So, this is just something that I started writing and couldn't stop. xD I'm a little shy about posting stories and that, since I'm often worried that they'll turn out crap. Thanks to Amanda and Vikki for proof-reading and encouraging me, with extra-special thanks to Vikki for helping me with some of the names!
So, anyway, here's the prologue and chapter 1 >_>
However, pockets of resistance remained, this is the story of the White Lions, a group dedicated to restoring peace and democracy to a desperate world.
The official policy of The Company was that people like Amanda didn’t exist, and if they DID exist; the company had ways to make sure that they wouldn’t exist for long. These people were seen as a “genetic mistake” with The Company denouncing them as “defects running amok” in their “perfect society” in reality, The Company saw them as threats, as beacons of hope that would brighten up the spirits of the very people they wanted to remain oppressed. If anyone was suspected of being a genetic mistake, the Police had the power to arrest the person immediately and have them taken to a laboratory to be tested. Most of those who went to such a place never came out. Those that did were warned to never speak about their experience, under threats of torture and death. The Company even established a special contingent of their armed forces; one dedicated to the eradication of these defects, known as the “Gene-Purifiers.” Their methods were brutal and clumsy, often not caring who they killed; they quickly became the most feared group in the army, nicknamed The Deathbringers by the people. Every week they would scour a random village, hoping to find genetic mistakes, and to inspire fear into the hearts and minds of all, as no one knew when they would arrive, or who they would take away. On one particularly cold November evening, they raided the village of Canone, and this is where they found Amanda.
Amanda and her parents were sitting around the fire, trying to gather as much warmth as they could on this cold dark night. They were all clothed in tattered green rags, which provided little warmth or comfort. Amanda sat quietly in front of the fire, lost in thought, absentmindedly fiddling with her long brown hair that was cascading down her back, barely noticing her parents who were sitting quietly in the background, enjoying the warmth of the fire. The silence was broken, when loud, persistent thumping noises came from the door.
“Open up! Or we’ll break the door down!” a rough authoritative voice barked loudly.
Amanda’s parents quickly sprang from their seats, with her father tentatively walking towards the simple wooden door, and opening it slowly;
“Yes? What do yo-“
Before he could finish his sentence, a large burly man in a sophisticated uniform pushed him out of the way and marched into the house, followed by about ten foot soldiers
“Out of the way, you old fool, we’ve come for the girl!” he declared pointing at Amanda.
Amanda’s mother instantly stood in front of Amanda, acting like a human shield, and bravely spat at the man
“You can’t take her. Leave! Now!”
The man merely smirked and signalled towards a soldier behind him, who nodded and raised his gun towards Amanda’s mother. Ignoring the now quivering woman, the man, who was clearly in charge, turned his head to face the distressed girl sitting on the floor
“Amanda Grace, I am Colonel William Hunter, and you are a Genetic Mistake, you have been found guilty and have been sentenced to death. You are to be taken from this place, and shot to death. If you attempt to resist us, we will eliminate your parents” he then stared her straight in the eyes “Do I make myself clear?”
Amanda stared at the man, her eyes welling up with tears, but, just as she was about to open her mouth to submit to Williams will, her father suddenly roared and tackled him to the floor, punching him in the face and reaching for his gun. William was momentarily overpowered,
“Shoot him! Shoot him now!” he barked at his men
Amanda felt as though time had slowed down, as she saw all the soldiers point their guns at her father, feeling desperate and angry, a sudden rush of power swept through Amanda
“NO!” she screamed, pushing her arms out towards the soldiers. The soldiers’ guns began to warp, bending into impossible shapes, and as Amanda began to sob uncontrollably everything metal in the house began to fly at the men who had attacked their home, knocking them unconscious. Amanda stopped crying almost immediately, gazing at the scene in shock;
“Did I…did I do THIS?” she cried, looking at the unconscious bodies and too her parents in despair.
Sirens were sounding in the distance, causing Amanda to snap out of her shock
“Mother…. Father…what do I do?” she pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears once more. Her mother took one last, silent look at her daughter and then whispered
“Run, Amanda, run.”
Amanda looked at her father for verification, and he merely lowered his head
“They’ll be looking for you here Amanda, it’s not safe anymore…you have to leave”
Amanda nodded slowly, her whole world spinning around. She took one last look at her mother and father, and ran out of the house, and into the snowy night, not knowing when, or if, she would ever return.
