In a world where everything is almost perfect, there’s always something secretly, incredibly dangerous, and utterly wrong. And that’s when the murders began.

The night of a beautiful full moon. Shame though, puddles of blood everywhere you turn; horrifying really. Guts hanging from trees branches and decapitated head is covered in mud in between the leaves in the bushes. Then I might have been beautiful couple days ago, when the government we’re still together tonight and for the past week the nights are when all hell breaks loose. The citizens of what used to be the “perfect“ little city better pray to God that they are locks work. It be a shame if one of my pets got a hold of them, a real shame.

The kingdom of maximum-security taken down overnight but a group of rebellious people, not even fully grown adults, how sad. Imagine that: Highly trained nights and special forces of the military from one, if not, the strongest kingdom to ever exist, taken down and completely destroyed by three teenagers, one drunk 21-year-old man, and a goddamn 10-year-old girl. It’s honestly sad to admit that I was one of the demons to help create the humans perfect world, although I will admit that the angel I worked with was pretty fucking hot.

We were there balance, I was the bad, and she was the good. We should’ve paid more attention to those kids and that old man. This is an about how we fucked up, but it is about how they fucked it all up. Atlee honest for once in my life… I help.

CHAPTER 1: Plans

2:33 AM Three months prior. This side of the world is asleep, as it should be. However two little shits… I mean sneak out of their homes at this time to meet up with a friend how rebellious...

“SHHH– Can’t you be more quiet?? “A girl like whisper from a small and short shadow.

“Your ‘shhh’ was louder than me though.” Set another shadow, just not as small and short but still a bit girly.

These are two out of the five dip shits that – members of the rebellion, two out of the five members of the rebellion that are trying to sneak out of their own homes. From the second floor of their house they walk to the back where the balcony is, jumping from there to the gazebo on nearly breaking it and finally sliding down. All they had to do the back gates of the yard, and they would Have if the neighbors dog was inside and asleep. The tall and not so small shadow from before the, tiny one, is named Angelica.

I’ll tell you why there’s going to be a rebellion, but I neither know or care.