Worlds Rebel Chapter one-The Beginning...
It was a long time ago, the year 2025, the world was in chaos. After a corrupt man had taken all the worlds natural resources and made the world one big dirty wasteland. He became the richest and most powerful man ever to live. Forced to live on the dirty planet while the corrupt man lived on a clean space station, the people rebelled, and a long twenty-three year long war started.
By the end of the war. The rebels were killed, and the rebels that lived changed their appearance and names and went into hiding. The man took complete control of the world. He got rid of every rebel base and every product that wasn't his own. To punish the people, he made every single product horrible.
From his victory he made strict rules, where if you didn't follow them, you'd die. The elderly and young were forced to work. Cameras and military bases were everywhere. The world had been covered with his army, he wanted to make sure that nobody ever rebelled.
He corrupted the police and the military. They weren't even police anymore, they called themselves the "Rule men", they sometimes beat people down just for fun. They wore red and brown suits, they were sometimes referred to savages. They were pure evil, and they would patrol everywhere all day and night.
The military before the dictator was strict, but now they were horrible.
He wasn't the smartest though, none of his armies were exactly the smartest either. they didn't know that much about bunkers. He never thought of anyone having an underground base. So he just told them to destroy rebel bases they could see.
The dictator's space station had animals and forests and people. It was like he'd made his own personal world, he sends wool, beef, and pork, and other things to the Earth for high prices. He only allowed certain people such as family members or very high class followers onto his station.
But the worst thing was that he reverted the human species. He kept them from learning. Only those who worked for the dictator had technology and running water. He didn't want anyone getting any ideas. He has been in rule for nine years, and every one of them have been horrible and repetitive.
Houses only fit one room, and they have one bed and one drawer. Nobody has a different house, not even the rich. Houses were made of rusted metals and old broken wood planks. Beds were made of the weakest silk ever, drawers were made of old and sometimes wet wood planks, and electricity and running water no longer exist in the everyday house.
A lot of people disappeared over nights, and the next day nobody remembered who they were, it was like they were erased. And every night bangs and "earthquakes" would wake people up, and always in the same place the sky would glow blue. If you looked out the window you could see the army going towards it.
Everything was the dictator's brand, anyone who made their own brand was charged with treason, and most likely you could get home you were clear, but still, nobody really tried to make their own product either, they weren't smart enough. But to make it worse, the things he made was horrible. Nobody liked it, but they were forced to buy it.
After the rebels were killed, everyone lost hope. But one person, still believed. He didn't do anything, but he still believed that someone would. So he just waited, all his life for something to happen to the world. Something to change, what had changed already...
This person's name was Noah D. He lived in the city. He was eleven years old and lived alone. He didn't have parents or any family, lots of kids lived like that now. He bought paper and made crafts to sell so he could pay for food. He was small, black haired, always wore jean-shorts, a ripped up red t-shirt, and regular white shoes.
He had to hide himself because he sold his own products, and that was against the law. Noah had to avoid the cops all the time. He had friends in the city so he could hide with them, but he didn't stay long so they wouldn't get caught with him.
The dictator took everything technical and everything valuable and put it in something he called the 'restricted junkyard', it was a big storage facility where they kept everything they didn't want people to have. There was one for each city. And even though if you were caught inside of the restricted junkyard you'd be arrested, if you had successfully taken stuff and gotten away you'd be free.
"Alright, time to get to work!" Noah said. He walked outside, to start his job of making paper and clay crafts. He had a small old table to work on. He had a shard of glass for cutting, and sticky clear stuff for glue. He had made people, little model houses, tiny cities, and tiny trees. He couldn't color them, but they still sold. He put some wheels on his table to be able to craft while he sold.
Noah was very smart for his age. He could wire anything and make anything seem possible. He was able to make vehicles and could build. He was never educated, but he knew a lot. And his crafts were amazing for the supplies he had.
