Takes place in the fall of 2113.
Yellow – Alliteration
Green – Simile
Red – Metaphor
Blue – Onomatopoeia
In this world, there will always be one girl whom I will never be able to forget. Her name was Andy Stevens, and I only knew her for a short summer. Now when I think back on those sunny days of running about, I can't help but to feel apologetic for my sudden departure. Even though she had taken my mind away from the fact of my parents dying only months before, I never had the chance to thank her. Now here I am, Drake Grave, 13 years-of-age, barely human and a military marvel.
Now here I sit paralyzed and awaiting surgery. It is as though I have only become a decoration in a hellish reality. Sanity and humanity are words that have been demolished from my dictionary for such a long time. Six years of almost nonstop murder does that to a person. Murder makes a person cold and unresponsive, much akin to how I was when I had met Andy in the early summer of 2108.
My family has forever been involved with war like circumstances, in hopes to 'better' the world. Be it from the revolutions around the world to the nuclear and non nuclear world wars; not to mention the various conspiracies and acts of terrorism. It is only natural that I, the only child of two elite soldiers, would train to become an elitist as well. So, from the moment of my birth I have been familiar with death. After all it was a natural part of my beloved parents' jobs, but it wasn't until December 22, 2107 when I saw a dead body for the first time in my life.
It truly does affect a child to see their parents slaughtered like cattle before their very eyes. A traitor to the group of which my parents belonged had come to my childhood home with a murderous intent. If my mother had not hid me away in a trunk with a gun, I may have died. After killing my parents, the traitor came after me only to be met with a bullet to the head.
Even now I cannot remember exactly what had occurred between that December day and May 27, 2108 – I don't even recall my 8th birthday… I met the Stevens family in late spring. It was my "family" that had arranged for me to live with them. What I couldn't get over was the hyperactive chick-a-dee whose chirping song caused a migraine to threaten my thoughts within measly minutes. Who would have thought that an annoying girl could be the only one to see me as human – the only one to make me feel human. It still makes me feel sad to recall leaving in the early morning hours of Wednesday the 8th of August before she even stirred from her slumber.
From the time I left, till now I have been with my "family" – aka the military group my parents had been a part of. I have been trained to be the best of the best. However, in a recent incident caused by a careless teammate my life had almost been lost. The moron had detonated a mini nuke I had placed before. The explosion had caused severe burns and I was lucky to have been thrown from a window due to the explosion. If I had been thrown against a wall of the interior of the building, I would have been dead the moment the remnants collapsed, but instead I was thrown through the glass, on to the hood of a parked vehicle and then finally on to the pavement with the crunch of bones resounding.
The accident had left me unconscious – which would have been a given in any situation as intense as that! I am unaware how long I had been in a coma, apart from reality. Then suddenly, I woke to the annoying tick of a clock, unaware of my surroundings. Not to mention they put me in this hideous room, painted with an awful aquamarine color that makes me want to hurl. It is bad enough I am injured enough to require medical intervention; however, I overheard the nurses "chitter chattering" about my upcoming operation. It would appear that I am to be the test subject of the newest prosthetic body!