The Forbidden One: A Fictional Narrative

“Shame it is, right Carl?” Steve moaned. He couldn’t believe himself. A blood curdling scream had filled the empty, black room, and he knew exactly who had made it. It was like he just turned to stone. None of his muscles decided to work. Somehow he didn’t feel any drips on his cold cheeks. He knew Hart’s fate before his deciding, why was he only mourning his death now? “Yeah…” His thought trailed off to the sky, and he noticed how much more smoggy it became.
“At least we’re fine though. Hey, check this out!” Steve just found a copy of “The Daily Words,” their city newspaper.
“Whaddya know, another 10% tax raise! Gotta pay that debt, Mr. President!” Steve cheered gleefully. It was like he completely forgot about Hart, and Carl, too.
“Come on, what’s with the long face? I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Steve responded to Carl’s frown. Carl began to realize how ignorant these people are. As he looked at the paper, he began to understand why “The Forbidden One” had destroyed this place long ago.
“COULD WE PLEASE HAVE CARL FARELY COME UP TO GET HIS PRINTS, PLEASE COULD WE HAVE CARL FARELY UP TO GET HIS PRINTS.” The robotic loudspeaker brought Carl back to his senses.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be alright.” Steve reassured him, after seeing his pale face. “Anybody like you would be fine, trust me.” His voice sounded so ignorant that Carl felt like slapping him. No, he felt like breaking everybody’s nose, and laughing at them as if they were little children. They were all so ignorant. He kept his wits, though. He knew what was right and what wasn’t. He staggered between the two front pillars of the huge building, thinking how idiotic he was during his past 30 years of living. This place was awful. Nobody had the right to go anywhere without being watched. All their actions were recorded, and the citizens were selected for a trial to see if they lived or not. And he couldn’t do anything about it. All the while he thought about this, he got his prints. He dared even think about his fate, but he already knew it. He stared death straight in the eye. Then they shouted it in their dehumanized voices. “GUILTY.” And soon they were upon him. A few seconds later, a huge bang echoed throughout the halls. A ringing in his ears distracted him from the searing pain, until he realized that he wasn’t dead, and he soon didn’t remember that he was injured. His eyes squinted, and he tried to see through the smoke. His shoes were stained with blood. He stared through the gaping hole in his shirt and realized the crimson was his own blood. Under his shirt, something was happening. A soft “clunk” was heard over all the screaming and yelling. A bullet fell out of his torso? Carl tore off the buttons on his flannel just to discover a bullet shot, but it had healed. The stench of blood no longer struck his senses, and there was no visible redness over his skin, besides the blood that dripped from his clothes. His eyes filled with amazement. He was even more awestruck after he realized what was really going on. He just survived a gunshot, and an explosion. Soon, the constant ringing was gone. He then knew he was the “Forbidden One,” as legend told from long ago. In the year 20XX past, a ginormous government had taken over everywhere with their advanced military weapons and conquest. …show more content…
Nobody stood a chance to face the challenge of defeating Russia. They declared a World War so they could test out their new weapons. They fought for the next 2 years, and they won with ease. After the war, Hundreds of millions of people perished, and the rest became forced to be under Russian control. Later in 21XX, a magical being arose to save the many people in captivity. He had given all the people his power, and they rebelled against the government. The special man was soon dubbed as “The Forbidden One” when the Russian government referred to him. Everybody but Putin IX and his followers had died. Together,