Razor Will

PART 1

This is my first Short Story here, and i hope its at least something thats logical and good enough to read. I made this story as a Sci Fi short story for my English class, and decided to put it here for your guys' possible enjoyment. I will put up another one or two in the future, so thanks for reading. This is Part 1, i will put in the parts in my following posts as to not clog one entire post with cramped writing.



In the year 2009 it was fraught with danger and peril. The United States of America was plagued with unfortunate catastrophes ranging from economic downfall to political tensions rising to the point of an all out civil war. The White House was torn literally in half from a dirty bomb that was detonated from a radical sleeper cell agent Jihadist whom had connections with Al Qaeda. However, the United States was not the only country facing its own problems. The United Kingdom and most of the European Union was also in economic failure, with the UK also facing riots and gangs of Muslims lashing their anger out at the British populace due to an insulting carton of Allah put by British newspapers. With a large number of British Muslims already in the United Kingdom, there have been frequent confrontations between the Muslims and British populace, some unfortuantly ending in bloodshed.


Countries like Iran and China were also busy with their own problems. They were both facing cultural revolutions from their younger generation aching for change and a chance to live better lives in a new regime of Democracy and to escape the constraints of their governments actions. Full fledged revolutions in forms of multiple Coup De Etats and numerous rebel factions vying for power in the countries also led to much bloodshed and violence. Russia was having trouble with its former satellite nations of Georgia and others, with those nations beating Russia back to a less aggressive state. In recent years Russia had transversed itself to Cold War-esque status, instigating massive arms build up and nuclear stockpiling from the USA, UK and others. With Russia’s economy also failing due to its lack of an infrastructure it has failed as a country on many levels. Still breathing, Russia has agreed to terms from the satellite nations to not be so aggressive and to bring peace. With the world in economic turmoil, mini wars everywhere. Revolutions ranging from the homeland of Democracy , the jungles of Columbia, to the sacred buildings of the Ayatollahs, to the holy site of Jerusalem; no place is safe. And here ignited World War 3.


But from the ashes of chaos comes forth order, a New World Order to be exact. World War 3 had started because ever major power in the world was vying for world domination since the great and almighty United States fell. And most of said major powers were involved in the world that engulfed the entire globe in total war turmoil. In the end, the strongest power won, and that country was the United States. Proven itself in both battle and politically , the United States vowed to never be thrown into such chaos, as did most of the world also regret. So, in order to combat the globe from going into such destructive calamities they all voted to create a One World Government. This government , coined the New World Order, was headquarted in Washington D.C. and its power spread all over the world. The New World Order promised what America had (equality, peace, prosperity etc.) but this government turned for the worse. With many countries still fearing their own citizens they had set on making the world in a fascist police state so that nothing bad would happen again. But many people didn’t like it, but had to be forcibly made to follow it, with some people resulting in capital punishment: firing squad. So the world followed hopelessly into an era of devastation from a government that controlled the world. But a few brave souls dared defy the government, and this is where this story begins……


2016: Washington D.C. The Almighty President of the One World Government, named Damien Thorn, was having lunch in the refurbished White House now called the “Templum of Satraps” (which is Latin for the Sacred Precinct of the Viceroy). It was at 1:47 PM EST that Damien was informed that the Resistance movement of radicals, named “Licentia Proeliator” (or literally from Latin The Freedom Fighters) had just been seen handing out pamphlets saying to fight the Government or to continue living in abysmal conditions reminiscent of Third World countries. Because the 3rd World War and 2nd US Civil War had left many homeless, malnutritioned and starving, the post apocalyptic world that many had envisioned finally came true. The Government , who is not benevolent, controls every aspect of life and makes it turn into miserable conditions to suppress the populace and to dumb them down to never understand what the government is actually doing. Thus, the Licentia Proeliator, rose up and gathered like minded individuals who knew what the government really was and wanted to rally a militia to beat them back and to eradicate them so they may live in peace and prosperity.

Part 2

Proeliator radical Thomas Anderson was handing out pamphlets. But not that many seemed interested. Many civilians had already been dumbed down, being blissfully ignorant of their current conditions. It infuriated him. There has be a better way to help these people , Thomas thought. Thomas and his fellow Proeliators’ were losing hope. His 2 associates in freedom with him passing out pamphlets were Harold and Kumar. They too were also crestfallen. Not many had grabbed for the pamphlets as they hoped for. Just another day in the fruitless fight against the government. Just then, around the corner come running was the fascist police force the Specialis Excolo (or literally from Latin the Secret Police) was coming at full steam towards the 3 vagrants. Surprised and off guard the 3 threw their pamphlets in the air and ran. They eventually lost them after zig zagging through the war torn urban area.


