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Prologue – A Ruined Future

A city is in shambles after a massive fight. The city is covered with blood and only two atop a
building remain after a long and agonizing battle. Both are wearing long, black, hooded cloaks and a
unique mask to protect their identities. The only difference between the two is a badge on the upper left
side of their chest. One has a sword, while another has a shield. As the two stare at each other with a
cold glare across a gory, barren city, both begin to think what had brought them to that point and time.
As the man with the shield badge yells something to the other, the other man cannot hear him, as the
only thing he hears is the thumping of his heart. The man with the sword badge suddenly feels a sudden
rush of nostalgia in his soul. The feeling soon passes and both rush at each other with all their might for
one final attack with their blades.
As the man with the sword badge goes for a downward strike of the stomach, the other goes for
a clear shot of the other’s face. A few moments later, one of the two has impaled the other. The man
with the sword badge has gotten his blade all the way through the other’s body. While the man with the
shield badge had missed and was only able to shatter the other’s mask off, only to reveal a tortured
man’s face. The man with the shield badge falls and soon dies from severe bleeding. Only the man with
the sword badge is left and he begins to take off the other’s mask. This man is now dead and yet he has
a smile across his face. At this point, the man with the sword badge begins to scream in agony at a
sudden realization.
This man now stands tall on a ledge, looking over a blood-covered city in anguish. He tears off
his own badge and replaces it with the other’s shield badge. He begins to think to himself, “What have I
done to deserve this fate?” It was only seven years ago that he had an average high school life to deal
with. But now, he has only hatred towards everything in the world… the world that took away the most
precious things to him. He never asked for what he was doing to go this far, and yet… he now looks over
the destruction that has come over from the acts that took place within the last few years of his life,
with a torn heart. No one could have bared the pain that he had felt. Everything seemed so perfect at
first, but then it all took a turn for the worst and his world was flipped upside-down.
He had committed to the decisions that he had chosen for himself, and now he must suffer
through the consequences of those choices. He only wants revenge for what has happened, even if he
has to go through Hell to do so. But even if walking through Hell is his fate, he would gladly do so and
punch the face of Satan himself to achieve his goal. He had truly lost the battle for himself and for the
things he cared so dearly for. He now realized what he had to do to get retribution for what had
occurred.
Walking away from the rooftop, he realizes that everything that had happened, occurred
because of him, and he begins to blame himself for everything. He walks along in silence until he gets to
the blood and corpse-ridden battlefield. He begins to sing to himself, so for a moment, he can forget
everything. An old song that he used to sing with old friends through the good times, but as well as the
bad… A song suited for just the occasion:
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“From where in the world do you hail…
Nevermind that, it’s only a tale.
For now it is that we have met,
There is no longer a need to fret.
All for one and one for all,
We stand together as well as fall.
No matter what the fates may bring
I’ll be over as soon as you ring.
You and I shall overcome,
Anything that’s real or dumb.
As long as we’re always together,
Nothing will ever break our tether.
Even when death makes us apart,
Don’t get sad, I’ll be in your heart.
For you & I will always be friends,
And we’ll be together till the end.”
As he finishes his song, his eyes begin to water, which soon turn into tears that do not cease to
stop flowing. He now realizes that he did not accomplish anything in the last seven years. The world was
corrupt and now he had his mind set on destroying the power that controlled that world. For it was they
who had one that day, and they who had made him make the choices he made, and it was they who
would pay with their lives for it.
They were the only victors after this incident, the Panel Of the World Radicals, or the POW-R as
it was well-known. None of the members of the POW-R were ever known publically. Each member
would have their own patsy to take their place at public debates and other media-filled events. Only one
man knew their true identities, their true intents… and that was me, Bartholomew D. Baxter. My life was
ruined by the POW-R and its followers. I never intended for any of this to happen the way it did. None of
this was according to the plan that was set-up. Now as I walk away from this corpse-ridden battlefield, I
remember it all… from the very beginning of it… seven years ago… when I was only 16….

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