Disclaimer: This is an adult story that should not be read by minors under the age of 18. It involves adult over the age of 18 in scenes of Incest, M/F/F, M/M/F, Violence, Rape, and Anal.
This was rushed because I ran out of time for the deadline, but I think the story is pretty cool. This is also my first draft. As always any corrections and updates I make will be added to my website copy.
It finally happened. Sure, there had always been talk about it, movies and stories done showing what the world would be like if it happened, but no one ever expected it to happen. We were to smart to let it happen. We were too evolved. And if it did happen, it would be from one of those small world countries that just discovered how to make them and didn’t know what they were doing.
But no one had expected it from us. Then again, no one expected Bush to get re-elected for a second term. But that’s how it started.
Snow fell around me as I stared at the ruined world I now live on. “Listen to my story,” he asked me. It was because of him that I was here. “Listen to the story of how I tried to save them, and know why this happened.
“Listen to why the world ended.”
Christmas Wish Part 3: Ghosts of Christmas Future
The year was 2008. Twelve years had passed since we last knew happiness. Snow fell around us as we walked the deserted streets. It was nighttime, but it wasn’t dark. Everywhere we looked the city was decorated for Christmas. Bright lights left no place for shadows, and store windows were full of seasonal decorations. When we walked past a toy store, Sarah stopped to look in.
The store was closed, but all of the lights where on. Sarah may have been glued to the train moving through Santa’s Village, but my eyes where on her. I knew what was going on through her mind right now, and how her heart was crushed. We found out a couple years ago that Sarah could no longer have children. I knew something was wrong when she went her own way for over a year, four years ago. In an attempt to find Erin, Sarah had accepted a solo mission. I was against it from the start, but she was insistent. Not wanting to give up my leads, I went my own way, hooking up with a team in Germany who we once worked with.
After a year, I got a message saying she was back. I found her in one of our safe houses. She looked almost dead, and I had to nurse her back to health for over a month. That was when she told me that her ovaries had been removed. I never pushed the subject, and she left it at that.
“Come on Max, let’s keep moving,” Sarah said, wrapping her black cloak around her slender body, leaving the store behind. “We don’t want to loose this lead.” Her voice was as cold and emotionless as it always was. The only time she ever spoke with any warmth these days was when I was fucking her, and even then it was only when she was in a good mood.
Re-adjusting my automatic riffle, and fixing my own black cloak, I followed behind. We had a lead about Erin, the first in three months. That lead brought us to this city. At first glance, it looked deserted; like a ghost town. After a recon, though, we discovered that everyone was simply in hiding. Something happened a few days ago that scared everyone. Not surprisingly, it happened after the Presidential election. Having been re-elected to a second term, Bush had tried to change the rules. He was running for a third term. When he lost, he went ballistic, claiming that his enemies where trying to ruin him. He was even pissed off with us two. Now the country was on high alert, and everyone expected war to break out at any second. No one knew whom the war was going to be against, but the greatest theory was a civil war.
It seemed fitting that this was happening around Christmas time. It seemed ever since that day, Christmas had been a curse on us. It was on Christmas that the three of us first decided to enlist in the army, following in the footsteps of the twins’ Aunt Kate. It was around Christmas when we lost Erin during a mission. It was on Christmas when Sarah’s parents died. It was Christmas when Erin came back to us, broken and insane. She had found her way back to us, only to try and kill Kate, Sarah and myself. She blamed us for what had happened to her.
In the end, Erin had been unable to accomplish either tasks, but she ran from us again. She became obsessed with finding Kate and exacting her revenge. Erin believed that Kate had used all three of us in an attempt to buy drugs during a mission in the Mid East. We found out that the decision hadn’t been hers, she was under orders from her superiors, but Erin couldn’t accept that. All that she cared about was that Kate had betrayed us, and she had been tortured for two years because of it.
“This looks like the place,” Sarah said, stopping in front of a rundown apartment. It looked like the kind of place only crack whores would live in.
Sarah took out
her gun
, and I held my riffle, and we went in. We weren’t afraid of any ambushes, having scouted the whole city earlier. Everyone was just to damn scared. Most likely someone had a gun pointed to us as we went in, but so long as we didn’t look at them, or show that we were cops, they would leave us alone.
“She’s suppose to have a room on the third floor.” Sarah kept the lead. It was one of her sources that gave us this info, so it was her mission.
Have you ever watched a war movie? You must have, everyone has. American society is based around war movies. In those movies, you’ll always see the teams using hand and eye signals to speak, so as not to give them selves away. We were trained in that communication, but one of the things that made our team so special was that we always knew what the others were doing. We were connected.
Even with our team of three being split, Sarah and myself still had this connection. Some of our old friends (even back in highschool) claimed that we were psychic. We never confirmed or denied those suspicions. We just knew it as our special language.
When we reached the second floor, Sarah dropped to the ground and I fired a shot over her head. The timing was so precise, that if she had hesitated for even a millisecond, the bullet would have gone through her head, instead of the pimp that had jumped out from behind one of the doors.