His workplace was an old table. It was rectangular, dirty, and smelled weird. It had a bell on it and a chair attached to it with small rusty metal poles. It had a rolled up piece of cloth on the front. And two drawers for supplies and tools. Something strange was that he had a compass sticking out of the front, and wires were coming out of almost everywhere. Buttons were on the top and bottom, and two tiny slides were cut out on the sides of the table.
He gave the table a starting push and sat down in his chair and rolled into town. He rang his bell to avoid hitting people, and pulled ropes on the side to turn. Noah had taken a year to build his mini business and his cart, so everything was ready.
He pressed a button and two solar panels came out of the slides on the side of the cart, Noah turned the small compass on his table towards the sun, and the solar panels faced faced the same way. Then the solar panels started collecting energy.
When the cart started slowing down, Noah put his foot on a button near the bottom of the table. It was connected by four tiny metal poles that connected to the legs of the table, and on those metal poles were wires. They led to two motors on the back legs of the table.
The solar panels were also connected to the wires on the motors, the power from the solar panels made small flaps on the motors open up. They sucked in air and released it. Air blew out of the motors and made the table go at a normal speed.
Noah tapped the button again with his foot. More flaps opened up and the motors made him go faster. And when he pushed it again, almost the entire motor opened up and vacuums filled the empty space, now, Noah was basically flying down the street. He was getting close to the city's center.
He put his foot under the button and pressed one on the other side of it, the motors closed, the solar panels popped back inside, and the table looked exactly like a regular table again. He slammed his fist into the compass on the table and it went into the table, then the bottoms of the table's and the chair's legs opened and the wheels went inside, revealing metal plates. They scratched against the street and slowed the table down.
When the table stopped, he unrolled the sign. it said, 'Noah's paper crafts and cutouts!'
The city around him was dirty, rusty, smelly, and around every corner was a group of police.
He sold to almost everyone in the city. And everyone loved Noah. He was nice, smart, and had very low prices.
"Hey there Noah, hows it going? You're out early today..." Maurice asked. Maurice was Noah's friend for as long as Noah could remember. He allowed him into his store to hide from cops trying to arrest him. When his business was open Maurice would talk to him and keep him company, and whenever he met him he would be very nice.
"Good, I lost some supplies the other day, I have no idea where they are. But other then that, I'm still doing good. How about you?" Noah asked.
"Great. Allot of ice cream sold, and I'm slowly getting richer and richer. Soon I'll overthrow the dictator... Well, in the meantime right now seems like a good time to go to the bathroom, bye Noah!" Maurice said.
Noah sold a bit, and chatted with a few familiar faces, but then a strange individual approached him.
"Hey Noah, anything new today?" a kid in a mask asked. Noah had never heard this kid's voice before, but maybe it was just the gas mask tampering his voice... And his style of clothing was like no one else had. On his gas mask said 'not Garry' and had leather pants and a leather shirt.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"Maybe, I certainly know about you. Me and my friends love your work. I need to tell you something Noah." He replied.
"OK, but maybe later. I need to sell this stuff to have more room for tomorrow's trip." he said.
He looked around and walked behind Noah, he whispered into Noah's ears.
"They're coming." he said.
"What?" Noah said. Noah looked around. Nobody was there.
"What do you mean? Is this a joke? Because these days jokes like that are not funny..." Noah said.
Then two other kids grabbed Noah and pulled him away into an ally. The kid took his table and pushed it into the ally with him. They dropped him onto the floor and two of them walked back out of the ally to make sure nobody saw them.
"Noah, I'm a huge fan of yours, so are my friends. The cops know about how many times you've broken into the restricted junkyard, and their angry. Their gonna kill you anyways now." he said. The two came back and said that cops are coming, but they weren't that close.
He heard the cops yelling from not so far away.
"I need you to go back to the restricted junkyard and get anything you can to build a base." He said.
"Wait what? How did you know that I go to the junkyard." Noah said.
"Please just do this Noah, it's important!" he interrupted.
