hand. If he wanted to he could easily carry her in the palm of his hand. “How was your day?”
“Wonderful! I saw a butterfly!”
“Really, did you?”
The little girl nodded. Boris looked behind her, seeing the love of his life smiling at him. Her raven hair and sparkling brown eyes kept him mesmerized every time. “It was a beautiful butterfly,” she told him. “You know, seeing one is suppose to bring luck.”
“We don’t need luck,” he told them. “We are blessed!” He held out his other hand, his wife walking into him as he hugged both the most precious things in his life.
The next morning he was up early to work in the mines. What little government was left paid good money for the iron ore they collected. Taking his pick axe, he was about to wake up Sasha to tell her goodbye when someone started shouted.
“There’s been a cave in at the mine! Boris, we need you!”
The large man didn’t hesitate. Yelling a goodbye to his wife, he hurried off, knowing that his brute strength would be needed to free the miners. “How did this happen?”“We don’t know! There was an explosion.”
“An explosion?”
The miner nodded as they hurried along the broken path. “There’s talk of it being the Raiders.”
Boris shook his head. “Why would the Raiders do this?”
“I don’t know man,” the other miner said as they reached the mine.
Boris reached out for a large rock, easily shifting it beneath his might as he threw it away. “Hold on comrades! We’re on our way!”
It took nearly ten hours to free the miners. By the time they had finished all the men of the village were there to help. At least they had saved the men who were trapped, and everyone was celebrating.
“Boris! Boris! Boris!” The miners shouted. “The Russian Teddy Bear!”
Boris shook his head, slapping one of the freed miners on the back causing him to go flying through the air. “It was nothing my friends.”
He looked up at the night sky, glad to be going home. As he looked up, he saw a butterfly fluttering in the air. “Good luck,” he whispered. Shaking his head, he found the way back home. The smell of fire shifting in the air. The village was quiet, the women and children awaiting the return of their husbands. “Sasha! Anastasia! I’m back!”
“Daddy!” Sasha ran toward him, carrying a piece of paper.
He grabbed her in his arms, looking at what she brought him. “What is this?”
“This came for you. I drew a butterfly on it to make it pretty!”
Boris laughed. Looking at the paper, he started to read it when he heard a scream. Looking up, he saw Anastasia covered in blood. “My love-”
Before she could say anymore her body fell to the ground. Behind her stood a Raider with a gun. He pointed it at Boris, a bullet slamming into his chest. Though he felt the pressure, he felt no pain. His eyes were wide, the letter falling from the ground as he felt something slump against him. Looking down he saw Sasha, blood pooling from her dress.
“Sasha?” His voice was soft, almost child like as tears formed in his eyes. “Sasha!”
“Damn it,” the Raider muttered. He hit his gun trying to fix the jam.
“Sasha!” Boris looked from his daughter to his wife and then at the man. The Russian’s face contorted into a mask of fury. Holding his daughter in his arm he charged at him. The Raider pointed the gun at him, firing off three rounds. This time Boris felt the pain, but he didn’t stop. His hand grabbed the Raider’s head and squeezed, feeling his bones crack. “You kill my wife? You kill my daughter?”
The Raider’s lifeless body fell to the ground, and before Boris could grieve his loss he heard the scream of other villagers and more gunfire. Looking down at his daughter, he cried as he set her by her mother. “I’ll be back,” he promised, his voice hoarse as he hurried outside. The Raiders were attacking and slaughtering everyone.
Boris grabbed his pick axe, he wanted those who hurt his friends and family to pay. Opening the door, he sunk his axe into the closet Raider’s back. Tossing the man’s body into the air, he reached out and punched the next one, feeling his bones break beneath his awesome power. He was a walking tank of fury and sorrow. Though he struck down Raider after Raider, not paying mind to the bullets which pierced his flesh, tears continued to stream from his eyes.
It was dawn by the end of it all. Some time during the night they had tried to set fire to the village. Boris’s house sat in flames where his wife and daughter use to be. He was on his knees, the villagers surrounding him to mourn their collective losses. As the flames began to die, Boris looked up, noticing the butterfly…only this time it was falling. Holding up his hand, he caught the butterfly, only it wasn’t a butterfly, it was the piece of paper his daughter had. His fingers traced the outline of the picture she drew, her blood spattering the page.