So, anyway, here's the prologue and chapter 1 >_>
No Questions Asked
Prologue
Everywhere they looked, people are dying. The world is in ruins, ruled by a corrupt government with an uncaring, inhumane dictator at its helm. Twelve years ago, a powerful weapons research centre, known only as “The Company” had declared war, and by using advanced technology far beyond anything anyone had seen before, the company exerted its dominion over the world, as country after country was forced into surrender without terms. By setting up a series of puppet governments, The Company was able to swiftly and decisively impose its will onto the people of Earth. Within two years, the world had been transformed, into a barren and desolate planet, with its inhabitants being slaves to an all-powerful and evil technological empire. Major cities and those who lived there were quickly destroyed both as a sign of The Companies technological supremacy and as a means of forcing the rest of the people to live in small villages. This was to create a system that would be easy for the government to control, and so any possible rebellion could be crushed before it gathered enough support to be a threat.
However, pockets of resistance remained, this is the story of the White Lions, a group dedicated to restoring peace and democracy to a desperate world.
Chapter One. Amanda.
The official policy of The Company was that people like Amanda didn’t exist, and if they DID exist; the company had ways to make sure that they wouldn’t exist for long. These people were seen as a “genetic mistake” with The Company denouncing them as “defects running amok” in their “perfect society” in reality, The Company saw them as threats, as beacons of hope that would brighten up the spirits of the very people they wanted to remain oppressed. If anyone was suspected of being a genetic mistake, the Police had the power to arrest the person immediately and have them taken to a laboratory to be tested. Most of those who went to such a place never came out. Those that did were warned to never speak about their experience, under threats of torture and death. The Company even established a special contingent of their armed forces; one dedicated to the eradication of these defects, known as the “Gene-Purifiers.” Their methods were brutal and clumsy, often not caring who they killed; they quickly became the most feared group in the army, nicknamed The Deathbringers by the people. Every week they would scour a random village, hoping to find genetic mistakes, and to inspire fear into the hearts and minds of all, as no one knew when they would arrive, or who they would take away. On one particularly cold November evening, they raided the village of Canone, and this is where they found Amanda.
Amanda and her parents were sitting around the fire, trying to gather as much warmth as they could on this cold dark night. They were all clothed in tattered green rags, which provided little warmth or comfort. Amanda sat quietly in front of the fire, lost in thought, absentmindedly fiddling with her long brown hair that was cascading down her back, barely noticing her parents who were sitting quietly in the background, enjoying the warmth of the fire. The silence was broken, when loud, persistent thumping noises came from the door.
“Open up! Or we’ll break the door down!” a rough authoritative voice barked loudly.
Amanda’s parents quickly sprang from their seats, with her father tentatively walking towards the simple wooden door, and opening it slowly;
“Yes? What do yo-“
Before he could finish his sentence, a large burly man in a sophisticated uniform pushed him out of the way and marched into the house, followed by about ten foot soldiers
“Out of the way, you old fool, we’ve come for the girl!” he declared pointing at Amanda.
Amanda’s mother instantly stood in front of Amanda, acting like a human shield, and bravely spat at the man
“You can’t take her. Leave! Now!”
The man merely smirked and signalled towards a soldier behind him, who nodded and raised his gun towards Amanda’s mother. Ignoring the now quivering woman, the man, who was clearly in charge, turned his head to face the distressed girl sitting on the floor
“Amanda Grace, I am Colonel William Hunter, and you are a Genetic Mistake, you have been found guilty and have been sentenced to death. You are to be taken from this place, and shot to death. If you attempt to resist us, we will eliminate your parents” he then stared her straight in the eyes “Do I make myself clear?”
Amanda stared at the man, her eyes welling up with tears, but, just as she was about to open her mouth to submit to Williams will, her father suddenly roared and tackled him to the floor, punching him in the face and reaching for his gun. William was momentarily overpowered,
“Shoot him! Shoot him now!” he barked at his men
Amanda felt as though time had slowed down, as she saw all the soldiers point their guns at her father, feeling desperate and angry, a sudden rush of power swept through Amanda
“NO!” she screamed, pushing her arms out towards the soldiers. The soldiers’ guns began to warp, bending into impossible shapes, and as Amanda began to sob uncontrollably everything metal in the house began to fly at the men who had attacked their home, knocking them unconscious. Amanda stopped crying almost immediately, gazing at the scene in shock;
“Did I…did I do THIS?” she cried, looking at the unconscious bodies and too her parents in despair.
Sirens were sounding in the distance, causing Amanda to snap out of her shock
“Mother…. Father…what do I do?” she pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears once more. Her mother took one last, silent look at her daughter and then whispered
“Run, Amanda, run.”
Amanda looked at her father for verification, and he merely lowered his head
“They’ll be looking for you here Amanda, it’s not safe anymore…you have to leave”
Amanda nodded slowly, her whole world spinning around. She took one last look at her mother and father, and ran out of the house, and into the snowy night, not knowing when, or if, she would ever return.
Once again, thank you Vikki for proof-reading this chapter! I tried to write it so it kept skipping from Vikki's perspective and back to Amanda's, until the two of them meet up.
I wonder who tried to make Damon's face get intimate with an icicle? 