The Assignment

The year was 2251, where technology and space travel was so advanced we could go vast distances. A year where 3/4^th of the humankind were no longer on Earth. The world powers were bored of the old earth, so they gathered a multitude of people and voyaged across space in search for a new and more interesting planet to inhabit. They gathered all their resources and built 5 spaceships for all 5 of the different world powers. Russia, the United States, China, United Kingdom, and Germany gathered all their people in the vast and huge spaceships and left Earth for good. The humans, who were left behind, stayed attached to their old ways and never kept in contact with us, the people who decided to leave Earth. I was told this story when I was 10 years old. It is still some-thing I can’t fathom to this point! We are still living on these ships trying to find a planet that is not so boring. What was so dull about the old world? Why would they want to leave? These questions I always asked myself but never really wanted to expand upon. I was more worried on what was to come when I went to high school.

I was born January 1, 2300 at 12:00 in the morning on The United States spaceship. It was a very special year because it was the new millennium and we believed this could finally be the year we found a planet that is new and not boring and inhabitable. I was 14 years old when I graduated 8^th grade. Middle school came so easy to me. I graduated with straight A’s; the only person in my grade and in school history to do so. It was quite remarkable, many people and teachers would say, and I was flattered. I never knew how though, it seemed so easy.  I was never really worried about high school the week before I graduated, that is until graduation day. We were holding our diplomas and sitting on the stage waiting for the principal to give his farewell speech. He came up with a straight face, looking a bit tense and un-easy. “I would like to congratulate the class of 2314 on making it past middle school, but don’t be foolish, your greatest challenge yet will come the day you enter 9^th grade. It will change your life forever as you know it, therefore you need to take it seriously.” This gave me a chill down my spine. I was freaked for good.

Summer ended and I was about to enter 9^th grade. I never forgot about what was told to me the day I graduated. I wasn’t eager to find out about what was going to change my life forever. When we got there we were all told to sit down in front of a huge monitor. When everyone was seated, we were told to be quite and they turned on a video for us to see. “Whaaaaaat?” This was every one’s reaction when the video finished playing. It wasn’t just a video; it was an assignment that we had to do. It explained to us that this assignment was the only thing we had to do for all of 9^th grade and when we turned it in, if we passed the 80% mark, we could go to 10^th grade. After that, until we graduated, further work would not be graded and it would not affect which college we would be accepted to. Only this 9^th grade assignment would be graded.

 While I was watching, I realized that this could finally be the new change humankind was striving for before we reached our ultimate change of getting to a planet that is not boring. In the old world, 9^th grade would be exactly like middle school but the work only got harder. But in this world, this one project decided what career you would pursue. It was crazy yet so awesome. I thought it was going be easy just like middle school. We were then told what the assignment was. We were told that we would have to take a physical and mental test to determine what our role on the spaceship was.

We took the test but we got our results back a month later. Twenty out of 100 students’ passed the 80% mark including me. They let us go home, while the rest had to stay at school.  “I knew it was easy,” I said out loud. I then found out what happened to the kids that stayed. They received a mark on their forearm signifying that they could never get an upper-class job and that they would have to become farmers for the rest of their lives. I then started to wonder again what were the reasons we left the old world. This is where I ask you, the reader. This piece is to open your minds and help you to decide if change is something that we want or need. You have all seen what happened to the people who didn’t pass. Their lives are forever lived in misery. Please help for the greater good. This is Issac telling you to make the decision. 

BBC America. BBC, n.d. Web. 17 Oct. 2014. <http://www.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/files/2012/08/starshipuk.jpg>.

The Message

I was about 14 when I received my message. I was ecstatic: this was what I was meant to do with my life. My whole future mapped out in front of me in one small letter.

Everyone in our grade knew what they would achieve in their lives, usually a college degree or a big family. Everyone knew, except for Flynn. I went to an upper-class private school; everyone came from a rich family, everyone except for Flynn.

There was something strange about that child: he always looked a bit troubled.

He couldn’t care less about his grades and sometimes he wouldn’t even bother coming to class. 

One day, I saw him walking home from school and I immediately thought his house really fitted his personality. It was gray and run-down. I heard he only lives with his mother who happens to have a severe drug addiction.

Maybe that’s why he’s so messed up.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t get his message yet.

I heard from my parents that God punishes you for leading a meaningless lifestyle, not taking advantage of the life he gave you, and I guess that’s exactly what happened to him, because the day he received his message I could see the last bit of colour fade from behind his eyes, it almost looked a bit like fear or regret, which was strange because a person like Flynn would never show emotion.

