System Nullification

Chapter 14

 "I just can't," Cameron said. "I'm sorry. Okay, this might take a lot of antimatter, but... it'll be worth it. Here."

 He swung his sword towards us, and Jackson screamed, "Whoa, what the hell?!"

 Before any of us could react, we found ourselves in a completely different place. The buildings looked pretty technologically advanced. It was basically the northwest province in the U.P. (United Provinces)  with a lot of graffiti and street art. "Uh, did he... what did he do?" Jackson asked.

 "He teleported us to who knows where..." I muttered. "What the hell?"

 "I know exactly where we are..." William stated.

 "So where are we?" Zephyr asked.

 "We... we're in the United Kingdom," William said.

 "No way..." I whispered in awe. "He actually..."

 "Yes way," William said. "We're going to find those damn things that Cameron hid here. I don't care if I have to trek all around the United Kingdom to find it. I'll definitely find it... I swear."

 I realized something. "Actually, considering how much technology there is here," I began stating. "A lot of the ground options are eliminated already. The incident happened in the woods. So we have to check all the forests, then go a mile north when we find evidence because of a message from Anderson himself... and find the nearest rundown shack."

 "How do you know this?" William questioned.

 "Cameron told me everything about what happened that night," I replied. "Come on, let's go."

 And so, we had commenced the journey to find the clues from the past, slightly hoping for a possibility for clues on what to do for the future.I had no idea why, but I felt scared.

 ~ "All lives end. All love is lost. Caring is not an advantage." - Will

 Living in the United Kingdom was basically living through hell. I always dreamed of going to the United Provinces, but I wasn't sure how I would ever be able to do that. So I pushed those thoughts away, and focused on the life I had in front of me. I didn't learn much from being here, but I did conclude the following thing: Anyone that hurts someone else for no good reason was a horrible one to me. So I guess everyone in my school ended up being labeled as horrible people to me.

 Over the years this world has existed, there has been change. For example, the United States became the United Provinces. In my case though, the United Kingdom has not changed for me. Not even its name. The only positive change that ever happened in my life was the fact that my mom remarried to a better man than my biological dad. Other than that, not a damn thing had happened to my life that truly impacted who I was. At school, I was always called things. I was always called gay, fat, a homo, an outcast, a misfit, a weirdo, an idiot, a fag. There was even more than that too. Even the teachers didn't like me. I always got in trouble for dumb reasons, like that time I got punched, so I punched the kid back. The other kid got away with what he did, and I got a detention. School was just shitty, and my parents were always busy at work so I had nothing to look forward to after suffering day after day. I told my parents (my biological mom and my step dad) that each day was fine. I claimed that everything was okay, when really, it wasn't. The only reason why I told them I'd be okay is because they stressed out about enough and I didn't want to be a hassle to them.

 Basically, what I had was too precious for me to use, so I shut them out. I constantly acted like an asshole to outside forces since they treated me like one. So I had nothing else. Not until I met Anderson.

 I was hanging out in some random alleyway. London was full of suspicious looking places, and this was exactly where I decided to hang out everyday. I spotted a blonde guy I never saw before, leaning against a wall. He was barely taller than me. He was probably new to the place. "Oh," I thought. "He probably has no idea what he's up for in London, especially this part of London. I'll be a nice guy for once and warn him."

 "Hey," I greeted him, and he turned to my direction. "London can get pretty crazy. I just thought I'd warn you, since you seem new around here."

 When he stared at me with his greenish-bluish eyes in silence, I frowned. "This is why I try not to make friends," I thought.

 He was kind of good looking, and he wasn't answering me. So I said, "Okay, bye," and quickly turned the other way and started to leave. "Wait," the guy said, and I stopped in my tracks. "You seem trustworthy. My name's Anderson."

 I turned back around to face Anderson. "I'm William. Call me Will," I introduced myself.

 "Alright, Will. Let's go do something crazy. Something as crazy as how people look at people like you and me," Anderson said.

 "How do you know that?" I asked.

 "I mean, why else would you be hanging around here?" Anderson asked as I looked at the 'new guy' with awe. "Come on, are we skinny dipping or crashing a club?"

 Anderson turned out to be a nice person. Strange, but with a really good heart. I enjoyed the fact that he was always around. He told me of running away at a young age and being able to survive ever since. I hated his parents for treating him like shit, but I was glad Anderson ended up coming to me.

 He was the one that encouraged me to enjoy life the way it is. He was also the one that was always there by my side. Sometimes he had to go do some secret jobs, but when he came back at the end of the day, being separated from my best friend for a moment was always worth it in the end. He helped me through life's battles. He attended my school just to tell off all the bullies and teachers. He told them that, "Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing the true monsters we are."

 That shut everyone up. They didn't bother looking at me or talking to me, because they knew I had Anderson by my side, and Anderson intimidated them. Anderson was intimidating in wits and strength. However, I trusted Anderson so much that those intimidations made others look weaker to me. Then, I got a phone call one day.

~

 "Fucking hell, good thing the U.P and the U.K use the same currency now," Zephyr groaned. "We've been walking all day, and we're basically living off of whatever money we were carrying."

 "Wait a second..." I muttered, looking at a grave.

 "Well..." William said. "That gravestone says Anderson's name on it."