Warning: This story contains pervasive, sometimes sadistic, violence, torture, vulgar, sometimes demeaning, language, sexual themes, nudity, sexual assault, drug use, and some other elements that some might find disturbing. There will be no other warnings besides this one. The thoughts and actions of these characters do not reflect my beliefs and morality. All these characters are products of my imagination.
A/N: This is a sequel to Reconstruction Destruction. It is not required reading but there will be some references to that fic and will be a little easier to understand just reading the first two chapters of that story.
Dante Korenic wasn't surprised to see the innumerable amount of police officers that stood around in ideally strategic positions within the streets of the city. After all, it was to be expected when there was a signing of a new Youth Reconstruction Act.
The new act that would allow the government more power in order to further push the Y.R.A in their favour as well as fight those that opposed it. It would also further restrict what mediocre freedoms citizens of the U.S.A still had. So of course there were going to be protests from the local populace as well as those that lived further away.
Most of the protesters were those that wanted to just try and get their message across by raising their fists and chanting while holding signs up that showed their displeasure. Talk about how things were shit and were just going to get shittier when the new act got passed.
The protest had started out small, but as more and more in and out of towners joined in, the crowd grow into a mass of people that grew more and more bold. Because with their safety in numbers mentality, they felt that they could get away with more and more outlandish protest methods. But even then, the most they did was cause road blocks and force city officials to go the long way around the city or trap those city official vehicles within a sea of bodies. Spray paint the windshields or hit them with silly string. Anything they could do to inconvenience them. Petty things that would accomplish nothing more than maybe pushing back timings.
Some didn't think that the movement would be very big because of the weather. The air was slightly chilling and a layer of snow had already made the streets it's new home. And the snow on the ground was only getting thicker as it continued to fall from the dreary sky. But it didn't seem to stop those that were determined to show up and brave whatever was going to be put against them.
The police would try and make the crowd disperse by throwing flash bangs or push them back with their riot shields. But more than anything, they were just making sure that the protesters didn't get out of hand and kept a reasonable distance away from anything they weren't supposed to be near.
Overall, the protesters kept their word of being peaceful, and because of that, the police couldn't arrest as many as they would have liked, or take more drastic measures. Because even with the Y.R.A, gunning down or beating down protesters wouldn't garner support for the cause. So they only used as much force as was permitted.
Dante looked at those peaceful protesters and felt pity for them. Pity for their naivety. As well as anger. For didn't they see that you couldn't get anywhere with those peaceful protests? Couldn't they see that they would change nothing? That no one would take them seriously and they were nothing more than a joke? Like a few road blocks and a few thousand yellers would stop the new Y.R.A from being signed.
If you really wanted to be listened to, you had to send a strong message. One that couldn't be brushed off or ignored. One that would make people think. One that would inspire people if need be. Or send fear to those that needed to be frightened.
It had been planned for weeks as he and other like minded individuals from across the country went over the details. Until finally, the day of reckoning came.
Just like they had planned, schools from all across the country had came to Washington D.C to witness the new signing. Some of the kids coming along thought that it was just another school trip that they were forced to attend. But others knew that hackers had broken into the school systems and arranged for them to travel to D.C in order for them to participate in Operation Gun Smoke. A violent protest, a revolution, that would make those in charge of the Y.R.A and those politicians think twice before they try to further restrict the rights and freedoms of the youth.
Things were already bad enough.
Forced to kill in a live television event because you were chosen at random? Where was the humanity? There wasn't any.
They said that it was to discourage the youth from becoming evermore violent and to try and get their lives sorted out before things became worse for the nation. But they were selling live coverage of The Program. Was this for the protection of the new generation or was this all for the dollar bill?
Dante knew where he stood in that debate, for things hadn't always been good in America. There had always been violence and poverty and unemployment. So why should one school shooting and one mass riot change the course of The American Dream? Why should people like him and his friends be terrified by the prospect of getting kidnapped during high school so that they could fight and die for the entertainment of some sick fucks?
Checking his watch, Dante saw that it was almost time. And he was scared.
Not scared enough to back off, for this was something that he believed needed to be done. And if he didn't do his part, he'd never forgive himself.
And while he expected resistance, what he, and most others, hadn't expected, were those in camouflage that also mingled in the streets with the black clad police officers.
National guard servicemen.
Why were they there? Was it because they were expecting something big? Or were they just there as a precaution? A deterrent?
Dante didn't know, but that didn't change anything. He was still going to go through with the plan, even if it meant capture or death was more of a likely now.
The time was nigh though, and he didn't have anymore time thinking about his death of capture. It was either move forward and fight, or continue to be oppressed and cower and hope that someone else will fight for you.
He pulled that had been hanging around his neck up his charcoal plaid bandana above his nose and donned a pair of red lensed sunglasses.
Moments later, a loud, high pitched screeching wailed in the air. Dante looked up for a moment and saw a small white circle sailing straight up into the air. When it reached it's apex, it blew into a shower of brilliant red sparks with a loud pop. Almost like a crisp snap, like a gunshot.
Seconds later, more of those red sparks and dry snaps occurred from different streets.
Some hadn't even noticed them as they continued their protests. Others noticed them and continued to watch the skies, not knowing what they meant.
However, those that did know what it signified jumped into action.
Breaking through the crowd of peaceful protesters or coming out from wherever they had been, the assault against the police and the national guard had began as revolutionaries from all around the country answered the call of duty.
Dante watched as home brewed weapons of all kinds were used to attack the government thugs. Ranged weapons such as glass bottles, rocks and bricks were used along with homemade explosives such as pipe bombs and molotov cocktails.
Close range weapons such as baseball bats, knives, chains, and whatever else the students could smuggle in, were used.
And there were firearms as well.
Dante himself had a Glock nineteen handgun and had every intention of using it.
Of course, the police and national guard had their own weapons and firearms. Most of them better than what the home front revolutionaries were using, but you used what you had and Dante knew that they weren't going down without a fight.
Through the initial chaos and confusion, Dante shoved his way through a crowd of protesters and, with the Glock in hand, jogged towards the nearest riot cop.
"Hey! Riot pig!" Dante screamed before he shot the cop in the head, point blank, and spilled his brains into the snow.