It was only then that he looked at the words.
To whom this may concern,
have reason to believe that you want to make a difference in the world. To save those who cannot save themselves. To make certain that innocent lives are no longer lost in the trials of the wasteland. I believe you to be a protector. One that is willing to fight to make this world safe for our children to live in. If you are indeed a person of valor, honor, and strength; and if you want to change the world….please find me.
Boris’s hands crumpled the piece of paper. Staring at his burning house, he stood and yanked his pick axe out of the body of the dead Raider.
“Boris?”
“I have to go,” he whispered as he started walkign.
Name: Sven
Age: 25
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The villagers gathered about, watching as the man in the white coat and fedora set up the last of his equipment. The man paused, taking a long draw from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he smirked at the regulars. He noticed a few new faces, travelers probably trying to make a home in Paradise. The well guarded fortress was one of the few places where people actually lived in relative luxury. There were requirements for living there. His only requirement was keeping them safe. He did that quite well.
“So the Raiders are coming?” One person, asked, curious why no one was getting guns.
“Yep!” An older man exclaimed excitedly.
“Then why are we standing here as if it’s a celebration? We should be running, hiding, and arming ourselves!”
The older man laughed and shook his head. “No worries. We paid for Sven to be here.”
The man looked at the white fedora. “That’s Sven?”
“Yep! Best there is. Anytime the Raiders come we pay him for protection. Haven’t lost a single life yet to the Raiders. Watching the fireworks is the closest thing to a celebration we have around here.”
The new guy watched as Sven took a remote control. Scanning the crowd he stopped as he saw a little kid. “Come here little guy.”
The boy looked around before motioning to himself. Sven just smirked and nodded. When the boy came to him, Sven handed him the remote which was full of colorful buttons. “Just press those whenever you want. Whatever order it doesn’t matter.”
He then proceeded to grab a chair and his laptop. Flipping it open, he pressed a few keys and a holographic image of the outside was projected for everyone to see. After someone passed him a bottle of vodka, he sat back, tipped his hat over his eyes and proceeded to enjoy himself.
“What the hell is this? He’s just relaxing!”
“Settle down. You’ll see,” the old man assured him.
A few minutes later dust clouds appeared on the horizon of the holographic image. Several Raider’s vehicles were on the move. All eyes were on the screen and the little boy. When the Raider’s drew closer, the boy pressed his first button. The sand beneath the Raider’s began to give way as spikes rose from the ground. One by one the vehicles fell, until eventually they learned the patterns and started swerving around them. The next button revealed land mines. The third had chain guns mounted on the walls which locked onto the targets and fired at will. The final button was rockets, which decimated the last vehicles.
After each button was pressed the crowd cheered in applause. Sven looked up as the final button was pressed. Yawning, he set down the empty bottle of vodka and stretched. “Well then, I guess that does it.”
“Thank you! Thank you!”
Sven nodded, bowing at the applause. He reached out to take the briefcase of case, stroking it lovingly. “See ya around,” he winked.
This went on for a few years. Each time, the man got more suspicious. There were variations to Sven’s methods, but something didn’t seem right. On the image he could swear he saw the same bandits every time. One day after the event, he went out to check for the bodies, but there was none. Apparently Sven had people to clean up…right. Shifting through the ground he found one of the chain gun bullets. He frowned when he realized it was nothing more than rubber.
Sven was a fake. Setting up everything so that he could money. How surprising….
The next time the ‘Raiders’ attacked, the man kept to the back, watching and waiting. Just as he predicted, the scenario played out just like before. The villagers cheered and applauded at the end of it all. They were all fools, blind to how he was deceiving them. With a nod, four men with guns charged the group.
“Kill him!”
The crowd screamed as the men fired into the air. One of them grabbed a boy and held their gun to his head. “The boy dies or you die Sven!”
“How about neither?” Sven’s hands moved quickly, sliding into his coat he pulled out two silver pistols. Bullets flew from his gun in a single twitch. The two men around the boy fell to the ground dead. Jumping onto his desk, he flipped over, a blade sliding out of the back of his boot as he brought his heel down onto the skull of the third guy. His gun thrust into the mouth of the fourth as he fire. A groan escaped his lips as he tried to work his boot blade out of the skull of the third guy.
