((Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots)) He recognized her. The stern-faced woman who had a dislike for Gable Raciti. Yet, what was the difference? She was the same as him in the end. These people all had made those little treatments on them. And speaking of treatments, he had a few questions to ask. “Don’t move,” he ordered, despite knowing it was unnecessary. The scientist would not move anyway, given how she was staring at him: horrified. He was aware of how he would look like, with the guns, all the blood, and the hand. A monster was what he ended up to be while trying to escape from other monsters. He threw a glance at the numbers on the side panel. Under his instructions, the woman gave a verbal command to the system to go to level 50 and locked the elevator from the inside, preventing it from opening on other floors. Aiming the gun at her, he said to the air, “I know you people are watching this. So listen carefully. Don’t lock this elevator. Don’t break it open. Do NOTHING th
((21 Guns by Green Day)) He swung around and found no one was there; she was gone. The door was closing shut under his eyes; on its surface were the twirling vines he hadn’t noticed before. The metallic black vines were moving as if they were sentient. He doubted he would be able to get out of this room himself. He could try breaking the door but he didn’t. It turned out to be the right decision because while twenty-five was indecisive about what to do next, his enemies had blocked the only way out. If he broke through the door, they would have killed him, as they were already at the door when the woman exited. The surveillance team informed them how he was inside and even the exact location he was standing. In less than six seconds after the scientist’s exit, they entered the room with lethal force. He was between the desk and the glass wall when they barged in. Dozens of guns fired simultaneously; a deadly rain of bullets envelop the room in vengeance, too eager to tear their
((It's My Life by Bon Jovi)) ***About three weeks ago*** The Ground was probably one of the most interesting and also the most dangerous neighborhoods in CNA. Its existence had been a focus in political debates as almost every president boasted to end the poverty in this continental country but apparently, no one had not accomplished that. Jack –short, stout, and bald– who was the owner of a pizza stall or more accurately a pizza-hovercar, was making small talk with his customers. “You’re right, Jack,” one customer agreed about something with him. “Happy birthday,” the owner said to another customer, handing him a pizza box. “Thanks. You remembered,” the second customer smiled in surprise before leaving. He continued his discussion with the first customer. For Jack, it was typical. He was well known to remember details about every regular customer of his. In front of his opened-roofed colorless hovercar, half a dozen people were waiting in line. Here, walkers–people who travel
((Black Summer by Red Hot Chili Peppers)) “What do you mean by that?” Jack hesitated. “I asked, what do you mean by that?!” she asked louder this time. “Did you just call me crazy?!” The woman appeared old, weak, and exhausted but her voice was shockingly loud and high-pitched. Jack who was twice the size of her flinched at her shout. “Maybe,” he mumbled with a sneaky glance. “Only ghosts live in that place.” His voice got even quieter. “O father in heaven! Did you hear what he just said? I can’t believe this! He thinks I am crazy! He thinks I am making it all up!” Forcefully, Haleigh pulled her hair with both hands. “He thinks they did not kill my baby! How dares he?! How could he assu…” Jack jumped up and tried to remove her wrinkled hands from her scalp. A few strands were already falling out. “Motherf--” he cursed as her head hit his jaw because she was shaking her head wildly. “It hurt!” he whined. “I did not say you were making it up. I just thought you needed to… St
((Handshake With Hell by Arch Enemy)) However, there were no pay-computers where Haleigh could make a call in this complex of ground streets. Normally, there would be dark-green booths moving up and down between the sky to the earth, sliding along tall thin poles. Compared to a millennium ago when she was younger, there had been fewer and fewer computer booths. Even so, every city had a few of them for public use. It was apparent to everyone that The Ground was not any city. This was a community made of leftover bits and pieces of the old times. She had not realized she had stopped walking. She had ended up sitting in the middle of the street in a daze. Something hit her head. It fell into her lap before rolling onto the street. “Give me back my apple!” a small voice cried from above. It was from a hovercar and a little girl was looking down from the open window, above her a young woman. Loud honks from another vehicle behind it filled the atmosphere as the family’s car had halted
((Chop Suey by System Of A Down)) On the way, Haleigh could not stop feeling grateful to Jack and Luke, flying the brassy hovercar. It was dark out there as the dawn had yet to come, but every hovercar had night-vision. She could not stop feeling grateful to both of them. According to Jack, this used to be a clunker before they dragged it out from a hovercar graveyard nearby and carted it to one of their friends who knew how to fix vehicles. Still, this was the kindest thing people had ever done to her, including her families that no longer existed. Thinking of the last time she had flown along this route, she kept hearing Hannah’s words. ‘I wish he becomes the president.’ That had been one of those rare moments Hannah bickered with her. The stubborn girl; she had always had her own opinions. Haleigh almost smiled. How long that had been? Mere two weeks ago. She heard someone–not sure who; it could have been Jack or Luke or a stranger on the street–talking about that: Wafford had
((Welcome To The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance)) When the kids were younger, when they had to learn how to read, most vocabularies were more concepts and ideas than names of things that actually exist. Trees, birds, sunrise, sunset, house; they were nothing more than words. He had thought about why they were even learning these words. That wondering was unusual for a kid in that enormous white box; of course twenty-five was not aware of that. The way to learn was to memorize everything, word to word. If they were asked a question, they had to parrot out the exact lines they had memorized before. No changes and no deviations allowed. During their study sessions, they would sit at their small white desks in a hall, with a black wristband specially allowed. The happiest moments for them. Earth: the only inhabitable planet in the solar system where humans live. Everyone had to memorize that, but no one questioned where the Earth exactly was because all they had ever seen before
((Zombie by The Cranberries)) Three hundred meters from the ground, when the gunshot hit their hovercar, twenty-five was ready for it. He needed to know neither how to drive this flying vehicle nor anything else. One old vehicle vs Thirteen new ones: it was predictable. Before the earth could break it into pieces, he was facing the glass panel with the machine gun in the director’s office. The timing was a risk. He had not been sure when he would end up, and this was better than he had hoped for. One minute later and he would be falling from the building. This time, he did not throw away the only thing in his possession that could be useful on his route to escape. As he needed one hand to be free, to bring another one was no option. He stepped into the air; this time