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The Aftermath is Secondary

I am the Firebird

I am the Firebird.
I am a killjoy, come from far away to join the fight.
I have come because I cannot stand the thought that BL/ind could win over the whole world, and I had done nothing to stop it.
There's a reason drugs were illegal.
I, for one, would rather die than live a fake life.
I would rather die tomorrow than give up the freedom I fight for.
The drugs...they turn people into zombies! Their souls are dead, but their bodies live on! They don't feel sorrow or pain, but without sadness you cannot truly be happy.
And without true feelings, can you truly be alive?
The people who refuse this half-life are hunted. Forced to fight to survive - always running, never safe.
At least the Dracs aren't that bright; the more elite Exterminators are the ones you have to watch out for.
Killjoys fight back.
They must keep their identities secret, so BL/ind can't come after their families.
Birth-names are traceable.
So I am the Firebird.

Notes

Please comment, this is my first ever fanfic!

Comments

:O Love it! So detailed and great!:)
inactive123 inactive123
5/13/13
Whoa, this is really good!!!!!!!!! I love your writing!!!
falloutlies falloutlies
3/31/13