Summary- The war waged through the city. No one every thought it would come to this. A civil war broken out between the peoples of Atlantis. Countries vs. countries, friends vs. friends. What is Atlantis coming too?
A/N- Pre- slash/slash McShep. Flash backs are in italics. Character death. Also, this is not meant to offend anyone so please no flames. No offense is meant in this story. I don't personally think this way, my characters do. So please don't take offense. I own Ella and Janice by the way. Enjoy!
Forsaken
Chapter 1-it began with a Disagreement
Rodney dodged down the hallways of Atlantis with his gun, a deeply saddened expression on his face and blood all over his shirt. 'How could it come to this? Why could we just resolve the problem ourselves…?' Rodney thought to himself as he took cover behind a fallen wall.
Flash back-
"Unbelievable! Those snot nosed Americans hid the Stargate program from my government for the longest time! Look that this place! All the advancements we could have used in the civil war!" An Irish scientist ranted to her co-worker, "And the Canadians are no better! Those arrogant, cocky bastards!" she finished as her co-worker sighed.
"Ella, listen, don't go judging people you barely know. Need I remind you that you are new here?" Her co-worker, Janice, said with a light tone.
"No you don't. I just don't like these people. I mean you, Janice, I like. That's because you are nice. Everyone else here just looks at me like I'm dirt because I just got out of a civil war. You know what everyone says about the Irish, they can't keep out of trouble!" Ella said with a grunt as she typed on her computer.
"Well how could you like me if I'm American? Hmm…?" Janice asked with a icy edge to her voice, "I may be nice but I'm still American. I've noticed the way you tried to switch my flag patch a few days back. I didn't want to mention it earlier because I didn't want to start a fight, but now…now I get it. You are trying to convert what you think is the only kind American to Irish! I get it now…" Janice said with a slam of her lap top screen, "I won't take this anymore." Janice stood up and went to leave.
"FINE! THEN IT'S WAR WITH YE!" Ella shouted as Janice stormed out.
Days later…things only got worse.
Janice was in her lab working by herself. A few male Irish scientists walked in and circled her desk.
Janice looked up, "What are you guys doing?" She asked as she looked from face to face confused.
One of the men raised a gun with a silencer and fired.
Janice was murdered and the divide began.
TBC!