--- PLOT May 29, 2015 22:04:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 22:04:02 GMT -5
It all started about two years ago when we started developing special abilities—all of us struggling to gain control over them. And not soon after, something called the Initiative began to collect us and keep us on Fawkes Island, off the coast of Florida. Some of us were dragged there, some went willingly, and some managed to avoid them altogether. Well, we managed to escape the island about a year after and most of us began to resume our lives afterwards. Some of us; however, continued to struggle against the Initiative, some of us with partially or completely infiltrated governments. Whatever the Initiative has planned, they seem to be starting at the roots of power, targeting the infrastructure of the governments of nations all around the globe.
Alfred in particular began to act very strangely, at least that’s something I noticed when I offered to keep a close eye on him, but everyone else began to take notice as well. Something like this has happened before, but this alter-ego, or whatever it can be called, likes to call himself Alex. He’s been visiting nations all around, sometimes running into the personifications themselves, as he took out suspected Initiative members. It was all we could do to keep him in check.
I should have seen it coming. I was the one who put a bullet through his head when he killed one of my officials. I shouldn’t have been surprised, then, that I ended up restrained in his basement. Alfred—or Alex, I should say—was in complete control and getting ready to launch nukes. At which ones, I wasn’t sure, but one can probably guess. It was like living in a nightmare, watching someone take pleasure out of destroying countless lives, dropping death without a second thought.
I managed to loosen from my ties, with the skin torn from my wrists, in time to intervene on the last nuke that he’d launched, only to see it miss its intended target entirely and land someplace else. The consequences were impending, I knew that Alfred was likely going to get hit back, and the nightmare continued as I could only watch and do nothing to keep it from happening.
How the hell are we going to make it through this? How will the world make it through this?
- Neria Levine, Israel