Looking back on it, I could’ve been a bit nicer and kept the other students from calling him a “loser” but at the time it seemed like a good idea to just watch. You don’t get a person with a message that said you would end up like your drug-addict mother everyday.

We all had very bright futures ahead of us, because we respected our life and were actually trying to make something out of it.

As the days passed, I noticed multiple bruises marking Flynn’s arms and face. Those were the signs that Flynn’s mother had found out about his disappointing message: the signs that brought me to talk to him.

“Violet, what do you want?,” was the first thing I heard out of his mouth, ever. I didn’t even know he could speak. He never speaks.

I decided to ignore his rude remark and continued to approach him.

“I want to help you,” I said, “I can help you get over this”.

“I really don’t need your help, leave me alone,” he almost shouted and walked away.

My days were spent with trying to connect to Flynn and I had the feeling he’s slowly warming up to me.

It caught me by surprise when I heard a scratchy voice behind me: “Uhmm… theoretically speaking, how would you be able to help me?”

I couldn’t fight the smile that crept onto my face, “I think you could change your life to the better by maybe taking responsibilities or start a hobby. I have heard of people that changed their message and I think you could do the same.”

I could see disbelief on his face but he was still willing to try.

“Come to my house after school and we’ll figure something out together,” I offered.

He agreed to my surprise.

The minute he walked into my house, I heard him gasp in astonishment. I suppose it’s all the flatscreens and the aquarium wall that caused this childish behaviour in him.

As soon as we entered my room, he reached for my guitar and started playing it. I couldn’t hide my surprised face expression,

“How did you learn how to play like that?”.

“When my dad was still around, he taught me a couple of songs.”, he explained.

“Hey, I know what you should do: There’s this children’s hospital around the corner where I volunteer from time to time. You should go play your songs there. The kids would really appreciate it.”

“Maybe that idea isn’t so bad, I suppose I could try,” he said.

On the next Monday, I noticed an unusual sight.

Flynn came running down the hallway with a smile on his face and a small piece of paper in the other.

He actually made it.

He changed his future by just one act of kindness, and I’m happy I am the one that changed his life for the better.

Money Is Not Enough

This was inspired by Chronicle of A Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez. Its an imaginary scene where Bayardo San Roman is feeding Xius with money. In chapter two of Chronicle of A Death Foretold, Bayardo wanted to buy Xius's house but he rejected even though Bayardo offered him a lot of money. Xius claimed that it was the only thing left from his wife. He couldn't resist for a long time and accepted the offer, he died shortly after. In the picture the tree represents Xius's wife. The branches of the tree cover the house. It means that Xius feels like she is still with him in the house.

FREEDOM IN THE CLOUDS

Freedom in the Clouds depicts human figures in a future time when the most important thing to mankind is not electronics but the absence of electronics. The figures in the lower part are the ones who refuse to give up their electronics and are willing to go through the burden of sliding them across the remote world. In the middle, there are the figures who realize that the burden of transporting what they think they want is not what will set them free. Once they let go they go up to a better place. This better place is in the clouds where people are free of the burden of electronics and have the time and the opportunity to enjoy themselves as shown by the dancing. 

Coffee Tears

Slave or underpaid labor is a huge problem today, especially for children in West Africa. West Africa has a billion dollar coffee industry. In this piece of artwork, there are coffee trees at the top. The kid represents the children in Africa, who are victims of underpaid labor. His tear represents how harsh their lives are. Later on his tears turn into coffee at the bottom. The hands with fancy cups, represent us unknowing of the pain their coffee caused.

"Child Slavery and Chocolate: All Too Easy to Find." The CNN Freedom Project Ending ModernDay Slavery RSS. N.p., n.d. Web. 14 Oct. 2014. (http://thecnnfreedomproject.blogs.cnn.com/2012/01/19/child-slavery-and-chocolate-all-too-easy-to-find/)

Utopia

Edward Santos wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock, it’s 9 AM. He goes downstairs for breakfast, kisses his wife good morning and sits down and starts to eat. “Bye honey, got to get to work, have a great day.” Edward Santos owns a small grocery store. He walks to work every morning saying hello to everyone he meets. In this small little town everyone says hello: there isn’t a particular reason why. Everyone is friendly and the crime rate is zero percent. There is not even a police station in this small city of Los Santos.

