I remember bits and pieces of the event that changed my life, like little snapshots, just tiny momentary flashes of memory that exist hanging in a sea of blackness. First, there's the explosion, a tiny ball of flame spreading outwards, first far away then it's uncomfortably close and humongous. Next is falling, just a bunch of snapshots of sand, water, metal, and flesh. Then there's the slightest tint of orange as my best friend and I collide mid-air.
Then there's a coppery taste and a mix of crimson and steel, immense pain and then nothing. The blackness stretches on for seconds, minutes, hours, who knows how long. Then there's the worst snapshot of all, I'm laying on a beach covered in blood some of it might be mine, but the majority of it must come from the orange-haired boy across from me on the beach. His hair is covered in sand, his torso is contorted into an anomalous shape, a large scrap of metal protrudes from his chest spattered with blood, his entire body is covered in his crimson life-blood, all except for his mask. It lies there next to cracked and lying half broken the red streaks glare at me from across the beach taunting me, saying that I could've done more, telling me that I failed. That I was their leader and now their dead because of me!
My heart shatters like glass every time I think of it, every time the nightmares infect my dreams, I'll never be free because of what they've done to me. Because of what the world did to us. I will never be free because people couldn't accept us for who we are. I will never be free as long as this discrimination continues; I must end it, I will end it by any means necessary.
The wheel is turning again, and it will crush many under it. It has been fueled by the injustice of this world. The hate, the anger, the discrimination. And soon the world shall be humbled by its power again.
AN:
So, I'm back from my longer than promised hiatus with the promised rewrite. Those of you who followed this story have probably already realized that it's been deleted. Sorry, I was... Okay I might have given up on this story, and only came back to it because I needed to write. I promise to be better at updating this time. Update schedule will be twice a month unless other things get in the way.