Nine years ago, a book was published and sold all around America. The book was called "Twilight". It was about a selfish teenage girl that could only be happy around a sparkly vampire. They fell in an unhealthy love, and didn't change their personalities (but in Edward's case, there was no personality to change). It even looked like a fanfiction written by an uneducated 12 year-old.
This horrible excuse for literature became a best-seller because of the crazed, tennaged fangirls that have read it and couldn't get enough of Edward Cullen and Jacob Black...two horrible characters that hated eachother because of the whole "vamps v.s. wolves" thing. What's worse, this book grew into a saga of disgraceful books which have ruined the reputations of vamires and werewolves alike.
The author, Stephenie Meyer, was loved by all of the Twitards for making this saga...and Edward Sparkle-Butt. All the girls wanted nothing more than more than a hot guy that sparkles, a buff rapist, or an emo dude. Many sane kids knew that these teenage girls made up at least 80% of the 75% of idiots in America.
Anti-Twilight clubs and forums helped keep sane kids sane. But, in 2010...things went from bad to worse. Someone murdered Obama, and America needed a new president. Unfortunatly, most of the voters were Twilight fans, and they elected Stephenie Meyer. She became president of the United States.
It wasn't long before new rules were set in, and more Twihards were in America (even other places around the world, but not as bad). All the Twi-hate clubs and forums were wiped clean off the internet, and people could only draw Twilight fan-art. Anyone who said that they hated Twilight were set on fire, then beat to death.
It even became legal for Twitards to suck blood out of the haters...which was not a pretty sight. Cullenism became an actual religion, and the girls bowed to a golden statue of Edward Cullen. Every other religion in America (except Mormonism) was banned, giving most people no choice. Houses of Twi-haters were burned to nothing, and their families were either drained of blood or eaten.
TVs could only show the news and the Twilight movies. The only books that could be read was the so called "gretest saga eva". Harry Potter wasn't even lawful to be mentioned. Men had to spray on glitter or had to act wolf-like during a full moon. If they refused, they would be locked in jail with nothing to eat until they gave in.
Those against Twilight were not aloud to eat, just in case the Twitards didn't suck the blood out of all of them. Everyone could only wear either a "Team Edward" or a "Team Jacob" shirt, so they could tell the difference between sane and insane. This country has become the wrst place for one with a mind to live in. Luckly...there is a little group that's on our side.
Sanity's Only Hope
An Anti-Twilight fanfiction.
Written by: Knucxsonia (shouldn't give out my real name, fear of Twitards huntin' me down)
Chapter 1: The Last Sane Minds
"Phew, that was close." sighed a red-headed female as she entered the main room in the Anti-Twilight hideout. She had apparently been running from rabid fangirls. "So, did the trap work?" asked a chubby teen with a buzz-cut. "Yup! The land mines full of sleeping gas knocked 'em out good, and the net successfully caught them!" Shania said with a wink and a thumb-up.
An applause rang from the hideout. Only four teens and and a 7 year-old were in this secret lair. "So, how many of 'em do we have in the Twihard section?" a brown-haired 17 year-old male asked. "Well, 18 followed me, so..." "That would make 238 fangirls!" the youngest one interupted. "That's very good, Melody! I've taught you well with math, have I?" Melody's big brother, Allen, patted her on the head.
She gave him a big smile. She, and the Antis, were glad that she was a smart cookie.
It was May, 24th, 2014 in Washington (where by new law, every town was renamed "Forks"). 55% of the Twihards lived in this once beautiful state...the rest were scattered all over the country, mainly in cities. In the city that was once called Seattle is where the Anti-Twilights have their underground lair.
It wasn't high-tech, and it was pretty simple, but it worked. It was a large place, all of it under the city. There were entrances all over Seattle, but they were hard for Twilighters to find. There was the main room, which consists of a large table (which is actually a really big rock) and some chairs. There was also a storage room for food, which had a month's worth of food, but it could hold more.
10 feet away from the main room was a very deep and very wide room, which was called the Twihard section...this is where the captured Twitards are put. It's clearly big enough to hold every single rabid fangirl in Washington. There was even a working bathroom...
The dirt around these rooms were made of a hard clay, which is why the kids wondered who made it. They didn't make it...it could have been some Antis from the past, but the question of who made this place wasn't a big deal. All the Antis knew was that Meyer and the Twitards have taken over America, are spreading, and that they need to stop the madness.
But now, they were celebrating their success in catching another load of fangirls by drinking some root beer. After a gulp of soda, Kevin, the chubby kid, wiped his mouth with his arm. "Do we have enough rabids to test out theory?" he asked. "Not yet." Allen answered, "We need all the Twihards in Washington before we can do so."
Keith, a boy who unfortunatly looked like Robert Pattinson (but with pleanty of differences), took a spit-take. "The whole state of Washington?! Are you mad?! That could take years!" he yelled. "I know, but no one said saving the world would take a short time." Allen said after taking a sip of his root beer. Keith slammed his soda can on the table (oh, sorry, I meant 'big rock') in anger.
"But Meyer could have the other side of the world taken over in one month! We don't have the time!" he yelled. "We have no way of speeding up the process, so this will have to do." Allen said strictly, yet calmly. Keith Gorlenah took a deep breath...that meant he was thinking. "You know, I have a plan that would get all of the Twihards in Washington, or even America, into this area."
Everyone looked at him. "Really? What'cha got?" asked Kevin. "Well, I was thinking of broadcasting myself on TV and telling the fangirls where I am, then they would come!" he answered with a cocky smirk. "And what makes you think they would come without getting us killed?" Allen questioned. "Don't you see?" said Shania, "He looks like Edward Cullen from the movie!"
"Yes, but we need to make it more convincing...and how the heck are we gonna get him on TV without getting caught?" the leader asked. "That we'll need to think about. But for now...all we need to get are the neccesities." Keith said as he huddled everybody together. In that little group, they discussed a plan to get what they need for this brilliant plan.
Why they huddled together when no one else is listening anyways is a mystery.
Meanwhile, in the Twihard section...well, nothing much was going on. All the 238 rabid fangirls were screaming for Edward to save them, praying to authors and fictional characters, and wondering where their "books" were. They weren't even thinking of a plan to get out...they thought the Cullens would save them. Stupid girls. Edward isn't real.