Fall of freedom! (Fictional Writing)

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The boy felt the cold of the metal wall on his back, ahead everything looked off, with a gray eternal wherever he looked at, only contrasts were found with the colors of the books that rested in the pristine iron shelf. In that room he felt like a merchandise in a container, like a bird in a cage or a man in a prison. That room was the prison of him.

Tim since he was born had been someone with an incredible capacity. With the age of seven, he began to control various languages, he knew how to make advanced mathematical calculations and was taunt for art and showed him far when he sculptured. He had been a unique child, a difficult prodigy to get. However, with the arrival of his adolescence, his father died; Being the only family member he had he was alone. Soon, the visit of government officials came to his house, who brought the offer from the State, where he offered to take care of him and arrive at him a friendly hand, hoping that the potential he had did not be wasted. "Our nation helps its people," he had said.

Little by little, they began to interfere in his life, took him away from his tastes and passions of his and headed him to the interests of the moment in the country: weapons. The government wanted to expand its borders, It wanted to create new colonies that will help it increase, for that reason they had created plans where careers were financed for young promises, which could be used with those purposes. Tim, in particular, had been chosen to create weapons, had shown great abilities in almost everything that was put in front, however, in the creation of arms had highlighted as no other person had done it and had been imposed simply That role. Tim had created all kinds of firearms and weapons. He could, for example, to find a way to transform a crotch piece of iron into an elegant and beautiful ornate dagger. It was the only way to bring up the artistic skills of his, even when he did something as empty and absurd as a weapon.

The days had lost all the color they once could have. All the hunger of knowledge he once had, disappeared; Now only what could take a glimpse of smile and pleasure was to see that what he created had beauty, despite what it was. The only friend he had done in his stay there had made him see the creations of his from that point of view Mike had been the only one who had wanted to be close to him; Most people who worked with Tim were away and treated him with repudiation. Mike had been a great support, he was the person with whom he could speak naturally. As they two were essential pieces for the government, they were pleased in a request from both: the creation of a helicopter; It would be one of the greatest creations of him since it had been the first thing they had created together and, besides, that it was not a weapon, on the contrary, it was made of a practically indestructible material. This was a tool made to protect.

You do not have escape from what you have done, boy!

Do not you realize that I'm not escaping? For the first time in my life I'm not escaping at all, I'm dealing with what I think is right! Never again, I will never let again let anyone put a strap! I will be free!

The Raven of Peace of Him was flying over a volcano at that time, he had created that trying to be indestructible; However, not even he could be unharmed with magma. Tim made the helicopter fall into chopping. When he was falling through the volcano opening he felt the immense heat invading him, his back was bathed in sweat and his throat burned, around him everything was full of bright colors that adorned the interior of the ship. That was the ship of the freedom of him, not a simple helicopter, a ship that would protect him from being a slave to someone. He and his friend, his father, had made him to protect everyone. That place was his way for peace. He did not even manage to hear the screams of men who were behind.

When the magma swallowed everything, he knew that he would never be in a cage again.

The two had had great ideas for the future, they had decided that they would change things in their surroundings, who would convince everyone to eliminate those imperialist ideas. Mike gave great speeches that mobilized people and created a lot of stir and Tim was always at the side of him. When it seemed that everything was working and going for better they were victims of strong retaliation: Mike was commanded to work away and then died mysteriously; Tim was excluded in that container where he would only work and would not have an opportunity to create rebellion. In addition, he had stripped him the helicopter of his and had loaded it with weapons, which became a kind of air tank.

He could only think about what was not, in everything he lost. Feel the cold of the wall to walk the whole body of his. He was frustrated that the world will run in that way, with such evil people leading and with people so good being victims of them. He had lost his father, he had lost the freedom of his, his desire to live and had returned them with a great friend, simply to snatch them brusquely. The world laughed at him. Everything was chaos. Craziness. The creation of him had brought havoc, war and suffering. But he could do something ...

He managed to convince him the heads of his to come with him to ask for forgiveness. When they came seeing some men resolved with superb appearance fall victims of a gas created by him to immobilize them. He took them inside the helicopter and ripped himself, not without first leaving the hangar made destroyed, burned the container where he lived, with all the progress and studies of his. He flew with them tied in his seats, with the passing of the hours they were aware and told him that he would regret what he was doing.