The city was devestated. From the civil war past, it was completly unrecogniazable. Paint was nowhere to be seen on buildings as bullet rounds that impacted the walls chipped them off. Holes from RPG's and M16s were very apparent. Running was dangerous, as there were just as many holes that were weathered from not only Mother Nature but also from rockets and mortars. But with the Proeliators knowing their enviorment (and being guerilla fighters), it wasnt difficult to escape from the Government. As “vigilantes” the Licentia knew the terrain better than anyone. Then, there was a dark alley where all there was were pieces of trash , debris, and a manhole cover. Thomas went over to the manhole cover, bending down and looking over his shoulder for anyone else, then seeing as the coast was clear he opened it. The 3 went inside and traversed the dirty sewers to the secret Headquarters of the Licentia. I


t was in the middle of an intersection of pipes (the pipes in these sewers were big enough for them to walk in without crouching) that there was a flat , but shallow bowl area, that had tents, metal canisters (the illegal weapons cache), cots, a make-shift Control Post that consisted of communications, a poorly done and hastily built mess area for eating and relaxation, and the leaders of the Licentia. The 3 of the figthers then reported to the Control Post and informed their great leader, “General” Dib Rockefeller, of the situation. Dib was an experienced fighter having fought in the Civil War for those who seeked help from the radicals vying to fill local power vaccums, assisted the downtrodden, and was one of the many firsts who fought against the totalitarian Government he is fighting now. He knows what he talks about and is smart, with a cunning conviction to see this subjugation and restriction of not only life, but of the free people, to the end: the end being until he see's it become a reality or if he's dead that is.


He was informed by Thomas that the Specialis had found out what they were doing but escaped successfully. Dib took note of this; there had been an increased number of attacks and attempts on his fighters to find out what he was doing and what they were concocting. This also coincides with the ultimate plan of his, which was coming ever closer. “Men,” Dib said “I thank you for doing your duty. I thank all of you too!” Dib yelled as his voice rang out through the sewer to his dedicated followers. “We have fought long and hard” Dib continued, with the eyes of his trusted fellows upon him “fighting against an enemy that is both cruel and unwilling to allow us to live in dignity and peace. And for that, I will die to uphold the inalienable rights our forefathers gave to us so that we may continue to live in prosperity. So now, I must say that our major plan as so many of you know , called Operation Storming Dragon, will officially start tomorrow. We have all the necessary items, people, safe houses, and frankly, everything that those Government bastards think we dont have, we have that too! So everyone, get a good nights rest and God Bless!” The Generals speech was overwhelmingly insightly and inspiring to the huddled masses of fighters who were too willing to fight to the death against the government.

Part 3

The next day, each and every Licentia that was everywhere and anywhere was surrounding the burbs of Washington DC and the Templum in strategic locations. General Dib said the operation was to commence at 0645 in the morning. When the time hit 0645, multiple cells of fighters created multiple distractions to lead the Specialis to areas that aren’t close to the Templum. They led them to parks, run-down schools, and other places that were booby-trapped to dwindle the numbers of the Specialis to make the battle more even. Though the Templum isn’t heavily guarded (as Damien was dangerously overconfident he had won over the resistancees), there were enough fighters who were armed to the teeth to fight those who were guarding the sacred Templum. At around 0744, Dib was radioed via HAM radio (complete with coded words) that the "Stork Had Dropped The Load", in which Dib and his followers engaged the Police force in head to head combat at the Templum itself.


It was bloody, sweaty and unrelentless fighting that engulfed all of the Templum and its outer sanctuary’s of worship to the Leader Damien and other places of political prowess. However, as hard the Licentia fought, they were no match against the might of the Specialis forces. But, just then in the nick of time, came masses of bodies flooding the streets and eventually the Templum itself. Those bodies were the common folk of the nation, ready to die to fight for their lives to live how they want to. Some armed with guns, other shovels, some with bats and other assorted handheld items; but they all had one common thought: overthrow and kill those who had made their lives worth next to nothing. Not anymore did they want to live any longer in oppression and fear of the government they once trusted. No more were they going to be pushed around. And it ended there.

Both the Licentia , who had regrouped, along with the populace of Washington DC they stormed the innermost sanctums of the Templum. General Dib ran off from the fray in search of Damien to end the mess their in. Running along many corridors he found him, alone, with a pistol. Dib, armed also with a pistol which he put it in his buckle on his back away from sight, walked solemnly towards him. “It end here right now Damien, the bloodshed, terror and fear we live in. It ends now!” Dib demanded.


“Foolish imbecile! Do you know who you speak to?” Damien replied, in a voice full of anguish and turmoil with a hint of confusion. “I sacrificed my life to lead you miserable pieces of garbage to prosperity in a country of safety and well being. We are much better off than the Brits, the Chinese and Russians. People over there would die to be where we live!”


“Would they die to live in a country full of propaganda, lies, fear and forced into submission to worship a false God?”


“False God? Hahahaha! Idiot! I AM God!! You meaningless pieces of flesh and dirt, my soul is worth more than the populace of this miserable country. I am an icon of global proportions! Nothing can stop my might! I am the leader of the world that Alexander, Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin and Mao could ever dream of! Stopping me would only end the era of a true and great leader: Me!” Damien uttered in a hush and crazed voice.


“No Damien, it ends today…” Dib then pulled out a pistol slowly from his back and shot Damien through the back into the heart. Damien fell with a final thud onto his Persian made carpet. “Its…finally….over….” Dib gasped. He waited his whole life for this moment. Dib walked over Damien’s body to a window, and what he saw was a majestic sight. There outside, were the Red White and Blue colors of the American Flag, saved by one of Liecentia for this very moment. The populace and Licentia had overthrown what the world has seen as the most destructive and genocidal government to ever step food on Earth since Hitler and the Nazis. It was Dib and his followers who overthrew them , and as the disheveled masses looked at their new leader, Dib knew that an era of true peace will finally be realized.