Edward got to his store and walked in. The door did not have a lock. His friend was already there behind the counter. “Don’t worry go home relax a little bit,” Edward said with a smile. Edward grabbed the town’s newspaper. The headline was “Fred and Lily are getting married!” Edward chuckled and said “good for them.” There was not much news to write about, so the newspaper was about a paragraph. It was usually about new animals in the zoo or marriages. This town had no religion, so marriage was just a ceremony that was just about the couple and their love.

A women walks in the grocery store and picks up some bread and walks up to the counter.

 “Hey how are you?” asked Edward,

 “I’m great!” the women says with a smile.

 Edward put the bread into a plastic bag and gave it to her.

“Thanks, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

She then went on her way back home. In Los Santos there was no money system. People just did favors for each other. Everyone played a role in the society, everyone would get it done in time and people loved going to work. Customers kept coming throughout the day. There was a limitless supply of food on the shelves for them. The delivery men would bring the food from farms and put it right on the shelves. It was around time to go home to Edward’s lovely wife. Edward left the store exactly how it was and walked home whistling a love song.

“Honey I’m home” he said walking through the door.

“Hey honey” Mrs. Santos replied.

 Edward brought home some pasta from the restaurant nearby for dinner. They both sat down at the table and talked about their days. She was the first to ask “How was your day?”

 “It was good, but not a lot of people showed up today so it was a little lonelier, but still fun.What about you?" he asked.

His wife is the secretary to the mayor. “It was good, which reminds me the Mayor would like to see you tomorrow, he said something about an assignment that would be good for the town.”

“Alright sounds good, it’s Henry’s shift tomorrow so I would not mind one bit,” he said with excitement in his voice.

There was something about the Mayor that made you smile more than anyone else in the town. People say that’s why he became Mayor, that and also he loved the job. Edward was excited, he laid awake in his bed thinking of what the Mayor had in store for him. He then said good night to his wife and they both fell asleep.

Edward sat down across from the mayor, Edward was smiling a big smile. The Mayor got straight to the point “A woman from New York has contacted me, she has heard of stories of our town and would like to come here and write an article on us.”

 “Oh wow, that’s great,” Edward said.

 “Edward this town and I would surely appreciate if you would drive to New York and pick her up. There is no need for her to take such a long trip by herself.”

 “Alright no problem, I’ll leave right away, thank you for the opportunity Mayor.”

 Edward got up and left the room and said goodbye to his wife and left for NY.

Edward was on the road; he was thirty minutes away from the city. He was going over the plan in his head. The plan is to meet the reporter in front of her building and walk around NY to do some sightseeing. Since Edward never left his hometown before, and never interacted with anyone outside the town, there were a lot of changes. The city was noisy, there were so many people. No one would say hello back. He was scared, worried, and nervous. These were feelings he never felt before. He started to yell: this was the first time he ever yelled. Edward didn’t know where to turn, where to hide from all the noise and all the unfriendly people. He started to yell and started to run towards his truck when he got hit by a bus. He lays there in the middle of the street dead. The reporter walked out of her house as soon as he was hit, and people told her what happened. She went inside and called the Mayor of Los Santos, she told him what happened. The Mayor never told anyone from the town what had happened; he told them that Edward decided to stay in NY. The Mayor hid the town from everyone after that; he did not want anyone else to ruin their utopia. Legend is that this utopia exists somewhere out there; however people have never been able to find it. The End.









"Re-envisioning Utopian Thinking." Philosophers for Change. N.p., n.d. Web. 15 Oct. 2014.

The Man That Sees Through

You may have seen many kids always blabbing on about how they want to be a superhero, astronaut or a doctor. What really happens to them? Nothing, they become nothing because of their silly imaginations. When I was younger I could see things, and when I looked into someone’s eyes I could see their thoughts. This is why I am now solving crimes. I was never on the front lines but in the interrogation rooms. Here in New York, I am the best of them all. When I look into someone’s eyes it is like I can see into their mind and soul, everything is open to me. I cannot abuse this because it is part of my morals, only for work, nothing else. I can tell whether someone is lying through their body language, and if it becomes harder, through their eyes. There is also a force that is out of this world that I can sense sometimes; this all is determined through the level of my concentration.

In this investigation, I was working with a nutjob, said to have killed his wife in front of their two-year-old child, then left the baby and fled the scene. This was two weeks ago because we only just found him hiding in the streets on New York City, pretending to be a homeless man. I was waiting inside of the interrogation room when Lieutenant Norris came in. “Hello Julian, I am here to debrief you,” he explained. So then he went on to tell me. “We are dealing with a 6’1’ caucasian male named Richard. He and his wife were in a heated argument when Lucy threw a plate towards his direction. This enraged him and he threw something, and then started pulling her hair. She was kicking him. Slowly the knife was pulled out and boom, that’s all we know from him, never said that he actually did anything, and that she killed herself, you need to go find out what happened,” Lt. Norris suggested. “Ok sure,” I replied and I went into a new interrogation room.