“Man this is annoying.”
The guy disappeared into the crowd, unable to believe what he had just saw. Sven was a fake! So how was he able to do that? That night, the man woke in a cold sweat. Something was pressed hard against his skull, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw the faint glint of a cigarette. Sven was sitting on his bed, his gun pressed to the man’s skull.
“You put a lot of innocent people in jeopardy with that little stunt,” he said as he blew smoke out.
“No more than you do with yours!”
Sven smirked, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against his head. “You know nothing. Do I profit from this? Yes, of course I do, but it’s a mutual benefit. The city gets to enjoy the show and have some fun with their lives. Not to mention that my yearly shows makes the real bandits think twice about attacking. If they do, I keep them back.” He winked at the guy while laughing. “In the process I get rich and they keep living. It’s a rather good deal.”
Standing, Sven dropped his cigarette and stomped it out. “What’s your name?”
“Mikael.”
Sven nodded, holstering his gun. “Don’t put any innocent people in danger. It hurts my sales.” Mikael just nodded as Sven left. Fixing his hat, he looked down as something beeped. Checking his com data, he noticed he had a new mail. That was surprising because he didn’t even know that he could get messages on this thing. Apparently whoever sent it had gone through a lot of trouble to find him.
whom this may concern,
I have reason to believe that you might be the person I am searching for. This is an offer to those who seek fame and glory. To be immortalized; and to find wealth and fortune like few have dared to dream of. If you do indeed wish to make a difference; and find the proverbial ‘City of Gold’ come find me.
Sven smirked and shook his head. “Sounds interesting.”
Name: Mavin
Age: 22
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The country side was peaceful. Of course ‘country’ and ‘peaceful’ were both relative terms. To him, the country side was nothing more than the barren outcropping of dessert where a few families had gathered to live. It wasn’t big enough to be called a city, yet it wasn’t small enough to be considered a tribe. Therefore they lived in what he considered the country.
Peaceful was another relative term. Raiders had been through there twice this month, but like every time before they just take some food and drink and leave. As long as the villagers were complacent and let them do as they please, they avoided death. Was this a great life? No. Not by far. However, it ensured that one lived and to some degree even prospered, so it was a life.
He listened as the wind raced through the valley. If there was any sort of vegetation it would sway with the gentle caress of the wind. Instead all that blew around him was dust and the faint smell of decay. He flexed his hand outwards to shield his sensitive eyes from the sun. Halfway through that simple motion he paused to stare at his black nails. It wasn’t a cosmetic choice that his nails were black, nor was it for any religious purpose. As far as he knew his nails had always been black.
Of course, that wasn’t saying much considering his memories only went back a few months or so. He remembered living with an older couple before coming here. He remembered pain. Then there was nothing. His life is here, and probably always will be. It was a depressing thought to him. He long watched the birds flying and wished that he could be as free as them. He wished to simply know who he was, but in the dead of night as nightmares plagued his dreams causing him to wake up in a chilling sweat, he often found himself questioning whether or not he truly wished to know his past.
With a soft whistle, he felt the rush of wings go past him before talons wrapped around his extended finger. His falcon nuzzled him and preened his hair with love. He was special. He knew that, much like others know their birthday or the color of their eyes. He knew that he was different. It was what made some people fear him and others try to worship him. Perhaps that was why he lived here. As long as he kept to himself no one seemed to mind. It was a good life. A safe life. That was what he needed.
The sounds of shouting arose from the village beneath him. He watched with the eyes of a hawk, and listened closely to the sound of the raiders barking orders. This was his life….
He watched as his falcon tilted its head to the side. Looking up, he saw a glint in the rocks above him. Whistling the bird, it took off toward the object. Its talons wrapped around it and it dropped it toward him. Extending his hand outward, he concentrated and the objects changed its flight pattern ever so gently until it landed softly in his hand. He was very different.
The object was a small metal container. It had what appeared to be a biometric lock on it. What on earth was it doing out here? He examined it closely, his finger sliding onto the device which immediately began to glow. He nearly lost his footing and fell when the object popped open, and a note fell out.
