Blaine Anderson sat on his bed, watching the shadows from the flames in the fireplace dance across the walls. This was the fourth time this week that the power in the city had failed, and Blaine could hear his father yelling at the companies in his office down the hall.
"I told you bastards, I don't want the power to fail again!" His father screamed. "I'm warning you, if it happens again, I'm sending the Shadow down there… And you don't want that happening." There was a slam, and then it was silent.
Blaine groaned, falling back into the softness of his bed. His father never failed to be angry; Hating everything and everyone, except himself. And possibly, his own son.
He kicked off his shoes, letting them hit the ground with a thud. Blaine began to think about how there was a time, long ago, when men and women had to fight to love someone of their same gender. Now, it was something you saw all the time. Why, just earlier that evening, his parents had thrown an extravagant party to encourage Blaine to find a husband.
Of course, it didn't work. It was merely another son of a bitch, attempting to get sleep with the son of the most powerful man in the North. Blaine wouldn't have any of it. But he did feel sorry for him. He didn't mean to kick him in the face…
Suddenly, there came a loud commotion from the hall, and then Blaine's bedroom door burst open, practically falling off the hinges. "Blaine!"
It was his father, Richard. "I thought I should tell you-" He stumbled, clearly having had to much alcohol at the party. "The Guard moves in four days to the South. Bah! The pitiful scum of the South will soon be ours. We'll find you a nice slave… Maybe one you can-"
"No, dad."
"No?" Richard asked, his face screwing into one of confusion. "Okay then… but you're the one who-"
"Dad, you're drunk. Please, just go." Richard huffed, leaning against the door. "I know you don't like me destroying the South, but they deserve it. After what they did to your-"
"Dad."
"S-sorry. Good night, son." Richard shut the door, heading back to his office. Blaine, who was still sitting on the bed, eyed the door cautiously. He closed his eyes, going over what he'd read in history books for years.
The United States was a country of equality, growing from it's economic downfall. People believed that things were finally getting better. But they were wrong. So, very wrong.
Things started when in there was a battle in Martinsburg, West Virginia for some oil. Things started to spread, and soon entire states were in battle for simple items. People began to take sides; the most seen being Rich Vs. Poor. So in a rush decision, the Government came to a decision.
Anyone making over $60,000 a year would be relocated to the Northern States. The others; stuck in the South. And to make sure the ranks don't mix, the government began a wall right through the center of the country. It took sixty years, but it was completed.
All was well for a while. Until the U.S government fell. It seemed the United States would no longer be that, but instead be a land of two separate forces. Once again, all was quiet.
And then the South invaded the North. They tried to rob the Northerners of their supplies, but they beat out the South.
Blaine knew what he had to do. He had to alert the Cause of his father's plans, and stop him from destroying the South.
He jumped off the bed, running to his balcony. It was only a twenty foot jump, and Blaine had been practicing. He climbed onto the railing, and looked behind him one last time. Then, he jumped.
