TalonStrike
07-11-2009, 04:27 PM
This storyline was created by one of my friends. He asked me to put it into writing, and so I did. Please revew!
Prologue
The Awakening
“John, did you hear on the radio? That new Nazi party is led by an unfunded artist!”
“Yeah, and he's a total hypocrite, he hates Jews, but by his standards, he is one!”
“Well, how about his plan to...”
“John?”
“Are you there?”
“John?”
Upon waking up, John saw his friends fanning him with whatever they could find. He was in a barracks, and by the looks of the curtains, the hospital wing. John looked down at his bandaged leg and saw a red pool forming on the inside of his right thigh.
“Hey! Hey, I'm bleeding! I'm bl-,” He spat out, before he realized that his mouth was full of blood as well. A nurse came over and shrieked.
This is not a good sign. He thought to himself.
“John, can you hear me?”
“John, you're not going to die!” John recognized this voice, it was the voice of his mother. He tried to smile at her, but ended up falling back on his pillow. As his vision whited out, he heard a faint piercing frequency.
Suddenly, he woke up, feeling incredibly distressed, and quite sweaty. He looked down at his legs, and realized that they were under the sheets at his own home. John, being no fool, realized that it was simply a bad dream. Unfortunately for him, it was already five o'clock. Because he always got up at six, he decided that a lost hour of sleep could not be too bad for him.
He stepped lazily down the stairs of his house and grabbed his usual breakfast of two eggs. Chopping up some strawberries, he decided to turn on the kitchen radio and listen to the early morning news. While eating his meal, he learned that the new Nazi party was becoming very popular in Germany. It had a promising young aristocrat known as Adolf Hitler. John, although he was not in the Nazi party, thought that it was good that Germany was on the brink of recovering from World War I. After he finished his meal, John decided that a stroll outside would be nice, and that he could pick up the paper for his father.
Presently, he walked down his driveway, picked up the morning paper, and tossed it to his doorstep. His mother's window opened and John heard her say, “Thank you, sweetie, but don't you be going off into the hills again this morning. Don't think that I have forgotten that this is a special day!”
“I'm quite surprised by that, mother, but I'll only be gone a few minutes. I just want to stretch my legs.”
No, you want to get picked up by those guys. He heard a heavy voice inside of his head.
That's odd, I don't usually hear my own voice inside of my head, and I'm positive that I don't sound like that, in or out of my head. John thought to himself.
He walked off at a medium pace, admiring the flowers around him, when he heard the sound of a motor. John whirled around and saw a military car plodding down the road. The driver saw him and waved. John, deciding to be polite, waved back. The car pulled up beside him and the driver got out.
“Good day sir, I am taking a survey, and I was wondering, how old are you as of today?” The driver said.
John remembered that today was his eighteenth birthday, and said that it was, but it sounded in his head like two voices were saying it at the same time.
Prologue
The Awakening
“John, did you hear on the radio? That new Nazi party is led by an unfunded artist!”
“Yeah, and he's a total hypocrite, he hates Jews, but by his standards, he is one!”
“Well, how about his plan to...”
“John?”
“Are you there?”
“John?”
Upon waking up, John saw his friends fanning him with whatever they could find. He was in a barracks, and by the looks of the curtains, the hospital wing. John looked down at his bandaged leg and saw a red pool forming on the inside of his right thigh.
“Hey! Hey, I'm bleeding! I'm bl-,” He spat out, before he realized that his mouth was full of blood as well. A nurse came over and shrieked.
This is not a good sign. He thought to himself.
“John, can you hear me?”
“John, you're not going to die!” John recognized this voice, it was the voice of his mother. He tried to smile at her, but ended up falling back on his pillow. As his vision whited out, he heard a faint piercing frequency.
Suddenly, he woke up, feeling incredibly distressed, and quite sweaty. He looked down at his legs, and realized that they were under the sheets at his own home. John, being no fool, realized that it was simply a bad dream. Unfortunately for him, it was already five o'clock. Because he always got up at six, he decided that a lost hour of sleep could not be too bad for him.
He stepped lazily down the stairs of his house and grabbed his usual breakfast of two eggs. Chopping up some strawberries, he decided to turn on the kitchen radio and listen to the early morning news. While eating his meal, he learned that the new Nazi party was becoming very popular in Germany. It had a promising young aristocrat known as Adolf Hitler. John, although he was not in the Nazi party, thought that it was good that Germany was on the brink of recovering from World War I. After he finished his meal, John decided that a stroll outside would be nice, and that he could pick up the paper for his father.
Presently, he walked down his driveway, picked up the morning paper, and tossed it to his doorstep. His mother's window opened and John heard her say, “Thank you, sweetie, but don't you be going off into the hills again this morning. Don't think that I have forgotten that this is a special day!”
“I'm quite surprised by that, mother, but I'll only be gone a few minutes. I just want to stretch my legs.”
No, you want to get picked up by those guys. He heard a heavy voice inside of his head.
That's odd, I don't usually hear my own voice inside of my head, and I'm positive that I don't sound like that, in or out of my head. John thought to himself.
He walked off at a medium pace, admiring the flowers around him, when he heard the sound of a motor. John whirled around and saw a military car plodding down the road. The driver saw him and waved. John, deciding to be polite, waved back. The car pulled up beside him and the driver got out.
“Good day sir, I am taking a survey, and I was wondering, how old are you as of today?” The driver said.
John remembered that today was his eighteenth birthday, and said that it was, but it sounded in his head like two voices were saying it at the same time.