The piece of paper rose to his hand as he read the fine print.
To whom it may concern,
The past is precious. They say that history repeats itself. If that is true, then knowing ones past can allow one to predict the future. It is my belief that you are in desperate need of answers. Answers to questions that you may not even know you want to ask. If you feel as if you are ready to spread your wings and rise to your destiny come find me. I know you, but do you know yourself?
Name: Sarah
Age: 23
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She ran her hands over the barrel of her gun. She knew every inch of it. She cleaned it daily and could put it back together with her eyes closed. A good gun was the difference between life and death out here. As her hand slipped back to the trigger, she felt her heart beat increase. This was how it always was right before. The anticipation. The joy. The adrenaline. She held her breath, her finger tightening on the trigger. It was only a spilt second, but that was all she needed. There was barely a sound as the bullet erupted from the chamber. Her target didn’t know what hit him, and most likely didn’t care. Few people really complain when they have a bullet lodged in their brain.
Pulling back from her sniping position, she reached for the bottle of vodka she had been sipping on before the Raiders had decided to unceremoniously interrupt her dinner. No one messed with the Devil Lady. She smirked at that title and downed another glass of the burning liquid. Her small room was decorated with pictures and awards, accommodations from her time in the military. Of course that seemed like a lifetime ago back before the military was wiped out and broken off into fractions. There was no military, just different groups vying for power over the dwindling resources, and she would have no part in it.
“Sarah! Watch where you’re shooting!”
She smirked as she heard his voice. “Quit being such a girl,” she said with a slight slur. “I missed you didn’t I?”
“No! Actually, you didn’t. Wait…are you drinking!? You shot at me while intoxicated!?” She looked up at him. He was perfect. A little bit skiddish and a bit of a wuss, but she didn’t mind protecting him. He was good to her and loved her, that was all that mattered.
“Sit down and have a glass with me,” she offered.
He just groaned and shook his head, tossing down the weapons and armor he’d looted from the dead Raiders. “This ought to buy us some good supplies the next time we got to Paradise.”
She just nodded. The Raiders were dead, but she could feel something. They were being watched. A pistol came out from nowhere as she pushed him aside and fired at the door. A man groaned on the other side, and the door was quickly pushed in. Two guards flanked her with guns and shields while a general stood before her.
“Sarah,” he said with a smirk. “Good to see the alcohol poisoning hasn’t dulled your senses.”
She glared daggers into him while moving her lover behind her. “Shepherd,” she said venomously. “What’s a snake like you doing here?”
“Coming to collect the golden egg. I have a project and I need your help. I need my little Devil.”
In one quick movement she had the gun pressed against his crotch, her eyes burning into his. “I’ve told you before, stay the fuck out of my life. I’m happy now. I’m not your little dog anymore.”
“I thought you might say that,” he smirked and nodded.
Sarah’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake. The alcohol made her thoughts slower. She had Shepherd but she wasn’t their target. David was. Turning back, she watched as the two guards opened fire. David didn’t stand a chance as the bullets ripped through him. Her scream was barely heard above the gunfire. With a flick of her wrist she sent a bullet into the heads of each guard before throwing Shepherd against the wall and firing two rounds into his crotch. “You bastard!” Tears stung her eyes. “I’ll kill you!”
“You do that,” he smirked. “And after you’ve done that come and find me. We have a great deal to discuss.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the sparks flying from his crotch. He was a bio android. Another growl, almost feral in intensity and rage erupted from her throat as she emptied her clip into his head.
There was a soft whirring from inside the machine as a data disc was pushed out of it. Taking the disc she started to throw it away, but looking back at David’s bleeding body she knew that she couldn’t. David deserved better. He deserved justice.
Pushing the disc into her laptop, she pulled up the information.
To whom it may concern,
I will not try to sway you with words of poetry. I believe you to be a person of action. One whose blood calls for another. If that is the case, if you want to seek out one who hides in the shadows, then come to me. Together we can bring justice to this wasteland. Together we can right wrongs. Together, we can make those who destroy the lives of innocents to gain what they want, pay for their crimes. If you are one who seeks vengeance,come and find me.