The walls in this room were yellow, when I entered Richard’s back was facing me, his hands shackled down to the desk. When I turned to look at him, I instantly knew that he was going to be harder to crack. His face was weary with a long beard from all the days spent in the streets, with scratches on his face. He asked me, “Are you the psycho ‘mind readers’ everyone has been talking about?” I hate that so much. I am not like those awkward street magicians who can read minds. No, I have greater capacities, seriously have you seen what they say? Duh? what they ‘predict’ is obvious, it’s mad! Anyways I was asking him questions, making him feel calm so I can connect to him easier but the more questions I asked the more I realized he was someone who will be harder to crack, I needed heaps of concentration and need to break a few rules.

I first proved to him that I was not crazy, so I brought an embarrassing story of himself to mind from the past, I could feel Lt. Norris being a bit uncomfortable about me doing this even from the one-sided mirror. This then made it easier for me to see into him. I was also hoping that he would be proven guilty so he doesn’t beat me up later if we bump into each other! I was now at the stage where I could ask him questions and see whether he has any unusual body movements or anything that is easier to see through him. After 15 minutes it was then time for the main question, “Did you kill Lucy?” I knew that he knew it was coming for him and when I began the sentence I knew he did, the iris of his eye had the small pigment moving more rapidly, this then made me know, it was very unusual that he gave it in so quickly. “Yes, I did" he said. Once he said that I was a massive state of surprise, why did he give in so easily? “I don’t deserve to be free! I killed my boy’s mother in front of him! Why oh why did I ever do such a thing?”  As he said that I saw it was like a massive load was off his back, “Take me now,” he begged “take me”.

On the day of the court trial he was looking much better, he wore a suit and shaved his face. He wasn’t allowed to see the baby because of what he did. There was still a judge case anyway, because the lawyer said that Richard had some mental issues. This why he confessed to us, UGH! lawyers. So we had no choice but to let there be a court case. The judge was yapping and yapping and Lt. Norris and his lawyer were also yapping and yapping while I was just staring at the walls. I hate the judge, that isn’t justice, justice is the truth, what I can find out. “Mr. Richard Larry, I sentence you to life imprisonment for the murder of Ms. Lucy Larry and for child cruelty,” the judge exclaimed. As she said all the people in the whole room, people were gasping, whispering and crying. “Order in the court! Order in the court!” she said while slamming her silly shiny wooden hammer that looked like something I played with when I was three on the desk.

That was that, Richard was put where he was meant to be and Lucy’s friends had her funeral and little Billy was put in an orphanage because Lucy was the only child of parents who were only children. Ever since that case I haven’t have a proper sleep pattern for weeks, something about Richard made me weaker in my lie detection skills, this is very unusual but I am still to this day finding an explanation. Why did he just give himself in? Did the pigments in his iris change because he got his confession off his chest or because of another reason? This is what comes of The Man Who Sees Through.

"Interrogation Room." screenshots, images and pictures. N.p., n.d. Web. 15 Oct. 2014. <http://www.comicvine.com/interrogation-room/4020-57795/images/>.

The Hunt

           Every few years, something called The Hunt takes place in my town. My town? It’s pretty small, we’re about five hundred people. We’re like a big family, everyone knows everyone and we all live to help each other. The Hunt: is a big event that has been part of our society for hundreds of years. It starts out with a big boom and then it all begins; chaos breaks loose. Soldiers from the big city arrive within the hour of the boom and start to take the children. The ones that are taken are never to be seen again. No one knows what happens to them, but there are myths that these children are used as our meat. They get stuffed until they have enough meat on their bones and then killed to provide for the entire country. Anyone who resists gets executed on the spot. Everyone is scared of it, no one talks about it, and if you happen to mention it, people tend to stare at you with great fear in their eyes. George, my neighbor, always tells me stories about The Hunt, but they’re so gruesome they must be made up. How could human beings do such things to each other? George told me about Mr. Green. Yes, he was a bit odd and had his moments where he completely lost it, but the stories George told me? They couldn’t be true. He told me that Mr. Green had witnessed his own wife’s execution, after his three children were taken away.  She was executed because she resisted against the soldiers when they were taking away their children. Mr. Green has never said a word to anyone ever since. He tends to stay inside with the doors locked and the blinds shut. No one knew a thing about him.The next Hunt is in about three to four weeks from now and my parents are getting more nervous with every day that passes. We had a cabin in the woods where we would hide out during The Hunt. Everyday we took some supplies there. People became more paranoid and more careful. Careful to whom they would speak, share their information with, and even ask for help. Only two days until it starts –my parents are telling me to stay inside at all time. One-day left, I’m scared. My mother told me that we’re leaving as soon as it gets dark. 