They picked him up and put him on the seat. Noah started up the motors and he zoomed out of the ally and into the town. The police shouted 'stop!' and 'there he is!' Noah was faster with his rockets at only second power, but there were more of them then him, and more cops came from around the corner.
Noah set the table to the third power, the vacuums came out and the cops jumped out of the way. Noah raced from the street into the restricted junkyard without even stopping to think. He burst through the doors and raced into the piles of wires, supplies and valuables. He shoved stuff onto the table.
He rushed out the gate with a big pile of everything on the table strapped down with rope. The outside was easy for about a second, but suddenly, the streets were swarming with cops, helicopters and cop cars were everywhere. It was like they had been waiting for him. Noah had no choice, they were gonna kill him anyways now.
He rushed towards the center, dodging bullets and cops everywhere. He had no weapons to use so he couldn't fight back. He didn't dodge anymore, he just plowed through cops and
And he burst through them. He went in a zigzag pattern and rushed into the city. The city had even more cops, but he just kept going. He didn't zigzag anymore, he was just plowing through everything and everyone. He roped down the supplies, but they were still in his way. He couldn't see anything and the table was starting to crack.
Noah could only look sideways because the supplies blocked his view. So when he looked back he was about to miss the only turn to his town, he turned and almost knocked down the entire table, the cops were now everywhere around him. If he went home now they'd know where he was. He took out a brick and threw it at the car windshield. The car stopped and caused a big pileup, the other cops couldn't see him go in from where he was, and the helicopters couldn't see past the smoke and couldn't get past the roaring fire.
He took a shovel off the pile and dug a big hole, and dumped everything into it. He put on a stone circle on it and covered it with dirt. Then he jumped in and became completely silent. He felt and heard the stomps of at least a thousand men running across the ground. He heard the helicopters flying above and the cars racing around the ground.
He was hoping one of them didn't step on his hatch and find him, but eventually, the pounding and yelling went away. And Noah had to get to work before the three guys came back. He expected they were some little organization of rebels to overthrow the dictator.
He took pickaxes to the dirt and broke it apart, the dirt kept on caving in, so he had to dig out and entire section and then put on a concrete roof, then he needed to fill the area above with dirt. He dug out more room until eventually it was about fourteen times bigger and a bit deeper than before. He then put the walls together by combining bricks and concrete. He didn't know how, but he knew this stuff, and he was having fun?
He used paper and old sticky materials to make wallpaper, and used old sheep wool and more sticky stuff to make a fluffy floor a carpet, he completely covered the sticky stuff with two layers of wool, he made it so there was no sticky stuff left.
Eventually he had a bunker with thirteen rooms! It had beds, carpets, wall paper, but no furniture other furniture or any way to get food.
The sun was halfway across the sky, and Noah had no sleep, a bit of water, and no food. He spent the entire time building the bunker. When he started it was the day before, and now it was almost six o'clock on the next day. Noah fell into his bed, and immediately fell asleep.
About an hour later Noah woke up to a knocking on the hatch. He grabbed a brick and made his way to the hatch cautiously. He opened the door and the three kids who told him to make a bunker hopped in.
"Oh it's you three," Noah said. He put his brick down on the floor and let them in.
"Wait, you actually did what we told you? Also, what happened, why do you look like that?" He asked. Noah was gray, he had about seven bags under his eyes, he had cement and wool stuck to his hands, and he looked like he hadn't eaten in days rather than just one.
"All the time I spent down here I was working on the bunker. I didn't eat or drink anything..." Noah said. One of them gave him a sandwich and a bottle of water, he ate and drank them almost immediately.
"There's more where that came from," he said. They walked in and dropped several bags on the floor.
"When we said make us a base we didn't mean this much!" another of them said. Noah followed them into first and biggest room.
"Who are you guys anyways?" Noah asked.
"We're rebels! We are huge fans of what you do, our final base was destroyed by police a few days ago. Then we found your table. We saw you leave, and we decided it would be best if we would team up. To overthrow the dictator!" he said.
"Why are you fans of me? And if your last base was destroyed then why didn't you just make another by yourselves?" Noah asked.
