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Jan. 9th, 2010 06:02 pmThe Chicago bombings was the worst terrorist attack taking place on US soil since the attacks on 9/11. Hundreds of thousands of citizens had bombs strapped to their bodies as they went to work that day and then set them off, destroying all of downtown Chicago before he showed up on every radio station, television channel, and computer screen on the planet.
I remember it clearly, that broadcast. I was walking to the Persephone offices, when he showed up on the large screen above the city. Bleach blond spikey hair, blue eyes, resting in a chair comfortably, his suit slightly messy as if he had slept in it. He didn't look victorious or happy about this, instead it looked like he was sad, that he didn't want to do this.
"Good morning, people of the world," he started, speaking softly with an Australian accent. "As you may or may not know, I have destroyed all of downtown Chicago. I'm not here to threaten you or wish for you to die. No, no, there'd be no point if I just wanted to kill."
He sat up, his expression turning serious. His body language had changed completely from just a moment ago.
"I want you to remember. Everybody forgets and they help you to, but you know what, Persephone? I remember everything. And I won't forgive you."
After that, the world changed. The people were thrown into a panic and that man never showed his face again. At least, not to the public.
"London, let me shoot him!"
There he was, right in front of me was the Chicago bomber. He was on the ground holding his hands up in fear, with London standing in front of him, blocking my shot. How could she protect him, after what he did?
"Nile, put the gun down! He's harmless." She turned her back to me and knelt down, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, Lemuria, everything will be fine."
Lemuria? Wasn't that the name of one of the Persephone prototypes? I lowered my gun, but didn't put it away. I'd trust London for now, but I didn't want her to get attacked by the man she was hugging.
"He might be harmless, but I'm not," a slightly familiar voice from behind me said. I turned around quickly and saw what looked like an older Amazon standing there, pointing a gun at me. "Now be a good boy and drop that gun before I end up accidentally killing you."
I dropped my gun and heard the sound of two people walking up behind me, London putting a hand on my shoulder as Lemuria walked over to the other.
"Moscow, he'll come along without a fight. Let's just take him to where Amazon, Los Angeles, and London are."
The last name made me pause and look over at London, who seemed almost blank.
I remember it clearly, that broadcast. I was walking to the Persephone offices, when he showed up on the large screen above the city. Bleach blond spikey hair, blue eyes, resting in a chair comfortably, his suit slightly messy as if he had slept in it. He didn't look victorious or happy about this, instead it looked like he was sad, that he didn't want to do this.
"Good morning, people of the world," he started, speaking softly with an Australian accent. "As you may or may not know, I have destroyed all of downtown Chicago. I'm not here to threaten you or wish for you to die. No, no, there'd be no point if I just wanted to kill."
He sat up, his expression turning serious. His body language had changed completely from just a moment ago.
"I want you to remember. Everybody forgets and they help you to, but you know what, Persephone? I remember everything. And I won't forgive you."
After that, the world changed. The people were thrown into a panic and that man never showed his face again. At least, not to the public.
"London, let me shoot him!"
There he was, right in front of me was the Chicago bomber. He was on the ground holding his hands up in fear, with London standing in front of him, blocking my shot. How could she protect him, after what he did?
"Nile, put the gun down! He's harmless." She turned her back to me and knelt down, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, Lemuria, everything will be fine."
Lemuria? Wasn't that the name of one of the Persephone prototypes? I lowered my gun, but didn't put it away. I'd trust London for now, but I didn't want her to get attacked by the man she was hugging.
"He might be harmless, but I'm not," a slightly familiar voice from behind me said. I turned around quickly and saw what looked like an older Amazon standing there, pointing a gun at me. "Now be a good boy and drop that gun before I end up accidentally killing you."
I dropped my gun and heard the sound of two people walking up behind me, London putting a hand on my shoulder as Lemuria walked over to the other.
"Moscow, he'll come along without a fight. Let's just take him to where Amazon, Los Angeles, and London are."
The last name made me pause and look over at London, who seemed almost blank.
