This world has changed. People have changed. Politics and democracy have been buried alongside their masters. Their inevitable end... No-one mourns that loss. It was never going to last anyway. Blood was on that Dance floor

A feud. A feud which began as nothing more than a paranoid conspiracy soon to be deep fried in a cover-up and garnished with hatred and ignorance. I sometimes ask myself: what is terror? It’s nothing more than a form of economy used to keep the world in check and stop the long necked person from standing out and prosper.

2011. Some thought that this was the Golden age of Democracy and Earth’s ever-increasing technology making man’s ability to kill all the more easier. Old Al’s dream of preventing ‘the inconvenient truth’ from destroying all of earth-kind was going well. Obama’s popularity now exceeded beyond the limits of what any normal human being could bear .inevitably, he gained enemies. He established the largest democratic system running planet-wide running without flow. Well that’s what I heard anyway... but like I said, it was never going to last.

It was Christmas Eve, the first Christmas celebrated by the human colonies of Mars and the First in which Earth could proudly look up and smile. Some crazed fools even cried out: To Infinity and beyond!

Martians and humans together on one platform celebrating somehow seemed a little…robotic. People waving and cheering in perfect sync and all falling silent once the President and the leader of Mars colony Mark1 both took the stage. Both men together had enormous stage prowess, no-one even flinched despite the magnitude of powerhouse humans which stood before them. Their leaders; their protectors.

Gunshot. Silence

Gunshot. Everyone Screams. Both men fall. Both men fall with blood between their eyes. No-one looked at their bodies. They just dissipated in all manner of direction and ‘the greatest moment in history’ now becomes nothing more than typo. Ironic isn’t it? How the most well known men of our generation forgotten instantly upon death? They pretend to mourn for a while before forgetting that they even existed; nothing more than an illusion.

The killer was never found. He was officially classed the man who stole Christmas; The Grinch (I hope I don’t get sued for saying that).

Of course it wasn’t all doom and gloom (yet) as certain corporations started to prey on a shaken humankind. First came blame; then came hatred and finally, War broke out. Out came the PMCs and began to turn the aspect of war into a way of making money tearing entire worlds apart. The world economy now relies on a continuous war, fought by PMCs, which outnumber government military forces.Certain Gene types can purchase certain weapons so every street will flow blood more ‘efficiently’. Racists and racism were everywhere plaguing the streets and so it began; the violence, the bloodshed. The war economy.

The world has changed. It has become a battlefield and I’m approaching its centre. My home destroyed. My mother, my father shot to death right in front of me because of their refusal to be part of the war economy. My brother and I are the only ones left. Travelling from one city to another. On and on they came, taking every refuge we could salvage; tearing our youth; tugging on our lease of life.

We had no choice but to survive on the chaotic streets. There we witnessed the ultimate evil in effect, the ultimate in racial cleansing. Whole families thrown onto the streets and shot...like my mother was. Children beaten mercilessly and toyed with...like my sisters were. Anyone who tried to escape was stopped in the most unorthodox and brutal manner. People having their limbs severed and then getting beaten with those very arms yelling and laughing. Stop hitting yourself. Some lucky families quietly escaped the chaos and left the country.

Martin Luther King had a dream; I have this nightmare, the only difference is that I am LIVING IT. Somebody please come help us because I just can’t take it. STOP PRESSURING ME! With such confusions just make me want to scream; But no-one can hear me among the screams of the other 5,999,999,999 people on earth.

I’m in London today. Far from my Small Heath home, I never thought I’d ever go there, forget going alone. We sleep in the ruins of the London eye seeing all. Not really, we just chose to go there because no-one goes there since it collapsed. I don’t know even when that happened but it did...apparently. Soldiers are patrolling the streets everyday and families of coloured origin are getting hunted in the streets. Children becoming orphans, people getting mutilated to the point where even they won’t recognise themselves if the look in the mirror.

My Brother is probably the bravest kid in the world, he may only be 12, but he constantly thinks about helping the others like us. I know we should too but... I am a coward (my father was right all along). You know what? Forget my fears; I am going to help them. My Brother is right. He’s always right after all; he’s the only one I can trust.

We left the very next morning, scouring the streets for anyone and everyone we could help, and we found many; children, adults the elderly; blacks, whites; every colour was present; all of them in different kind of pain. We took them all back to the ruins of the London eye and provided first aid (which we stole from an army outpost a few days prior) and food (which we also stole from an old run down grocery store). I think we found around 100 people which were mainly children; angry, broken and scared children.

For the first time, I felt as though my life had gained a purpose and it was all because of my brother. I remember the day where he stood up for me when one of cousins made me cry. Despite the fact that he was two years younger than me, he was the wiser one. That night was quiet; no sound; no one heard a thing. It was silent. Too silent. Normally we’d hear the screams of families being tortured and mutilated by the soldiers. There was nothing.

i lay there awake feeling a strange sense of foreboding about my worst fears and the pain which was soon to be confirmed...