Disclaimer:
When I write this stuff, I'm just trying to get the important things down. I'm not worrying too terribly much about description or transitions. I'm concentrating on getting the plot and some character development down. Seeing as how I have writing ADD, I only have the very beginning down. I have written out a general idea of how the plot will progress, but that is omitted for now.
Any and all feedback, positive or negative, is greatly appreciated.
“I know you’re probably against the idea, but at least consider it.”
“You’re starting a revolution. I’m not going to destroy my nation.”
“It’s not a revolution.”
“You’re changing the government.”
“No, I’m making a new nation.”
“But you’ll still be taking the land.”
“Frank, it’s just dirt.”
“It’s dirt that people shed their blood for.”
“Theirs and the blood of others, but look at how this dirt is being used.”
“The ideals of our country are what matters.”
“You know those are gone with the wind.”
“I refuse to believe it. We still have our freedom.”
“Do we?”
Frank paused.
“So where should we start?”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Frank, listen to me. You know everything’s going downhill. The whole world’s on its way to hell.”
“You’re looking through filtered lenses.”
“You’re just keeping your eyes closed.”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Frank, my friend. I need you. I need your help with this.”
“I can’t do it.”
“I’ll leave the door open for you. You’ll know where to find me when the time comes.”
“You’re making a mistake.”
“I could say the same of you.”
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“Yesterday, the terrorist group known as The Republic struck again. An EMP bomb was detonated in Times Square. There were no casualties, but billions of dollars in equipment and data were lost. Here is the President with-“
Frank turned off the television.
You crazy fucker. You need to stop this.
The doorbell rang. Frank opened the door. There stood two men in suits.
“Frank Panime?”
“Yes? What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
“Would you please come with us, sir?”
“Who are you?”
“We’re the FBI, Frank.” The agents flashed their badges.
“What is this about?”
“Frank, come with us.”
“No, what is this about?”
“Frank, if you don’t come with us peacefully, we will force you to come with us.”
Frank paused, staring at the agents. He then proceeded through the door, closed it, locked it, and followed the agents into their vehicle. They blindfolded him.
“Why am I being taken?”
“We’ll talk when we reach our destination.”
“Where are we going?”
“That isn’t important.”
Frank was silent for the remainder of the ride. He was led out of the vehicle, down several flights of stairs, and sat down in a chair.
“You really don’t know why we’ve brought you here, Frank?”
“No! What’s going on?”
“We have evidence that strongly suggests you are connected with The Republic.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter, Frank?”
“What the hell kind of evidence is that?”
“We have reliable sources.”
“What sources? What are you guys talking about?”
“I don’t think he’s going to willingly admit anything, sir.”
“I agree. Bring him to the cell.”
“What?”
Frank stood up quickly, kicked away the chair, and attempted to bolt but was stopped by two powerful bodies. As soon as he was restrained, he ceased resisting. He was brought down a long hallway and placed into a cell.
“I demand a lawyer!”
“Terrorists don’t get lawyers.”
“I’m not a terrorist!”
There was no response. There was no response for another 2 days, despite calls Frank made. The third day, under much hunger and thirst, Frank heard a voice.
“Let’s try this again.”
“What is wrong with you people?”
“No, Frank. What is wrong with you people? Destroying vital infrastructure, disrupting patriotic events, creating an EMP bomb and detonating it in time square… That’s very disturbing, Frank.”
“I had nothing to do with those!”
“Still denying after days of no food or water?”
“I’m telling the truth!”
“You’re a hard nut to crack, Frank. Bring him to the chamber.”
“Chamber? What?”
There was a loud blast, and a shockwave knocked Frank unconscious. He awoke to a white light, with a nurse standing at the bedside.
“He’s awake.”
Frank blinked, and slowly sat up.
“Where am I?”
A man standing in the doorway replied, “A safe place.”
“Look, I’m tired of all this secret bullshit. What’s going on?”
“How could you forget me?”
Frank thought for a moment.
“My God…”
“So much for you finding me, huh Frank?”
“You bastard. It’s probably your fault I was in there in the first place.”
“They don’t even know about me, Frank. Someone sold you, and the Feds took it hook, line, and sinker. They didn’t even treat you fairly, did they?”
“They thought I was a terrorist!”
“But a terrorist is still a person.”
“God damnit!”
“You know things are bad news, Frank.”
“No, really?”
“No need for sarcasm, now.”
“Fuck off.”
“Let’s get you some food and water, then you can tell me to ‘fuck off’.”
Frank didn’t object. Within a minute, a tray of food and drink was placed on Frank’s lap.
