Insanity ... by Jack

Zane sat eating eggs with bacon.

He then decided to walk to his friend's house and play kick to kick. Angus agreed a kick in the park would be fun. They arrived at the oval, near the community garden and kicked and played while the bees buzzed, the seeds sprouted and a parent laid down a picnic basket. A distant noise roared in the background, a minute later a jet came zooming past dropping crates. When they landed they burst into what seemed to be nothingness. I looked at Angus completely still, sweating, his eyes bloodshot. What the hell was happening?

"Angus" I loudly say, both confused and nervous.

Angus's hands start fidgeting uncontrollably. His eyes move around until they lock onto mine, we both stand there motionless until he lunges straight at me. Grabbing hold of my throat I kick at him to no avail. I try to struggle away but he has too strong a grip. My lungs start to scream as intense pain fills my stomach, leaving me weeping and screaming in agony. I feel my consciousness slip away.

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I wake up in a dull grey room, my head throbbing. "What happened?" I ask. A woman approaches that looked like a dentist.

"From what we've heard a high-tech machine has been made that affects the way the neuron system works, so whoever deployed this controlling mechanism would have a coding base. There they can turn humans into living machinery that obeys their command. This can be done both manually or all the controlled people have one mission, this would be more likely because no country has enough population of coders. However a few marines' military officers etc. could be manually controlled. By now you're also probably wondering why anyone in this facility isn't being controlled and the answer to that is a professional Australian hacker decoded some of the UK's plans and quickly put a mutation in a nearby egg farm. After consuming these eggs a special fluid got into our blood streams making us immune.

"Wow, complicated," I reply.

"In essence we are the Anerosics, the rebellions, and the fighters to reclaim the world as it used to be!" a cheer of approval roared for the dentist's speech. She came over to me and asked "What's your name and age?"

"Zane and I'm 14," I reply.

"Ok we are going to raid an army camp, you're 14 so you're an eligible age to fight. Follow me, I'll show you your weaponry.

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I was taken to another room stashed with all sorts of weaponry.

"Do you have any firearm/knife wielding abilities?"

"No," I reply.

She hands me a Makarov (pistol) then walks out of the room and returns with a chef's knife. I look around at the people surrounding me with weapons. Some have double barrelled shotguns, Glocks, staple guns, 8mms, steak knives, and one person even had an Ak47. The man that had the Ak47 came over to me. "Kid ya better aim dat Makarov properly, it only got 4 rounds in it kid."

He taught me overnight how to fire and reload and arm the gun. It was tiring but worth it because what the Anerosics were going into - hell - would be an understatement.

In the morning three teams were sorted out, the main team consisting of fifty people and two flank teams both consisting of twenty-five. I was sorted to the left flank team.

Each team had their own armoured van. We pulled up at an army camp that had four towering buttresses, one for each corner, titanium plated. The buttresses had miniguns on them. The full structure was built out of stone. "This isn't an army, it's a fortress," I say to Shane (person with Ak47).

The main team poured in. Men jumped to the two front buttresses reading their miniguns. The main team shot with Makarovs and Glocks. The minigun started to spin around as the men took cover from their bulky guns. The miniguns finished spinning, releasing a hell for Zane to see. The minigun peppered the ground, tearing through people, splattering gore and blood throughout the start of the fortress. The right flank team jumped out holding all sorts of weapons. The man on the minigun ran back from his buttress returning with a rocket launcher.

The rocket flew from the gun, the right team tried to retreat but the rocket connected and hit the team, turning them into unrecognisable corpses. This attack was failing, down in the pit of my stomach butterflies flew around. I jumped out drawing my Makarov, the man on the buttress yelped in pain when his minigun overheated. The team ran to the closest wall putting on C4, we backed up preparing for the blast. An ear-shattering bang came from the C4 giving us a good path. Shane went first, shouldering his Ak47, five men abruptly jumped at us, crumpling down to the ground because of Shane's lightning quick reflexes. We got to the middle of the fortress and men jumped down surrounding us. Shane twirled around and started shooting his Ak47. I started shooting blind at people, missing most but occasionally getting a shot to the leg. The gun jammed and I threw it to one side, ducking under a muscular man with no weapon apart from his fists. I jolted up connecting my elbow with the man's head, he went down cold. We kept running until we made it to a dusty room with a metal door with a finger scan next to it.

"Son of a flappy bird!" cursed Shane.

The lights flickered then went off, green laser beams surrounding us.

"Dammit they got night vision," said Shane.

Bullets poured through the room. I heard shouts from both opposing sides as they went down. I felt a kick to the head, fell to my knees, then...

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I woke up in a chair, a man in a black suit and polished shoes stood in front of me.

"I am the leader who released the virus. We created the virus to protect you, to find the one, the chosen one." He walks back and unlocks a safe revealing an old piece of paper with writing on it..

"There are two ways of curing the virus. However there is a rumour that the airstrikes shot by us at NASA also contained an antivirus, that isn't correct. Only the jetfighters had antivirus missiles as well as the virus ones. The Anerosics luckily decoded some of our top secret plans and made a quick vaccine. However it isn't true that they'll be immune forever, the antivirus will only last for one week."

I felt anger wash over me but I stayed calm. You can choose Anerosics or us, we know you will turn fifteen in the next 24 hours. I turned as Shane came through the door. "Anerosics or us?" he paused. "Me and Shane or that weird geeky dentist Quintle Sylinski."

Rage boiled inside of me. I dived at Shane, he elbowed me in the gut driving the air out of me. I roundhouse kicked him connecting with his jaw. He yelled in pain, I ran out of the fortress grabbing a bike and heading off to the Anerosics base. On the way back I saw both Ms Proudlove and Mr Strict, my school teachers, being controlled. I got to the Anerosics then went to sleep.

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"Our army camp raids were successful, we had heavy casualities, however we gained high tier weaponry. We lost one of our most skilled fighters, Shane.We don't have much time, we need to raid the NASA launch place to get the anti-virus."

We arrived at NASA, I flanked by my self-running into the HQ. Shane walked out with an electric prod.

"So we meet again," said Shane. "Duck!" he screamed.

Cold metal plunged through my throat making me howl in pain. I turned around, navy blue energy shooting from my hand, sizzling it burnt Quintle, making her recoil in pain, dropping her dagger. She lunged at Shane who blocked a desperate punch, then returning with an elbow. In hideous amounts of pain I stretch my arms to the dagger, my muscles screaming, I hurl the dagger connecting with her eye. She howls in pain going down, snap shooting me in the leg. The world goes red then it seems like I was getting lifted. Whiteness spun around me creating a hurricane. Then it felt like I'm freefalling. I hit the ground and everything goes black. As the black slowly evaporates I hear "A god shall be born, then die and then be reborn." I get up.

"This is insanity" I say.