"When we saw you flying down the road we were all sitting in an ally scavenging. You were amazing. And it was obvious you were a better builder, our base looked horrible!" Garry said.
They took off their equipment and put it over by the table machine. Noah looked into the bags, they were filled with guns, weapons, and supplies.
"Where did you get these! Guns aren't allowed to the people!" Noah said.
"We stole them from a rule men station right before we got here. Now we are officially armed!" Garry replied.
Garry was a tall slim boy with black hair wearing long jeans and a blue shirt. Dave was a strong bald man with a black tank top and jeans that went past his legs. And Lizzy was a kinda short had long brown hair, glasses, and had regular sized jeans, and had a red tank top.
"Just don't touch the table, I need to fix it. Also, I have a question, where are we going? And also, how far are we going?" Noah asked.
"About fifteen miles... Why is that too much?" Garry asked.
"Did you really make this, all this?" Lizzy said.
"Yeah, is that really so surprising?" Noah asked.
"I don't know, you're just a kid like us. And for someone as small as you it would be very hard," Dave said.
"But I've been making things almost all my life, and if you made a base then how is it surprising I did?" Noah said.
"Well then, you're pretty good. Glad to have you on the team. Now go get some rest and eat something. We need you to make us something," Garry said.
Garry left the room, confused and worried. Confused because these three just show now, and worried because what if they're just bounty hunters for the dictator in disguise and were going to arrest him in his sleep. But if they were or not, they were stronger, had guns, and brought food and water.
He ate some fruit and almost drank a whole bottle of water, then he almost fell asleep immediately. He woke up, Garry was shaking him, and his cheek had drool flowing down it. He opened eyes and sat up.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You've slept almost ten hours, the sun is coming up. We need you to build that thing for us," Garry said. He pulled him up and walked him to a room filled with all of his tools and building materials.
"How did all my tools get down here?" Noah asked.
"We brought them down for you, since the cops are after you, it'll be hard for you to leave for the next couple of days." Garry said.
Dave walked in with giant pieces of wood in his arms, and Lizzy walked in with piles of tools in her hands.
"Here's the rest Garry," Lizzy said.
"What do you want me to build?" Noah asked. Garry unrolled a map. It showed the town, and what was beyond it. Under the towns were their names. And under the bunker, was HOME. Far beyond the base, and the city. Was something that looked like a factory. Under it marked 'mission one'.
"Why does that say mission one? Is this your first mission?" Noah asked.
"Maybe, is that really a concern?" Lizzy said.
"How long have you been in this group?" Noah asked. Garry sighed.
"Listen, none of us are very skilled. But we need to stick together, No, none of us have seen any action, when they destroyed our last base, it was our only base, and we ran away first second we saw them... And no, they weren't coming after us we figured out." Garry said.
Noah wasn't worried anymore about them being bounty hunters in disguise, he was worried about being killed because they had never been in any action!
"Have you ever fought anyone?" Noah asked.
"No. Why?" Dave asked. Garry was about to cry. Noah was gonna die because three kids talked him into building a giant base for them.
"So what do you need ME for?" Noah asked.
"Like we said when we first saw you, you were racing down the streets! When you went to sleep. We checked out your table. It was the only thing we'd ever seen that was technical, and not in the hands of the rule men..." Dave said.
"And you're only one kid! You're probably the only person ever to do something like this other than us in years! We're horrible at making things! That's why we need you, you can build, none of us can build like you." Lizzy said.
Garry rolled up the map, he gave Noah a hammer and nails.
"We need you to make us a vehicle of war, something that can fight, and fit all of us inside." Garry said.
"I'll see what I can do," Noah said. The three left the room, and Noah got to work. He looked at what he had, he never had as much as he did now. He rolled out a blank piece of paper on the ground, he drew something, something big. He immediately got to work.
He took curved pieces of wood and made a very large tube. He cut rectangular windows into the sides and cut out a door, then he put seats in front of all the windows, then put a light bulb over the center of the room.
