• Did you know that the most wonderful feeling of discrete and honest serenity is when its snowing down upon the rooftops, the wet flakes of snow falling from above in many different shapes and patterns. Maybe this is what sets off the sense that you are different, is not the clothes you wear or the job you perform. In my own world, the snowflake is the most beautiful thing ever because it means that me, them... All of us, being the entire runner's division are not actually part of the same job.
    Perhaps the best way to tell this story is by actually going over the beginning of it, and the rest of it similarly. I was a seven year old girl at the time, with my youth still rushing ahead of me when the government decided to enact The Act. My mother and father were apart of the receding group of individuals that called themselves The New Generation. The New Generation was a group focused on accurately stopping the corruption of massive media sponsorships that had actually started the enactment of regret and remorse. The city fell into poverty as only a select few could actually live off whatever paying jobs there were. People fell to petty crime, theft, murder, arson, and all other things to help pay the bills in the end. By this time, nobody, except for my parents and a few other households tried to put a stop to all of this by ordering democracy to put an end to corporation growth. The response however, was devastating.
    The sky rained a haze of shreds of people's clothing and torn pieced of flesh from the gunfire of the military. The Act was the slaughtering of the members of the group, and anybody who had happened to be caught in the crossfire. The government had gotten so tired of getting consistent death-threats and orders for change, that instead a new order of murder was instilled to keep the public quiet. The corporations grew in capital and gained money as a result of this enactment. My mother and father were both history when they rolled out the big guns and tore through the side of an apartment like thick cream. I watched as they both fell from the twentieth story of our apartment complex into the crowd of people bellow, because i was there in the apartment when it had happened.
    The windows sprayed a mist of glass everywhere, which had injured my father's arm as he was standing too close. He held his arm in pain as bullets started going through the building beside us, and all around us we heard nothing but glass being shattered. My mother quickly grabbed me and ran towards the front door, hoping that she could get me safely out of here, but by the time we had the door open, the entire side of the building was blown right off. Daddy landed in front of mommy with both his legs and one of his arms completely torn apart. He spurted blood out as he gave me a horrible look, and barely managed a, "Take her... Elanor..." Before mommy could react though, part the of the building gave way from underneath her, and she grabbed onto the floor while she held tightly onto my arm. We were both dangling under the ruins of what was left of the place i was raised for a minimal spectrum of my life... Now, we both hung for our lives while the building was about to become obliterated.
    "Hunny, hang on. Mommy is going to get you up, and i want for you to rush as fast as you can downstairs," my mother had said as a large creaking noise began to fill the air. While she hoisted me up with what little strength she had, she reached around her neck and tugged off a pendant she had had since she was a little girl herself. The beam she hung onto started to creak as her weight was pulling it downwards. She gave the pendant to me and muttered, "Whenever you feel alone, or afraid, hold onto this tight and daddy and i will comfort you. We both love you so much sweetie, and we always will love you..." And as she uttered her last words, the beam she had hanging onto collapsed, and into the depths of the shrapnel, and deep into the depths of concrete and glass, she fell. I sat there and shouted for my mommy, but i couldn't do anything to help her. The only thing i remember seeing, was her smiling as tears slowly came from her eyes as she had for once in her life looked like she was finally free.
    The government had taken away my family, and had taken away my childhood. The government had taken everything i ever valued as precious to me, so i vowed to always act against the government, to get revenge for the slaughter of my parents, and all the people who had died from The Act that day. I am the remaining member of The New Generation, the only one who had lived through that entire collapse of rebellion, and the only one who can actually take down the world behind me.