Hey guys! I see lots of people looking at the idea page so I thought I'd at least start the story.
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Before now, there was life. There was an existence where you never had to worry about food, shelter, or the Cranks. Life was just what everyone made of it. But that was a very long time ago, back before the solar flares hit. You want to talk about an apocalypse; the world turning into a crispy piece of toast, so to speak, is definitely a great way to go. Humans have this very odd destructive pattern between themselves, sabotaging each other's lives as though it were a game. I've never understood the human capacity for violence. If I could live back when Civilization actually existed I would enjoy every minute of it and I would be the most peaceful person on the planet, as much as possible anyway. Humans destroy anything they don't agree with get rid of everything they dislike or are afraid of.
Unfortunately, I've come to find myself as one of those things that they're afraid of. They wanted to create a bio weapon that would get rid of any and all who stood against them, our government would be unstoppable. The only thing they didn't account for, where the solar flares. The virus was being transported to an unknown location somewhere it could be fully weaponized but the vehicle that it was being transported in wrecked or was taken over, I'm not sure, but what I am sure of, is that the man-made virus V3FLR was released that day. At first, as I understand it, it was contractible through the air, breathe and you were infected. The only issue, was that they never could have predicted that the virus would eat away at the cognizant part of the brain. That it would destroy any and all thinking as though it were eating away at your own soul. The man-made virus with no cure came to be called the Flare, the infected became known as Cranks, and to the world's dismay...there was no cure. The virus proved to be fast acting as with every person it infected it mutated. Making the creation of a cure nigh impossible. Humanity's only hope? Children, born after the Flare had been released, seeing as how they were unaffected by the air infection they were called the immune. I personally have a hard time believing that is a lot of people are still alive so what qualifies these children to be immune I wonder…what makes them special? You don't know me, and I don't know you, but what I do know, is that if you don't get me out of here...I will kill you. For that is what I do. My only goal. I want to live. I want to survive. And worst of all? I want to feed.
You humans think that your hunger is something to be afraid of. That what little food you hold in your stomachs is sad… but you don't know hunger. You don't know thirst. The only thing you do know is that you should be afraid of me. I am not like the children you hold here at W.I.C.K.E.D. I may not be special but I am different. Look at me. My eyes are violet in color, my canines sharper than most and can elongate on demand, and I have the strength of a thousand men. The only thing keeping me here? A boy. A boy whose hair literally changed color depending on what light he stood in. I spoke with him often along with someone by the name of Thomas.
My name is mg1. I am the first generation of mutated Flare victims that has the most unique qualities yet. I've spent a lot of time by myself. I've spent a lot of time in the dark, and I've spent a lot of time in a padded room. Think what you will of me. Do what you will to me but I will never break...or at least I'll try not to. What choice do I have but to stay strong? My thirst at your mercy, my hunger your control, but the only thing you cannot control is my heart.
W.I.C.K.E.D thought I was the solution to the virus. A way that the infected could at least survive, mostly as a normal person, but I do not wish my curse upon anyone. I fight. I swear I fight hard. The only issue that I have is that they're holding him against me. Throw me in the pit of Darkness. I dare you. I will come back stronger but the only thing human about me anymore is my capability to love someone so much that I would do anything to keep them alive. Or at least that's the way it seems to be...whether or not they remember me is a totally different conversation.
My story is a very small one. It's not a happy one and it contains very little. I don't know much, but what I do know is that W.I.C.K.E.D is not good. They are out for a cure and they are willing to sacrifice any and all to gain it. So buckle up ladies and gentlemen because the story that you are about to hear is not only the story of the maze but it is also mine and how I came to be a monster inside of it.
So that's the beginning. Let me know what you think. Reviews welcome.
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