After waiting for hours, my dad came up to my room and said that we were leaving. I was nervous, scared, and my heart was beating so fast, I could feel it in my throat. We were walking in the dark, we couldn’t see a thing, and we were all scared to death. My brother started sobbing and my mother couldn’t stop shaking. My father kept saying that everything would be fine, as long as we stuck together and kept on moving. When we finally got to the cabin, we knew something was wrong. Nothing was in the place we had left it in. The cabin looked searched. My mother grabbed my arm and pressed my brother to her body. My father pulled out a gun and I gasped. It was against the law to own a gun or any kind of weapon. We were barely allowed to own a kitchen knife. He put his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. I did as he said, but so much was going through my head. Where did he get that? Why didn’t he tell me sooner about this? I had so many questions and no one was giving me answers. We stood there for a few minutes, listening if there was anyone. Every noise we heard we shifted and with every noise I grabbed my mother’s arm with more power. And then, all at once, with a big boom, someone kicked down the door. I was blinded by the flash flights and felt helpless. Someone had taken me from my mother’s side. I tried to get away but he was too strong, I tried kicking him and I kept on kicking him until everything went dark.When I woke up everything hurt. There was this endless pain in my right arm: the arm that was held by the soldier that pulled me away from my mother. I opened my eyes with difficulty. I looked around me. There, in the corner, was a figure. It looked big and intimidating. It was looking at me. I couldn’t see its eyes, but I just felt it staring at me.

“Where am I?” I asked. It didn’t answer so I asked again, but this time louder and with more power, “Where am I and where are we going?” It stayed quiet for a bit and then he answered. He had a deep voice that sounded surprisingly friendly. “You’re on a train on your way to the city”. The city? What’s in the city? Why am I going to the city? “You have a lot of questions don’t you?” He said it in this voice, he sounded surprised.Hours had passed when the train came to a sudden stop and the figure started to smile. “We’re here.” 

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. The door opened and the first thing I saw were high buildings, made up from glass shining in the early morning light. I was stunned and the man started to laugh, but not very loudly, but softly as if he were trying to make me feel more comfortable. They took me to one of the shiny buildings and told me to stay seated in one of the rooms, which had green chairs. I did as I was told. At the end of the room was a door through which a lady with red hair walked in. She signaled me to her and I approached. She said to follow her; she started to walk towards the same door she walked in through, and I followed. The room was made up of four walls, of which one was completely made of glass. My eyes automatically went to the glass and what I saw was the truth. The myths about the fate of the taken children weren’t myths; they were real. Everything was real; the children being stuffed, held in one place like animals, and the slaughtering.

"Stocks." Dreamstime. N.p., n.d. Web. <http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/glass-skyscraper-blue-sky-23720483.jpg>.

Disaster Boys

In the run-down slums of Los Angeles, during the worst October to date random unexplainable natural disasters had been terrorizing the world for 10 years since the great decline in 2014; change was in store for the world. Waken up to the repercussions of a crazy sandstorm, Anderson Denzel and his younger brother Ricky had swiped the torn-up drapes from their bedroom to get a feel for the sudden commotion. The two had gotten a quick glance at their friends Jerome Dwayne and Leroy Stefan getting into a brawl, with local bounty hunters Michael Sean, and Jamaal Lee fighting for no reason. From curiosity, they stormed out of the orphanage to break up the fight. Anderson started barking at the hunter’s “ Leave them alone. What are guys doing?” In response the hunters go ranting off saying that Jamal and Michael were responsible for the destruction of their homes and many other residences. The boys then reply saying it must be the sandstorm; however before they could finish a mash of blazin meteors come raining down before them like a sequence of missiles. They all ran to take refuge in a underground bunker. Shocked in paralyzation from what had just happened, Anderson turns on the local news channel. What they see is a worldwide report of hundreds of meteors falling onto Earth, creating chaos while demolishing any building in their path. Eventually a meteor finds it way to the newscast tower, and they have lost connection. To make it even worse everyone starts bickering, and then Ricky yells for them stop. In the end, they decide to sit put in the bunker until tomorrow and sleep away the night.

