Hell Beneath Clear Skies

A fallen world. Corrupt men staying in power. Never-ending wars. Circulating wealth and power amongst the uneven masses. Society has never been so blind. For some, paradise has been found. For most, Hell has been unleashed.
For two of the world's finest, Paradise is meeting again after annihilating Hell to rubble.


3. A Walk in America

     The air seemed cleaned in the American air, but the streets surely weren't. Roderick Martinez, a citizen of City Block ¨Aztlan¨ , was aware of the nation's situation. He was a member of the Enlightened Solutions, a secret organization created to expose the reality of life in the new America. So far, the security measures on the Internet have prohibited such flow of information. This time would be different. All he has to do is reach his apartment complex.

     Apartment complex 4 was on the other side of town; he'd been shopping for the latest hacking software. The route he usually took to the technological black market was littered with broken people: drunk failures, gritty thugs, the occassional prostitute. There were always shifty eyes examining you, evaluating your worth. One had to look boring to avoid a good mugging. He wore a red snapback, a badly designed shirt, and denim shorts. Yup, he looked REAL suspicious. Denying offers to buy the latest crack, and stepping away from a back-alley execution, Roderick reached his grimy apartment. Luckily, he rented the first apartment, so he was able to enact his plan with haste.

     The government's software utilized key-trackers; any mention on the American goverment resulted in ¨unexplained disappearances¨. However, his software was going to cancel out the government's software, making his blogs finally known to the world, Hopefully, somebody out there would read his words, and act. What act he was hoping for was anybody's guess. As he sat in his darkened bedroom, awaiting a response, a barrage of footsteps pounded outside his door. He turned his chair around, and smiled. His crew arrived. The door slammed open, but his smile twisted in fear.

     All five members of his group fell into the room, their necks torn apart. A police officer stepped into the room, a sneer spread upon his face and blood on his visor. As a machete was unsheathed from the officer's vest, Roderick pieced together the possible situation.

     The government may have been onto his group since the beginning. They knew of his favorite location to purchase illegal software. They had someone on the inside, someone who would sell him a tracker disguised as high-tech hacking software. And seeing his group coming to visit, they took their chance. It was in his dying moments that he only realised.

    In this new world, the eagle was strangled by the snake every day. And frankly, everybody was full of shit to even care.

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