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In the year of 2954, nights were especially dark, but so were days. People huddled together in the middle of streets for warmth and an attempt at protection as bombs rained down on their heads. All the possible places to hide - gone.

It was the middle of WWIII, Germany, Russia, and the United States had formed a "gang," set out to destroy civilization - except, of course, for themselves. They decided to do it in a sly manner; the US President Royund Harvi began to work on a plan with German scientist Andreysiv Bolovtz, and together they developed a new weapon, the Tellanouyva. Russia stepped in and offered to build the device, which was about 64 thousand times more powerful than nuclear bombs had been! They were invisible to the naked eye, but aided with a cliet - a small, contact lense-like contraption used to see microscopic materials, specifically bacteria - you could see the almost impossible, perfectly smooth, round ball that was causing oh so much destruction. Russia, Germany, and the US were the three top countries in the trading business - in fact, they tied for first place - so all they had to do was have each President order factories to install bombs into the goods that would be traded. But each country had a different was of ensuring rules were followed . . .

The US split the country into 12 sections, districts, as they had 75 states at the time. The remaining space was used for the government, specifically Harvi himself. He built a huge, glass pillar, filled with millions of little rooms for him, and him only. It was first to fall when the war began.

Germany took a different approach, as they were more artistic and architectural by nature, they spit the country into three areas: factories had a large, domed complex; housing, which included shops and an open market every ten miles; the Academy. There, every child and adult in Germany went for fourteen years, starting at whatever age they were when WWIII started.

But Russia was slightly more traitorous in their actions, as they had a plan to eventually betray Germany and the US. They ordered Tellanouyva-3.12 bombs - Tellnouyva bombs they had tampered with - to be shipped to each of their partners in secret. Russia didn;t need to split itself up: the country was threatened into obedience by their dictator, Viktor Reizonov.

Together, the gang decided to kill off all of mankind by turning them all against each other. As in, not only country to country, but brother to brother, wife to husband.

They decided I was the perfect place to start.

-c o n t e n t s-

Post 1, Intro - You're Here!
Post 2, One
Post 3, Two
Post 4, Three
Post 5, Four

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Bump?

[ѕнαdy]

-Wow. Just Wow.-

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I take that as a positive thing? XD Thank you!

[ѕнαdy]

-Yes, very positive. The only thing I would do is add a bit more information about the state the other countries are in. No need for specifics, just something along the lines of; Economic Depression Sweeps Europe. Or something like that. Just trying to help.-

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Thanks! And I'm extremely glad you critiqued me. Most people say "It's good" and move on. I appreciate it, but I need advice, something to work with. So thank you again.

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-p a r t . o n e-

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"Ivory! Wake up!" my mother called, her tone melodic. I could still hear her favorite song, some Beethoven one, playing softly in the background; she'd obviously just been singing. Groaning, I rolled out of bed . . . smack dab onto my hard, wooden floors.

"Ow," I moaned, getting to my knees and rubbing my back where I hit myself. Through blurred vision I squinted at the clock. Holy sh*t! It's almost twenty-one ninety-five! I tried - and failed - to get up and dash to my closet, but fell down and ended up having to crawl. I was exhausted after staying up all night; Lukas, my stepfather, had been teaching me to drive the hovercraft late into midnight, and I came home half dead. Needless to say, I passed out on my pillow, and now I was going to be late for school.

I cursed out loud as I hit my head on the stupid metal bar right next to the closet; "Why does it have to be so damn low?" I muttered angrily to myself, as I tossed my uniform onto my bed. Plain. A simple black dress that was tight at the waist with shoes that laced up my legs, to my knee. After dressing, I stumbled to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and half tripped, half walked down the stairs to eat breakfast.

"Morning," Dad said, not taking his eyes off the television.

"Good morning," I answered hastily as he whooped when his team scored a touchdown. I know nothing about football, so I wouldn't understand.

As I was shoveling cereal into my mouth, my little sister, Dina, came up to me and giggled, wriggling into the chair beside me and drumming the counter with her fists. I paused my eating to grin at her.

"Ivyyyyy!" she squealed in delight, and hugged me. Hey, she was only five, who could blame her? And she was cute too.

Dad's cheering brought me back to reality. "Mom, Dad, I'm leaving! Bye!" I shouted, shoving the bowl into the sink and heading for the door as quickly as possible. Mr. Banders would kill me if I were late to class again!

"Okay, bye sweetie!" my mother called just as I slammed the front door shut and started at a full, dead on sprint for the bus. It was just about to close the doors when I staggered on, breathless.

"Lucky gal, I was jus' closin' up. Won'erin' where you were," the driver said in his heavy accent, winking at me. I smiled back at him, and then headed to the back seats, settling into the open seat beside Dimitri, my best friend.

"Hey," he said, taking me in with his grey eyes as usual.

"Hey. I don't know what you stare at every time you see me," I complained, cross, as he studied me. "I mean, it's not like I'm, y'know, pretty or anything."

"Ivory Evanescence," he said, meeting my eyes with his, his tone serious now. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. You have no idea what the guys say about you in the locker room and at practice." He raised an eyebrow. Dimitri was on the football team.

