The Knife was a few inches away from my neck, My eyes look at the eyes of the one that I had protected, I had no choice but to stomp her foot, which lead to a small cut on my shoulder, devious bastard she was… I thought that this would have never happen, but then reality proved me wrong. Welcome, to my World of Sorrow… Where I get to places that fiends and corruption would go to, Chicago… From the Roaring 1920s to the Modern Day Red and Blues, From Al Capone to Machine Gun Kelly, Nasty as it was infested, with crooks, I grew up in this area. From one simple look in the eye of a gangbanger could end, what you call, life.
As far I can tell you, my childhood wasn’t as great, as a matter of fact, I always was in some sort of trouble, mostly involving small fights, Although, I was just the underdog of the gang I was part of, Riverdale, was the place I was raised in, It was one of the worst ghettos in the area, there was always crime, from murder, rape, to drug dealing, it wasn’t really a safe place, I should say.
Money was always a problem, Mom and Dad were Coke Addicts, So I was like, a mistake. Up until 3009, I was drafted in the Democratic Order Of Plants (DOOP) Marines. But let’s face it, the war on Terror is far no different then the one in the 21st Century, only, different faces and Commanders, but still the same reason…
War, It never changes… its still mass murder, but with different reasoning…
As far it was just a week into landing in a planet, similar to mars, but there was Oxygen, So there wasn’t a hassle wear these oxygen masks and run back to base at 23:00. I thought, that this was worthless. It was not necessary to, go in a world that wants to commit mass genocide of their own people. At least, we don't have Nixon anymore.
“Private First Class Vaughn! You better get to patrolling the area in 0800!”
Shit. My life is being depended on now, I didn't want to go, I didn't sign up for this also, I looked at my left. Seeing a cyclops with purple hair, the guy was just, a complete hard ass. He didn't like us fooling around. He just wasn't a good mood. Far as I can tell, I never seen a guy that was so, negative and prestigious about his surroundings. His eye always gave my spine a chill. Either way. Time to head out to patrol.
“Private Lee, get you're ass up here. I need you to call in a strike in the radio.”
“Fuck off. I rather have all of you dead.”
“What did you say, Private?”
There goes Lee, always starting a fight. He was just a big asshole. The Unit commander approached him. With a disgusted face.
“You wanna play hard. Huh? You fuckin Mutants always rebelling. No wonder you're all the way, down in the shit pipes.”
Lee wasn't too pleased with the insult. So what happened next, well. It wasn't great. It was a violent brawl, the commander, well, was paralyzed and covered in his own blood. Lee was a complete mad man, the thing was that, I never seen a man so furious. I really wanted to explain about it but, I just can't. Not now. I guess I'll have to write for later.
“i met this man
and he spoke to me of love
he told me that i
that i might be worthy of
i could confess
to ease the pain
here on death row”
Lee was at it again. Playing his guitar, not caring for those around him. He played really, great actually. People cheered and smiled at Lee for his writing.
Not much of a fan of the blues, but he got me listening. Then there was a man with orange hair. Approaching him, along with another cyclops.
Lee looked at them, he smiled at both of them. Who knew that a hard guy like him could smile at other simple beings, stuck in a game of puppet figures.
“We have to ta-”
“EVERYONE, GET OUT HERE AND TAKE COVER! ENEMY AT THE GATES!”