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Michiru
Guest
Original poster
Peace and Freedom are two terms most people now-a-days think they understand, but in truth, they know but the tip of the ice-burg. Really, the two are but ideals that are dependent on ones point of view; what might be 'peace' and 'freedom' to one might be 'war' and 'enslavement' to another. If one is conditioned to believe that what they are living in is what's known as 'freedom', they will believe it. Fight for it. Die for it. Even if another would call it prison.
Today-- the strings that hold the idea of 'Peace' and 'Freedom', were severed. At least for those in a small portion in Seattle, Washington.
Lanarie idly flipped through the pages of a thin, brightly covered comic book in one of the malls various shops. The cover read, 'Superman: Unchained" with the writting 'the New 52' and 'DC Comics' underneath. Judging by the look on the teenage girl's face, it was a good volume. Granted, she was just skimming through, admiring the bright colors and pictures while contemplating a purchase of the magazine.
As it turns out, she wouldn't be purchasing the magazine. In fact, most of the people in this mall wouldn't be leaving of their own free-will today. On the floor below her-- an Apple store-- a man fingered at the mouse of a Mac Laptop with a very intense look on his face. It was hard to tell what he was doing, but the sweat that was beading down his head spoke for itself. It wasn't something the average person did on a floor model laptop. It didn't take long a new crowd entered. A group of men, clad in dark clothing with the words 'FBI', sun-glasses and hats. They were walking at a healthy clip, apparently not there to check out the newest comic books, like Lanarie. They were walking towards the Apple store.
"Freeze!" broke the volume of the mall, and caught all within earshots attention. Not even thirty seconds afterwards, the hammering sound of gunfire caught the attention of anyone who hadn't heard the first scream. The man who'd been on the laptop had suddenly shot laptop after being ordered to freeze and scrambled behind the counter seeming to know that the poesy of men would then draw weapons of their own. They did.
The sound of gunfire caused Lanalie to look up from the 'Superman' comic instantly, with a look of curiosity and disbelief. She began out the store and peered down over the railing onto the main floor below to see the men pointing guns into the shop below. The reality of what was happening struck her when the thunderous crack of another gunshot hit the mall and one of the men fell down and began leaking his own fluids onto the white floor. Her eyes widened to the size of what felt like tennis balls and suddenly fell to the ground in a stark terror.
Today-- the strings that hold the idea of 'Peace' and 'Freedom', were severed. At least for those in a small portion in Seattle, Washington.
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The mall bustled with activity, as it usually did this Friday afternoon. The sun held high in the cloudless sky and painted the city of Seattle with a warm and pleasant disposition. Some people believe in fate; others, in random occurrences. It was hard to tell, and that's probably why the question will always be up in the air as opposed to having a definite answer.
Lanarie idly flipped through the pages of a thin, brightly covered comic book in one of the malls various shops. The cover read, 'Superman: Unchained" with the writting 'the New 52' and 'DC Comics' underneath. Judging by the look on the teenage girl's face, it was a good volume. Granted, she was just skimming through, admiring the bright colors and pictures while contemplating a purchase of the magazine.
As it turns out, she wouldn't be purchasing the magazine. In fact, most of the people in this mall wouldn't be leaving of their own free-will today. On the floor below her-- an Apple store-- a man fingered at the mouse of a Mac Laptop with a very intense look on his face. It was hard to tell what he was doing, but the sweat that was beading down his head spoke for itself. It wasn't something the average person did on a floor model laptop. It didn't take long a new crowd entered. A group of men, clad in dark clothing with the words 'FBI', sun-glasses and hats. They were walking at a healthy clip, apparently not there to check out the newest comic books, like Lanarie. They were walking towards the Apple store.
"Freeze!" broke the volume of the mall, and caught all within earshots attention. Not even thirty seconds afterwards, the hammering sound of gunfire caught the attention of anyone who hadn't heard the first scream. The man who'd been on the laptop had suddenly shot laptop after being ordered to freeze and scrambled behind the counter seeming to know that the poesy of men would then draw weapons of their own. They did.
The sound of gunfire caused Lanalie to look up from the 'Superman' comic instantly, with a look of curiosity and disbelief. She began out the store and peered down over the railing onto the main floor below to see the men pointing guns into the shop below. The reality of what was happening struck her when the thunderous crack of another gunshot hit the mall and one of the men fell down and began leaking his own fluids onto the white floor. Her eyes widened to the size of what felt like tennis balls and suddenly fell to the ground in a stark terror.