I snorted at his comment, but I could see that he was completely and utterly serious. Luckily, the bus came to a screeching halt at that moment and the driver called, “We’re ‘ere!” to us, and we filed out, the words washed off our lips and replaced by salty dread.

Single file, as was required, we headed into the LexingFrilov Academy and College, the best school in the entire US at the moment. As well as the strictest. Students were given suspensions of, at the least, one week, for the most minor of offences. Once, I was suspended for a week and two days after being caught laughing with Dimitri while in line, coming out of the bus. We weren’t allowed to chew gum, eat until it was precisely 95(-)008 WLPM (I learned later that our clocks and ways of writing time were different from the old ways of America and the rest of the world), and were never, ever allowed to talk, only when outside, on our two-hour-long break. But each school day was 12 hours, and we had school 7 days a week, and never had a break or holiday. We were given at least four pages of homework per class, 10 classes, so we had a literal pile when we got home. In fact, people usually spent their in-school break on homework instead of playing! I was, unfortunately, not one of those people, and I rarely did my homework at all. Dimitri and I were scolded countless times for “forgetting,” told never to do it again, and then we wouldn’t bring our homework the next day. Our first-class teacher, Mr. Banders, would have a fit, though, if I didn’t do my homework for his class, as he already pulled off half his mustache when I was late two weeks ago.

“Miss Evanescence? Is there a problem?” Ms. Lipton looked at me quizzically, and I realized I had stopped short, holding up the line. If this was a normal school, there’d be annoyed grumbles and shouts, but at the Academy, everyone stood in strict, unwavering attention.

“Err, no, thank you.” I smiled pleasantly and continued forward, ignoring the pressing urge to let my mind wander again. I had to stay in line.

As we arrived in the front of the Academy, I stared up at it in hate. It was an ugly, dull grey block stuck smack dab in the middle of a market! I mean, who puts the best school in the country in the same place they sell smelly trout and molding strawberries? But this was it, and we had not choice but to go there.

As soon as we were safely in the building, among a crowd, Dimitri looked me in the eye. “Stay in line for me, sweetie. M’kay?”

I smirked. “You wish.” But I hugged him tight anyway. “Something about today just feels wrong,” I admitted in a whisper. “So I wanted to say –“

“– I love you,” Dimitri finished, and pressed his lips to mine. We stood there, entwined, and the student swarmed around us, ignored us, but I could feel their thoughts, burning into my mind.

I broke away first. “Listen, I’ll see you soon?” He nodded, but his eyes were desperate as he clutched my hand, as if unwilling to let go.

There was an awkward silence, and it seemed as if the whole school were holding their breaths.

“Be careful,” he said. I guess we both felt that something very wrong was going to happen today.

I agreed, and then fled to my locker, got my books for first class (We didn’t call it by subject, that’s too much of a hassle. At the Academy, teachers taught whatever came to mind, so our classes were titled first class, second class, and so forth.), and hurried off to face Mr. Banders. At least I had finished all my homework for first-class. At least.

As I collapsed into my seat in class and silently took out my materials: Electro-Paper, paper that auto-corrected your writing and edited it into perfect font, Electro-Pen, the special pen for its matching paper, and my HoloPro, where all my school and home things were stored, including all my textbooks and homework. I clicked the device into a hologram, swiped the picture to my homework, and laid it beside me. Then I sat up perfectly straight and gazed directly in front of me with an unwavering stare. I hoped I didn’t look too bored, that’d be bad.

My eyes strayed to a newspaper on Mr. Banders’ desk, scanned it, and then fell on another title: Tiny Bomb Has Huge Effect In Southern England. Shuddering inwardly, I read on.

After a shipping of old artifacts – called iPhones – arrived at St. Yale’s Technological Employers in Southern England this morning at 4736[-(-)]0097, a worker exploded on the spot when he touched one . . . taking all of our technological discoveries with him.

“The poor man’s parts couldn’t be found, the bomb exploded all of our technological advancement, artifacts, and discoveries! The technology we have now . . . I’m afraid we won’t be getting much more of it, when our sole technological provider is gone,” says reporter Marty Whitecrop, at the scene.

Authorities suspect that the cause of this horrific event might be –

The article was about twelve pages long, but a huge coffee stain blotted out the rest of it. I gulped at the news, and then let out a low gasp. Wait – all of our technology was gone. Gone. All of our technology was gone forever and Mr. Banders’ stupid coffee stain won’t allow me to know WHY! I realized my fists were clenched and I was stiffened, so I rolled my shoulders and unclenched my fists. With a sigh, I regained my required position: stare at the wall until the teacher comes in.

But now all there was in my mind was turmoil. This was unbelievable! In fact . . . But my thoughts were cut off as the door to the classroom was flung open sharply.

It wasn’t Mr. Banders.


-c o n t e n t s-

Post 1, Intro
Post 2, One - You're Here!
Post 3, Two
Post 4, Three
Post 5, Four

[H o w l i n g]

Amazing. <3 Like the cliffhanger, and the plot is indeed interesting. c: Got me as soon as I read the first paragraph. I will be lurking, and hoping for more soon.

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Yay! Thankies! <33

[ѕнαdy]

-Hmm... I like it, though I think that Dmitri and Ivory would probably get in trouble if there relationship was seen, based on the strictness of the school. I'm still smelling those fish though - eck!-