Waking up from rejuvenating sleep, the group rises early and exits the bunker. However, they keep arguing and fighting with each other; until they finally agree to a pact where until everything is back to normal, they will form an alliance. Suddenly, Jerome and Leroy point out the destruction of their orphanage, and they realize there is another group of unfamiliar guys beaten to a pulp on the ground. They run over to them and ask what has happened to them. Barely moving their mouth’s they manage to say their homes remains have been ransacked and burned by a gang called the MS-13. One of the beaten men explains that they are a lethal drug cartel based out of Mexico, run by the notorious crime lord Omar Calderon. Another one of the men adds on saying: “There is a rumor spreading another dangerous gang, called the Crips have made an alliance with MS-13, and they plan on killing everyone in their way for complete domination of LA.” After pondering on how to take action, Leroy and Jerome believe they should start their own group; they want to rally up all the remaining survivors to take down the alliance. First off, they begin with recruiting the beaten men proceeding with giving them medical assistance.

After a few hours of relaxing, they have set up camp near the orphanage wreckage. Once everyone has settled Anderson says: “Ok guys, we need to assemble a great plan to get prepared for a showdown with the gang alliance; this may take weeks to accomplish, but I know we can do it.” “And how do you plan on doing this, if I may ask?” replies Ricky with a smug face. Then, Michael interrupts saying: “I think we need to work, collaboratively; me and Jerome, can gather all the survivors we can find, to recruit for our gang. “Great, also you know we are bikers and professional mechanics. We could hook ourselves up with some armoured transportation with so many laying vehicle parts around the city.” reply the beaten men in excitement. “Awesome guys, but we can't possibly have a gang out a name, weapons, and an improved protective home base.” responds Jerome in doubt. “No worries, my military experience comes in handy now; I know where to find, and how to make great weapons. Plus, Ricky is quite the architect, so I think all our problems are solved.” Anderson explains with confidence. With some thinking involved, the group comes to the agreement of the disaster boys; their goal is bring chaos, and disorder to all opposing enemies. At the peak of darkness in midnight, the group begins their quest to dethrone the alliance, and bring relative peace along with rehabilitation to the streets of LA.

After weeks of preparation the gang has accomplished all their goals, and also has gained intel on the whereabouts of the alliance headquarters; where they plan to  a stormed barrage tonight. “All is looking good guys, we have recruited an army of a few hundred men, and we are ready.” bursts Jerome, and Michael in anxiousness. “Calm down guys, we need still need to go over the plan again. Me and Ricky with our men will attack from underground, locate Omar, and finish them. To do so, we need Michael and Jerome’s group to attack from the east, the bikers must head in from the west, and Leroy must go with Jerome’s group from the south to surprise them.” replies Anderson. After a few hours of rest, everyone heads out to the abandoned warehouse where the alliance is hiding; except Anderson and Ricky’s group going through the underground tunnels to ambush Omar’s hideout within the warehouse.

A slaughterfest has begun, and time has struck absolute death at quarter past 8. Despite, losing many casualties, all groups have succeeded in advancing into the warehouse, and they are waiting on Anderson’s groups to enter, finish Omar and his men. In great thanks to work of the bikers, the groups all were able to ram through the walls of warehouse with armoured trucks, and pick off even more enemies. Back in Anderson and Ricky’s group, they have made their way into the warehouse where they were ambushed by Omars men. They quickly ran for protection behind the piles of junk scraps; however, they were pinned down. Then, from nowhere Omar walks in and yells “Its all over, and theres no escape.” However, to his surprise Anderson calls his back up, and Omar has been surrounded. Ricky and Anderson reveal themselves, and tells Omar: “Your reign in LA is over, and the city is going back to the people.”  Then he hollers to Omar’s men and captured slaves: “All of you innocent fighters of Omar, I ask of you to join us bring back peace, and settle our differences aside. I know we can't change what happened already, but we surely change the path of the future.” After, the gang heads out with Omar in custody, the remaining fighters and slaves on their side, along with a new direction for the motivation. Rebuilding the City of Angels, getting rid of the meteors, and bringing back the heavenly atmosphere to the people.

Image Source:Service, Mail Foreign. "Devastating Fire Turns Philippine Shanty Town into Towering Inferno." Mail Online. Associated Newspapers, 26 Apr. 2010. Web. 14 Oct. 2014.