On the top he nailed down a mushroom cap and dug out a hatch on the bottom of it to get in. Then he nailed a seat down to the floor and cut out a wide window in front of it. He stuck the top of the old table to the curve in front of the seat. He couldn't fit it in right, so he had to fill the rest in with more wood. After that, he put back on the legs of the table and filled in the rest with cloth.
Technically he didn't have much. Only wires, levers, and buttons. Also the parts from his table. He made a replica of the thing he'd already built, but without the seats, the lights, and the table. He took off the bottom and put it on top of the original. He planned to use the area inside for wiring. He attached wheels to the bottom and attached old tank tread to the wheels. He configured the tread to hold onto the ground. This meant that they couldn't fall over on hills, but they also couldn't float up in waste lakes.
He attached a lever to the top of the table and wired it to the wheels. Then he stuck two car batteries inside the hollow space on the top of the vehicle. He had barely enough space to wire one solar panel right next to each battery, and cut out holes for them to show. He attached the same compass that he had attached to his table to the control area on the machine, he wired it so when he pressed it the solar panels would flip out and collect energy.
Then he thought, what would happen when they try and get it out of a hole? He fixed that issue, he attached the rockets he had before to the inside of the machine. He made a button and labeled it 'jump' and when he pressed it the rockets would go shoot out of two hatches on the bottom and start charging, then they would fire and burst off the ground. It wasn't completely stable, and it could make them fall flat on their face, but Noah didn't have time to think of anything else.
Then Noah looked over to his pile of supplies, they had somehow gotten him two more air engines, probably from where he got them, the restricted junkyard. He attached them, but something was wrong. They were new designs. Were the police starting to catch onto his 'rocket vehicle' idea? He couldn't think about that now. He quickly attached the rockets and got to work.
He got an idea. What if they needed to turn. With the vehicle only going strait, they couldn't turn if they needed to. So he took three of the wheels from his old table and put them sideways. He put them directly above the treads, and directly below the top part. Then, he wired them so they would move up, for the top, and down, for the tread, then move so the parts they touched would turn.
When he pushed a button that had a right arrow on it, the tread would stop moving and turn a tiny bit. And then the top would turn. The same with the left button directly next to it. Now they could turn freely and escape.
Once he was done he cut out the windows and hatch again for the outer layer. He made sure he avoided letting any of the wires be seen or touchable. He cast them to the side when the windows got in their way. He put on a ladder for the hatch, and made a tiny fenced area inside the first floor and put crates in it, they were filled with food and water and supplies.
Noah had finally finished. It had almost been five hours, and he ate only two things and drank one and a half water bottles. He was proud, and surprised. This was the first thing he'd made for a battle. He had no idea what he was doing really, and the only blueprints he had was a small sketch of what he'd made.
The machine that Noah made was big and slow. But it could take bullets and not have a scratch. He looked at the width of the wood and used only the biggest ones. He made sure it was almost as strong as a tank. It couldn't fire on it's own, but with people inside it was a war machine.
He heard something, from outside. He walked past Lizzy, Garry, and Dave who were sleeping. Then he opened the hatch to look outside. A yellow creature in white was being dragged away by two people.
"This one should help us make more power..." One of them said.
"Yeah, or she could be a doctor..." The other said. And Noah slowly closed the hatch, he had no idea what was happening. But he just assumed that he was dreaming from not sleeping.
He closed the hatch and went into the room where Lizzy, Garry, and Dave were sleeping. He was tired, proud, hungry, thirsty, and confused at how he did that. Everyone was asleep, the lights were off. And they seem to of forgotten the custom made beds Noah had made.
But one of the beds inside one of the rooms. It had a note on it. 'We got tired and fell asleep, tomorrow we will go on our mission and see your machine. Right now, eat a bit, drink a bit, and get some sleep. -G'. Noah did what the note said. And for the first time in a while, he slept quickly, but thinking about if what he saw outside was true or fake... And if it has to do with the factory.
CHAPTER ONE END...