Michael is a tall man, he is built well. His brown eyes are not dull, like most, they are alive and full of energy. He wears nice clothes, and keeps his short brown hair nice and clean. He is the face of the rebels, the man that makes LIGHT cringe. Though there is more to Michael then most know.
"Is this him?" Michael asks as he takes one step forward, becoming only a foot away from Jay, looking right at Jay. David nods as Ryan and Jay stand there. "It seems....." Jay says, trying to think of what to say, he keeps his voice calm and collected. Michael smiles at Jay right before he holds out his hand to him. Jay takes it, allowing Michael to hoist him back up as Ryan speaks.
"I see a War is now in the equation. We can't put all our trust into the people, LIGHT is now making sure no one can get out to vote. Caesar will just get another term in power and we shall sit here in this god forsaken camp waiting for our impending doom." Ryan began to predict as Michael lets go of Jay's hand. Jay began to rub his temples as he looked at Ryan.
It seems as if this was the end for them.
"Ryan, Jay, David. Do not worry. How about you all get ready for the speech later today. I would like to have my campaigning party there." Michael begins as he looks around the room. Suddenly there is a chuckle. They all turn around to the rider who has just awoken. Everyone, except Michael, looks at him in disgust. Though none of them want him here.
"You all will loose this war. LIGHT shall prevail, they always have, they always will." The rider laughs as blood rolls down his face form a cut on his forehead. Ryan and Jay looked to each other, they both thought this was true. They believe it strongly.
Though David glares at the rider, he believes in Michael and in his cause. Michael just stood there for a second with a straight face, then a smile slowly appears.
"That may be true 'Dove', but you won't be around to celebrate their victory." Michael mutters as he turned from the rider to everyone else. "Leave now, go get ready. We shall leave for the speech soon." Michael says, remaining calm. Everyone looks at the rider then to Michael. They don't want to leave Michael alone, yet they don't want to stay.
Though they all stand there not moving. "Go!" Michael yells as he moves his head quickly in their direction. With that everyone turns around and runs out the door. As the last person leaves Michael looks back to the rider, he has a slight smile on his face. The rider just laughs as he looks up at Michael.
"You'll never win." He laughs. Michael just smiles at him for a second. Then his hand, at a speed that seems unreal, flies up slapping the rider's face. The rider's face is now red, but his laughing keeps on. "You won't win!" The rider repeats as Michael stands there, his smile is gone. It is now replaced by a serious and intense glare. He slaps the rider again.
"You'll never win!" The rider laughs again as blood begins to run from his nose. "Yes we will." Michael whispers as he smiles down at the rider. He grabs the collar of his shirt lifting the rider and the chair up . The rider looks up at him, knowing his death has come.
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Michael looks up at the sky as he walks out of headquarters. While Jay is seated on the rock a few feet away from where Michael stands. It is silent for a second as everyone stops what they are doing and look at Michael too. Michael nods slightly and with that everyone goes right back to work.
With that nod, he begins to say the speech in his head. The words rush through his mind over and over again as he straights out his collar. Just as he does he spots a speck of blood from the dove on his cuff. He closes his eyes as he licks his finger and tries his best to rub the blood out.
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Poems and Other Stuff {including plot bunnies}
FanfictionSome poems I wrote a while back. A few stories that I started but later didn't really like. Though I didn't want to get rid of them, for later use. And some other stuff. Yep-
Chapter 1 (part 1 of 2)
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