Makin' Some NoiseLet me paint this scene out for you all nice and simple, 'kay? A history lesson will do us all good every now and then. So, let's go back seven years to 2012, when the world really did stop turning. To make things short and sweet, some of the world's largest power houses couldn't keep their stuff together and started a war. Before you know it, BOOM! It all goes nuclear. I was a twelve-year-old in a little town in Kansas back then. I was one of the lucky ones, fortunate to have relatives out of the state. By the time the war's over, Los Angles, excuse me, Battery City is the only place left on the map where people can survive the radiation. At least that's what the books tell us. I'm still not convinced we're the only ones left. However, BL/ind rules, so they call the shots..for now. Though they've probably started teaching the younger ones a different story. You know, the kids that weren't around or were too young to remember the war.Makin' Some Noise by ~Mack2468
It's all just a bunch of lies.
I'd know. I've
Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (chapter 1)I always disliked my parents from the start. They never understood me and were sometimes cruel to me. However, it wasn't until after the Analog Wars had taken place that I knew the extent of their cruelty.Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (chapter 1) by ~XxZombieUnicornxX
Better Living Industries won the war. They started to market pills that would create artificial happiness. Although I wanted to be happy (especially since I suffered from the black and hopeless feeling, also known as depression), I did not want to be controlled, which was what the pills were actually for. The pills would also "cure" my Asperger's Syndrome, which I did not consider to be a disability (even though it came with many struggles). Not taking the pills often lead to me getting beaten by my parental units.
Of course, I guess I was kind of asking for it because sometimes my temper got out of control. I was not one to actually think about the consequences; my choices were led by my feelings. I cared about what people thought, but not enough to actually conform to society.
Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (chapter 2)After eating my breakfast, I got on my motorcycle. It was black with purple, blue, and neon green accents and was decorated with red splatters, bats, clockwork gears, skulls, spiderwebs, and roses. We were driving through Route Guano to spread the message when we passed some Draculoids. They started shooting at us. I got out my laser gun and started shooting back. The firefight went all Costa Rica, though, and the car broke down.Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (chapter 2) by ~XxZombieUnicornxX
"Great," I said. "We have to get a mechanic to fix it."
As we wandered through the desert for what seemed like a million years, we had a clap with some Draculoids. My white tee shirt now had red splatters all over it.
Then I noticed a girl lying on the ground, injured. She appeared to be about my age. The girl had dirty blonde hair, tan skin, and big, blue eyes. She had cat ears and a tail. I asked her who she was and what had happened. When she woke up, she explained that she had run away from Battery City, but she was caught and the Draculoids tried to bring
Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (chapter 3)Everywhere I went, I saw posters of the Fabulous Four. I found the one with red hair and hazel eyes attractive. I tried my hardest not to feel that way, partly because I still believed the horrible things I had heard about them, and partly because I had a boyfriend at the time.Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (chapter 3) by ~XxZombieUnicornxX
I later learned that the former was untrue when I met the Fabulous Four at a concert. They did not seem to be violent or dangerous. In fact, they were the opposite. I began to join them in protecting the Little Girl, who I also identified with. She was like me in so many ways.
Although I liked Ghoul, Kobra, and Jet as friends, I had grown especially close to Poison. He was handsome and he was kind to me. I loved his sense of humor and his individuality. He was also a deep thinker, just like me. I also admired his respect for women.
Sometimes, I'd be really upset and discouraged and he would give me advice. He had gone through many similar struggles as well as many struggles that were different from mine. He not