I am currently in between classes in the lunchroom, bored. Currently classes is a mix of military training, military history, and college level educations for our chosen functions in the military. I am to be the Blacksmith of the military. Making gunblades just like my father.
Which means it's time for learn chemistry and stuff like welding for real. Which a lot of it is review for blacksmithing. But this chemistry has been fun. Dad never taught me how to make a bomb. I'm scheduled to make my first bomb tomorrow. With help over the webcam. I will be doing it by myself due to safety risks which makes sense to me. Even if it means I'm in a dangerous position. I'm concerned and relaxed. Cause I'm tough enough to survive a grenade if Hemlock can survive that damn death beam my father used on him recently. I'm really groomed, he isn't. I'll be fine.
When a Slave walks by and puts food on my table. Dropping off a tray of cheeseburgers while his stomach grumbles. I just try to look away and ignore him.
But that bitch August shows up to guilt trip me. Just like Hemlock.
"I'm amazed Hemlock tolerated you. He hates slavery, ya know. I barely tolerate it myself. I'm gonna get rid of it when I'm in charge." She says, smug and malefic.
Her posture and tone suggest violence. Just like always. Like she wants to fight me over using a slave.
"Just leave it be August. We can't control it." I say, stiff and tense.
"Why not? We're the soldiers here. We control the guns. We can control the politics at Gunpoint." August says angrily.
She storms off, leaving me in silence after a moment of glaring at me.
Next I hear she's arguing with Generals about slavery. With Jacob and Lucius beside her. It gets tense immediately. Too tense. I don't hear the argument cause I'm too far.
But I see it escalate mid-bite of my cheeseburger. The General smacks August across the face.
The trio grins malefically.
"Let's do a fucking hostile takeover." Jacob says with eager bloodlust.
"What did you say to me?" General says, shocked.
"I'm still tempted to play fair. So yeah. Let's take it over. We'll play nice with those that play along to my tune." August says cockily.
Then August activates her magic. Mind Control. Everyone in the lunchroom is compelled to kneel with something like psychic gravity bringing my bones down to kneel. I kneel.
Three fourths of the room kneels, excluding August and her trio. August grins with malefic glee. And the others grin sadistically as well.
"Play nice or I'll make you slit your own throat." August threatens cockily.
The General draws a thick gunblade off his back. As do two soldiers. A scarred woman and a skinny young man with a orange buzzcut.
Jacob blitzes them. I've seen him do it too many times as we grew up in the same time. He was scarier than everyone he was mad. He was always a rebel.
He moves like a blur, faster than me. I see him drive his fists into his throats after dashing forward, followed by kidney punches for all of them.
"Now you kneel." August says cockily. "We're sick of slavery. America is liberal now. Get rid of them or we take over."
It explodes from there as apparently the General called security. But most of them I see. Are kneeling outside the lunchroom windows. They must be kneeling when they get within range of her.
"The Empress says kneel, piss ants." August says with cocky malice. "Time to be liberal, I'm sick of Republican America."
She turns to the slave watching with horror in the corner. A tall, orange, black, and white tiget man wearing a tuxedo.
"You're free to go. Or join us in this war." August says warmly.
The Slave's eyes water. I beg for it not to happen silently. But he stands tall and firm.
"I fight for my people now." He says seriously.
August picks up the General's gunblade and tosses it to him. Too casually. With one hand. Why is she that strong? I've never understood these people that always raped my town. And America. How did she even get this far?
"None of you are fucking real! I'm a real Golden Nugget of the military! I got this!" The Redhead Soldier beside the General yells angrily.
He pushes himself up, drawing two pistols with bayonets on the end. August glares at him, and uses her more magic. Metal chains grow from the ground, but the Nugget dodges.
"I've always hated Nuggets. I never understand why any of you spoiled fucks matter." August says, cold and bored.
Lucius is behind this Nugget, pressing his revolver against the back of his head. When did he get- he fired! And the Nugget falls to his knees, but he's not bloodied. He's tough, we have a chance.
I can feel the pressure lightening on myself. Then of all people, Hemlock enters the room and stands in front of me.
"Ruben, do you really want to push this? We're at the point of war. Don't fight this. Just accept America is changing." Hemlock says, sad and serious.
I surge forward, trying to slam Hemlock into the ground. But Hemlock was not there. He was behind me, putting me in a chokehold.
"You're my pet project babe. I'll always love you. I know you can redeem yourself. Don't do this." Hemlock says, sad and loving as he chokes me.
The Nugget gets tackled by Deatrix. Tripped with his feet during the tackle into the ground. Then Jacob stands, drawing a kitchen knife. And slits his throat. It sounds like a tire popping as he drives through his hardened flesh. And blood leaks out his throat quickly. Covering his throat like a red curtain.
Then Deatrix stands up and does his stupid meme I've always hated when he goes full psycho.
"Get stomped out. Fear and Hunger style bitch " he says with angry bloodlust.
He begins repeatedly stomping the Nugget's skull in. As suddenly the room fills with Rebels. People in plain clothes from my hometown and other cities. It's August's gang she never talks about. She always denies it. And worse. Other people stand with her, fighting off the soldiers outside. I see Scavo and West from my squad fighting against them. Blowing soldiers to bits.
"That's right babe. There's a rebellion here. We've been cultivating this place long before you got here. Now go to sleep. We'll talk later." Hemlock says, tense and loving.
A surge enters the room when they scream "FOR AMERICA! THEY CAN'T TAKE THIS COUNTRY FROM US! FUCK THESE LIBERALS!"
A militia of civilians enter the room which I'm proud of and scared for. Proud Warriors, they call themselves. Hemlock gets shot in the head, throwing him off of me. I didn't bring any weapons, so I just take a chair and throw it at August Caeser.
She casually catches the chair with one hand, spins it in a circle over her head, and smashes it into a nearby soldiers head. He falls to his knees from the chair, and then she slits his throat with metal finger tips and a horizontal karate chop.
I surge with super speed at August to take her out myself. But Deatrix meets me halfway through, kicking me in the kidney and sending me flying across the room. I gasp and choke on the pain as I slam into a wall.
Deatrix rips a chair leg off a chair and charges at me. But Hemlock steps in front of me, arms spread wide.
"Please don't kill him. He can be redeemed." Hemlock says, loving and serious.
"You're blinded by love, Hemlock. Don't stop this." August says sadly.
"I've got this. Relax." Hemlock says seriously.
Hemlock pulls his right leg up, and does a mule kick into my skull. Knocking me unconscious.