I wrote this out of sheer boredom.

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By the one known has freak.

Looking face up to the sky, wondering why today of all day I lose my mind and had to kill myself. My logic dictates what one self is not important to the cause nor does one's cares that I was a hero of the revolution. I fought and died, for something I’m not sure I wanted really. A snow flake hits my face. I see the coming storm. I wonder if I’m remembered has a hero or the man who shot his leader. I sure the blood spattered on the snow around me was beautiful. My story begins.

Most people before the great revolt lived in poverty and distrust of the new government after Lincoln’s survived the assassination attempt. His attempt for kindness and compassion to his enemies was returned by hate and his head on Davis’s platter. After that day no one dared to rebel. Millions on millions of people died in the new central government’s 150 year campaign to save our country. America didn’t live up to its ideals fought for by patriot’s blood and union freedoms. There was no Bill of Rights or life, liberty and due process. Only people with any rights where members and the ones who had the money party. People like us had the boot and the shovel. For 140 years my family has been the protectors of the party and its member’s including the great leader, the president. Until I learn the truth.

All party members and the families knew the government was about to lose control of the territories and annex lands of the southern continent and Europe, but we still believe in our power and strength. The peasants were still underneath the countywide firewall. No Music, no literate, no changes of ideas and thought… nothing but government notices, info on the state based education system and state run broadcasts of leave it to Kevin and CNN. Of course throughout history there been people trying to pass heresy like women’s rights and the fact there no Troubles in Asia and the Africa that would harm the citizens of the federal republics, but they we’re swiftly taking care of by the black suits. At the time I was a member of the branch of the federal police force: special security branch. We handle the information blocks and detections. Mostly from japan, they’re still pissed we occupied them during the Franco-Germanic war, and the subsequent nuclear attack from the last remints of British forces in Indochina.

I never thought about it until I saw a transmission from eastern us quadrant 564 to a server off Guam’s free sector, under the name Fakku. †˜Hey tom’ I asked. †˜What the fuck is Fakku?’ †˜Hmmm Jap for fuck’ he said. †˜Ok what is it about?’ I asked. †˜That stupid cartoon porn’ tom said. Cartoon porn? You have to realize most party members didn’t have knowledge of banned items like pornography or human sexually info like that… only thing were though if you stick your pee pee in a woman ho ho and your gravy is mixed with her cells, you make a baby. Non reproductive sex is forbidden. Curious since I’m not married or would my family let me have sex with a non-party member like the plebes would. I wanted to see a female naked. So I click on the site and enter my security pass since all website within the federation are level encoded. What I saw would change my mind.

It’s wasn’t dirty Jap cartoons or porno. I was a statement bolded in red. Join us to destroy the failed republican government. Something told me not to press the link and report the anti-government message to the hit squad, but something told me I should go on further… for the fatherland. Against my training and believes in the great leader… went further down the rabbit hole of the net.

I awoke in a daze. Where the fuck am i? Who the fuck am i? †˜Capt. Are you ok?’ †˜Who am i?’ I asked. †˜Sir I think you should call the field marshal.’ The man said. †˜No, he the marshal’s only son... we all will be killed.’ Just kill him and file an AWOL report.’ The other man said. I need to get out of here. The older man left and the young man put out his side arm. I got to think fast. †˜I remember something… about my father’ I said. †˜The field marshal?’ he said. He lowers his gun enough that I could grab it and snaps his neck.

I have to escape. Why are they trying to kill me? Why am I so important that my father scares the hell out of them? Who am i? †˜Don’t you have someone to kill’? The voice said. I turn around to see nothing behind me. I continue down the hallway and turn to the right. A door in front of me saying exit. I look behind me to see if I’m being chased. I grab the door handle, but in my corner of my eye the sign said †˜Don’t you have someone to kill?’ I blink… the sign goes back to exit.

I exit to a lone street. No one, this seems weird. I walk north, I have no idea why. I can’t shake the idea of who am I supposed to kill. Why do I have to kill anyone? †˜You must kill him’ the voice said. Who I must I kill? †˜The one who control your government’ it said. I not know who he is? An image pops in my head. An image of a man who has a moustache, who wears a pin with a red, white and blue flag with a large red star surrounded by white. Who is he? †˜Your president’.

I find a public terminal a search for this man. 2,978,493 matches. Ok, fuck I’ll just pick one. www.whitehouse.co.ufr/president/centralpartyrep.html
By the grace of god and the wisdom of the central party Former Lt, General John James Walford was chosen to be god’s Representative to the nation has president of the untied federal republics. After copious amounts of reading, I learn where and why I must kill him. The country that came to be after Lincoln’s assassination attempt was horribly turn into something our forefather wanted to avoid. I continue to read on. This doesn’t make sense, why would a man who said he will grant amnesty to his enemies after the civil war, be assassinated? Wouldn’t be in their best benefit to be supportive to the president in sensually saving your lives? †˜Think about it’ the voice said. Was it a conspiracy, was it a coup attempt on the part of the anti- union people, and was it a plan in motion to take control away from the people. I don’t know what happening. Go to the capital I thought… the answers will lead me to truth.
I figured I’m in Richmond so a train to D.C was the best way in… especially because I have no clue on my id or who will stop me. I was starting to remember some stuff. I know I’m a soldier, that I am the son of the party chairman and grandson of the last president. What my division is responsible for the government safety and well-being, but why would I help something I dislike. I reach federal plaza. I black out again.

I wake on a bench outside the grand chamber of the federal party. I know there a gun on me. Where did it come from? I sat there a while thinking should i? Should I just leave? Why do I have to be the one to kill him? The doors open and a squad of bodyguards walk past me. A man sits next to me. I know my duty now.

I escape from the bodyguards. I’m covered in his blood. I still don’t know why I did it, but it feels good. I run until I see an exit. I can hear them behind me. I run out the door. I’m in a garden surrounded my walls and one door. I know my fate now. I lift my handgun to my head and pull the trigger.

A Two men sit’s in a room. Reading an international paper with the headline, †˜interparty member son killed the president.’ †˜So Jacob’s virus really works’ the older man said. “Seem so’ the younger old said. †˜Seems this might be the way of keeping the party in line’ the older man said. †˜We might use this to do fight the foreign leaders now, way cheaper than the old methods and it can’t be trace back to us’ the younger man said. “I have to say one thing about his blood pattern party chairman?’ the younger man said. †˜What?’ †˜It made a nice picture’.

The end.