Resistance, resistance, resistance...how it plots to tear them all apart. Oh well, he thought, scribbling down more and more lines on a sheet of paper. Eventually it was done. ...He showed his parents, and he was nine, now. His birthday was...yesterday. December 31, 2005. It was January 1, 2006, at 4:30 AM. 4:30 AM, 4:30 AM...the time at which he awoke, to begin a new year. He was pleased to see that still, nobody other than himself was awake; even if his awakening was for a treacherous reasoning. He was fine with that much, didn't bother to fear what could happen to him as he was awake this early. He stared down at the street again to find nobody there. And suddenly, he was filled with anger.
He didn't want this.
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Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
