As a project for language arts I have to write a fictional story. I decided to post it here, so that hopefully I can get some suggestions, and stuff like that. This is all I have written so far, I might add more. Please do not copy, or use this anywhere else without my consent. Suggestions are always welcome!

Chapter 1:
The road was icy, coated in thick layer of ice cold ice. A puff of smoke escaped
from the lips of William Vindich, Will for short, as he waited for the blue, 12:00
bus. It was 12:15, the bus always late. William, a government official in
charge of deportations and executions, decided to have a “little talk” with the
driver sometime later.
The bus came screeching to a stop.
The doors open with a rusty squeak, like they hadn't been oiled in decades
(they actually hadn't been oiled for about 11 years). Nothing these days was
maintained, too expensive. It was a miracle that there were even buses anymore,
must have been salvaged from China, because of the words. Will put out the cigarette, then flicked it
casually to the ground. As Will walked into the bus, he gave the driver a kick.
That should teach the driver something, thought Will. The bus was full, so he
shoved a person onto the ground. The person shouldn’t even be sitting on a
seat. He was trash. Lower than him. You could tell from the branding on his
neck. Everyone had a brand on their neck, burned into your flesh since the day
after birth, with your ranking. He was at the bottom of the food chain, a 2,
while Will was an 8. He sometimes questioned why he even rode a stinking bus
filled with lower life forms.
The bus moved forward. And then it happened. The tires slid. People screamed. Crash.
Scream. Shout. Blood. Will’s vision was blurred as he started moving. **** that
ice. **** that ice. Those were the only words he could think. Over and over
again; **** that ice,**** that ice, **** that ice. Then everything was red,
orange and yellow. A wave of heat moved over his face.Then he blacked out.
Chapter 2:
He woke up feeling sore. The pain, very much still there, he could feel a sharp searing
pain, like a lit fuse traveling up his feeble and week spine, till his brain
blew up, like it couldn’t stand the pain. And there was no pain, his nerves
going numb. He heard sirens. A constant alarm, bringing him back to the world,
each time he dare to sink into a darkness, reside to death, give up. I am
alive, he thought. I will stay alive, he hoped. Stars danced before his blurry
eyes.
“You’re going to be alright. Just stay with me. Come one,
you can do this; we’re on the way to the E.R.,” said a voice besides him. It
was a girl, he could tell from the voice. She was trying to calm him to no avail.
His heart was thumping like a drum.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Sirens wailing.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Then he drifted, ever so slowly,
back to a death like trance. Perhaps sleep, or the moment before death, or a
permanent coma from which he will never awaken from.
Chapter 3:
On the opposite side of Antarctica, the world as we know of, Andap cradled his
knife. In the same city as Will, a scared little girl witnesses the death of her parents, an image that no one
should ever see, or live through. Especially in the way Prisoner-4279, the
little girl, parents had died. At the moment of death, there was ocean of glistening
blood, pooling around Prisoner-4279. Forced to watch her parents scared,
pleading, eyes being gouged out of their sockets, leaving nothing but two
gaping holes, surrounded by red. Their eyes were volcanoes oozing red liquid.
This was to serve as an example of what torture the American Oceanic council
could do, without harming a single hair on your body. The American Oceanic
council made up half of the government in Antarctica, representing the Americas
and the oceanic region, ever since the incident, every country moved to
Antarctica. In order to maintain a government in Antarctica, the previous ones
must be annihilated. The governments combined to form the Antarctican government.
Though only one government exists, there is a large division between councils;
the Eurasian council is in rivalry with the American Oceanic council. The
United Lesser countries council is allied with the American Oceanic council. The
African council was the most neutral of them all, yet not to be underestimated.
The American Oceanic council was by far the most powerful, but even it might
not be able to stand to the might of the combined strengths of the United
Lesser countries council and the Eurasian council.
The Prime Ruler, Zachariah Hairahcaz, from the African Council was sitting
leisurely in his 1 million dollar office, oblivious to the wrong doings of the
American Oceanic council (not that all American Oceanic council members were
bad, it was just that the good ones were killed off, or had an “accident” of
some sort. Poor Max Xavian had a particularly nasty accident while inspecting a
local meat factory. I would recommend not eating any hamburgers from McDonalds,
if you dislike cannibalism).
Zachariah walked out of his 1 million dollar office and into his son’s room to check up
on him. Andap Padna, a victim of schizophrenia, born into the new generation,
there has not been the medical supplies or technology to cure him; everything
was destroyed in the incident.
Now you may be wondering, what is “the incident” Well to explain it in short, the
incident started when the USA economy crashed into an irrecoverable pit of
debt. Shortly after, chaos and confusion fell onto the US. The panic spread to
other countries, as what was known as one of the largest countries in the world
collapsed. The United States were in ruins, with animalistic people pillaging
and raiding stores, and homes. It was estimated that only one fourth of the USA
survived. Next was China. Then Russia.
Shortly after a nuclear war broke out, other countries tried in a unified
attempt to stop the “War of the fallen”. They success fully negotiated peace,
and mankind fled to Antarctica, the rest of the world ruined by war, climate
change, and pollution. No one really knows the exact start of the war.
But some think the war was planned.
Chapter 4:
“You are weak and pitiful. You can barely lift
2 pounds, much less 50…” a voice whispered in the head of Andap.
“You are dumb. Stupid. An idiot. You
don’t deserve to hear my voice inside your head. I am stronger. I will control
you.”
“No! No, no, no, no, no, no…
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!”
“I am stronger, I am stronger… not you… AHHH!!!”
“I can’t stand this!!!!”
“A pitiful attempt to get rid of me. I
will always be here. Because I am stronger. And you are weaker.”
“You are weaker… I am stronger… You
are weaker… I am stronger… Yes, lift the knife. Prove to me you are stronger.
Use the knife. Move the knife. Prove to me you are stronger and kill me. There
is only one way. This is how it must go. The only way to get rid of me. To beat
me. To be stronger. “
“You must kill yourself”
The knife moved.
The knife cut.
The knife stabbed.
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“Andap!
Oh god… Oh god…” President Zachariah murmured, cradling Andap’s head in his
lap. He rushed to the phone, calling his emergency staff.
People rushed to Andap’s room. Sirens wailed as he was rushed to the emergency room.
“Good job… But it’s not enough. You must die.
I will make sure of it.”


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