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Prologue
Revolution.
What does the word mean to you? Ask any person on the
street. Anyone. His answer would differ completely from mine. I
can guarantee it. Why? Because I can guarantee he has never
known how a revolution truly feels.
I have. And that’s not merely a bold statement.
To many, I’m known as Damien Knox, the last member
of both the Bastion and the Syndicate. It’s not something I’m
proud of. In fact, I hated my life in the movement. Strict rules,
strict disciplines, strict conducts. For the most part, we had to live
in secrecy. We had to make sure we could tell friends from foes,
right from wrong, good from evil.
Caution became one of the main focuses in our cause.
Too many mistakes had been made during the early days of our
existence, and we weren’t willing to succumb to such accidents
any longer. However, once we got past that phase, we became
nearly unstoppable. But why and how, then, could we have
fallen? If I knew, we wouldn’t be in ruins as we are now.
Not a day goes by that I don’t mourn my former
comrades. Great people – that was how I saw them. Society
thought otherwise. To them, we were all nothing but soulless
exiles brainwashed and manipulated by the evils of the media.
People from politicians to preachers to regular workmen – they
despised us and cursed us. Worse yet, they hunted us. They
believed we were in the wrong and labeled us as “the Devil’s
henchmen.” But that didn’t faze us. We already felt like pariahs
of society from the beginning. It’s not as if anything had changed,
whether or not we were a part of the Syndicate. Looking back,
however, I can’t argue with them. But at the time, we felt that
what we did was necessary.
It all began mere months ago in a city so full of energy,
so full of electricity – the city of New Valley. But even after all
the buildings we demolished, all the people we terrorized, all the
laws we broke, we were still human beings, creatures with
feelings. We were creatures that experienced joy and sorrow, love
and hatred, comfort and pain. We had parents. We had siblings.
We had relatives. But they turned on us the moment they felt that
we could no longer be loved. They saw only evil in us.
Within an instant, the love they once had for us
transformed directly into hatred. All the memories of birthdays, of
family reunions, of graduations, of weddings . . . They were all
forgotten because of the sole fact that we had become renegades
with one and only one goal in mind: to maintain the liberties and
rights that we had enjoyed for the past decades of our lives.
Indeed, it was a rather vague concept, but our leader Violet never
revealed the exact thoughts that shuffled within her scheming
mind.
Keep in mind that during the time, life as we knew it was
being threatened. With a new leader rising to power, new reforms
ultimately began to emerge. The Bastion, the faction from which
the Syndicate later emerged, felt that we needed to do something
about these changes.
And what did society do when we tried to stand our
ground? They ostracized us. As I said, we were human, and we
felt that our actions were simply acts of justice. As part of the
Syndicate, we only committed crimes because we felt it was
necessary. We may have resorted to violence, but it was
necessary. Had they given us a chance to voice our opinions, it
wouldn’t have had to result in absolute anarchy.
Uniform, we were, but each and every day, I continue to
ask myself, was I really one of them? To me, I was neither here
nor there. Keep in mind that I was only twenty-four at the time.
At that age, most people should have already had their lives and
goals figured out, but for me, it was my transitional phase.
The very fact that I was associated with the Syndicate
immediately exiled me from society. But even though I shared the
same beliefs and desires as the rest of the group, my motives were
not in the very least similar. Even after we broke off from the
Bastion, I continued to question our methods because I constantly
wondered whether or not they made a difference. Then again,
could our actions have been right? After all, the end justifies the
means, doesn’t it?
But then, in saying that, one would have to ask yet
another question: Was our final goal considered good? Was it
moral?
And even then, who would be the rightful judge of that?
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