Look forward to it ~
This is going to be an in-between book while I am writing Fools of Fate. I will aim to make it as realistic as possible.
Here is a sneak peek:
Allen sat at his desk thinking to himself. Thanks to the media, he became the world’s most hated individual. Everyone from the USA to France, to the middle east and even china were looking for ways to ‘question’ him or legally bring him away to some god-forsaken hole in the ground.
“Sigh…It figures that they would go this far. I mean after all…” Allen’s thought trailed off when he flipped the channel of the TV in his living room. A pretty newscaster with platinum blonde hair was talking. Something about Trump and his possible relation to the next world war, yada yada blah blah. Shit he heard many times before the election and plenty after.
“This just in, we have a report by people on the scene that the F.B.I has found and surrounded the residence of alleged terrorist Allen T. Fielder.” The screen changes to a fly-by helicopter view of his run-down apartment building.
“That was quick.” Allen said blandly. He knew that it would only be a matter of time until they showed up. Allen looked at his little red netbook that lied on his bed open. On the screen were various stock market charts that showed lines deeply reaching for zero. NASDAQ, S&P 500, and a few others were bottoming out in real-time.
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He changed the channel to a different news station and saw various cities that were covered in flames. The white house was burning, the blue house was simply a crater, while Moscow on the other hand had corpses litter the streets, not a single damaged building in sight.
Allen once again fell into his thoughts. Soon enough, he saw the familiar people in black combat suits entering the building though cameras he put up. They carefully walked through the lobby, up the stairs, and bashed in his door with a large black pole that had “knock-knock” written on it. With another sigh, he packed up his little HP netbook and walked out of the wooden shed that he called home.
“Idiots…” he said to no one in particular.
He walked out of the shed and over to a Starbucks, connected to the wifi via the T.O.R. network, and resumed watching the news.
“The alleged terrorist has once again escaped custody. Mass protests and bounty hunters have flooded the city of San Fransico looking for this young man to make him pay for committing this horrible act.” The pretty newscaster said with a slightly worried tone.
“Making me pay? Horrible acts?” Allen laughed to himself.
They were the ones who tore the world apart. They were the ones who destroyed the stock market. They were the ones who ruined my father’s life and killed him publicly…and they want me to pay?
Allen laughed to himself again.
“Don’t worry everyone…I’m just getting started.” He said softly with an evil smile. “…and you will all suffer.”