Freedom by William Stiles (best classic novels .TXT) 📕

The End of War, or So they Thought

Blasters firing, bombs dropping, people screaming, buildings crashing, bosz bosz, churk churk, "aah!" dosh, bang, "my leg!". The war against the rebels has broken out in Dreadisia and Dreadisia is losing. They have finally created a working machine called Drone 87, a robot created to make replicas of itself but made for war.

"General, general! The machine is a success. The rebels are fleeing." Doctor Eric said, "After 4 long years, we have finally ended the war. The machine has given us the power of the gods, general."

"Good," replied General Dreamon. "Send down one of our soldiers to give the mechanic Charles the instructions on making those weapons better so that we can destroy the rebels and restore peace and order back into our country."

"Yes sir," replied the Doctor. "Hey you. Give these instructions to Charles, got it?"

"Um... Yes sir," replied Henry. "But where is he, sir?"

"He's in the basement," said the Doctor.

"Thank you, sir. I'll get right on my way then," Henry said as he walked out of the tent.

Henry walked through Dreadisia until he reached the door to the basement right behind the building where Charles' mom died. He hesitated before opening the door so that he could build the nerve to talk to Charles, for he and all the other soldiers feared Charles for his voice was like a fearless murderer. He then opened the door and saw Charles staring at his hand.

"Charles. I have some instructions from the general," said Henry in a trembling voice.

Charles was a tall, scrawny young fellow about 15 years old and the master mechanic of Dreadisia. He had short black hair and a scar across his face. He had a robotic hand from the war.

"Thanks. Just tell me them," replied Charles in a fearsome voice, looking up from his hand.

"The general demands that you modify our men's weapons and the drone's weapons rightaway," Henry said in an even more trembling voice as he saw the scar.

"Thanks. You may leave now," Charles said as Henry trembled out the door.

Charles was left alone in the basement of the house he had lost his mother in. He went back to staring at his mechanical hand. He remembered that horrible day. It was April 3, 2032, when he and his mom, Clara, were in the house relaxing on the couch. Then, all of a sudden, these men broke down the door and killed his mom with one precise blast to the head. All 4 of them shot at Charles but failed to hit him anywhere except for one shot that hit his hand and shot it off. Charles fell to his knees holding his now bleeding hand. They were about to kill him when a group of 7 military men came charging at them, firing but missing. This caused the men to scatter and 2 of the military group came in to carry Charles because he couldn't walk with how much blood he was losing.

They carried him to the medic inside the tent and managed to stop the bleeding. The general had sent a group in order to grab him and bring him back there so that he could be healed for his wounds, or in this case, stop his wounds from bleeding out. They they sent for those men again to carry him to the basement of his house for that's where he would live taking cammands from a man that he may never see. Charles was then awakened from the horrible nightmare by the sounds of cheers coming from outside.

He began following orders and got to work. He gathered up all the drones and collected all the men's weapons. After only working for 20 minutes, he had make the soldiers' weapons as strong as the drones were, which were really strong compared to the original weapons. He then made the drones' weapons ultimate. He also, just for the heck of it, made the drones' armor even stronger than their weapons which were already quite strong.

He then was finished iwth the orders and began to work on his robotic hand. He had to fix and upgrade the powercell. Then all of a sudden he remembered it again. He had been carried to the basement where all the junk and tech was and he only remembered blackness and only heard the strong, heavy voice that was the general.

"Are you Charles?" the general said in a fearsome voice.

"Y...e....s..." replied Charles weakly.

"You are hereby ordered by the Dreadisian military to create a working machine that will create other machines like it, but made completely for war and to cause mass destruction and mayhem on our enemies. Do you hear and understand me?" yelled the general in an ordersome voice.

"Yes sir," Charles replied in an even weaker voice.

Then he was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of the general's cold, heartless voice training the men so that if and when the rebels try another attempt at attacking us, the men will be ready.

The Start of Love

It was just around lunch time and Charles was working on the powercell like he always does. Two years had passed since the rebels had fled from the battle and he was still stuck to live in that wretched basement. He had just finished the powercell when the door flew open, fwoosh, and in walked a tall young girl roughly the age of 16 in camoflage clothes. She had come bearing his lunch and was the only one that didn't fear him, besides the general of course.

"Is that the same thing as yesterday?" asked Charles as she was setting down the tray.

"Yes," she replied in an annoyed voice.

"Okay. Well thank you. Um... What's your name?" asked Charles while staring into her golden eyes.

"Sage. My name is Sage, Charles," Sage replied.

"Sage," Charles said in a dreamy voice. "Sage, you are allowed to go now. That is, if you want to go."

But Sage was already out the door and halfway to the tent. For the rest of the day, he sat thinking all about her. She too was thinking about him and he could feel it. He wass right. She was thinking about him and had been for a while.

The next day, she came through the door cheerful and bearing his tray again for it was lunch time once more.

"Sleep well last night?" asked Sage. "I know I did."

"Not really, seeing as how I slept on a Sleep Number bed," replied Charles. ""Is that my lunch?"

"Yeah," answered Sage. "So how was your day after I left yesterday?"

"Boring, but," Charles paused for a second, "that's not why you're here is it? Nor are you here just to bring me my tray full of food, right?"

"You're right," Sage answered, "the reason for me really being here is... hmmmm.... mmmm.."

Charles had thrown himself upon her and they were now kissing. He saw it in her eyes, that the reason she had come was because she was in love with him.

After that, they continued to have these regular visits, but they were always cut short because there was without warning a raise in demands for weapons and upgrades to be made. That still didn't stop them from seeing each other. Their love was stronger than anything, except for death.

The Beginning of a New Friendship

Due to all the orders for weapons and upgrades over the past 2 years, Charles needed another hand to help around the basement. Luckily, the general actually listened to Charles' need and assigned Henry to the job of following orders from him until the demands were fulfilled. Sadly, even after another 2 months had passed, there were still demands coming in.

"Good god," Henry said agrivatedly. "Can't people live in peace and without violence? Or WAR?!"

"There's no disagreeing with you," Charles replied, looking up from an old SMG that he was upgrading. "If war settles nothing than why do we have war?"

"Because people are idiots these days, Charles," answered Henry while laughing afterwards. "Hahaha. I mean the people that have started wars in the past, not people like you and me, Charles."

"You know what? You may actually be right," replied Charles with a smile.

"I just realized something." Henry paused for a moment. "I don't feel terrified of you anymore. I actually feel safe and happy."

"You see, Henry, I can actually be a nice guy once you get to know me," Charles replied while giving him a pat on the back and a smile.

"I think I'll stay working for you even if the demands stop coming," said Henry with a smile and he gave Charles a pat on the back, too.

"Well, how about I give you a job and make you my apprentice." Charles paused. "Then I'll have an extra hand to help me with the demands and you'll be able to learn the way I do these things. Then you wouldn't have to go and then we can be great friends. How about that?"

"Well, I'll do it," Henry said with glee and almost shook Charles' hand but remembered his robotic hand.

With that agreement came the start of a new friendship that could only be separated by death. They continued the demands and Henry no longer feared Charles.

As weeks came and went, Henry was learning a lot from Charles and was in no time going to be as good of a mechanic as Charles himself. Henry was loving the things he was learning and in less than a month's past, he had moved in with Charles. He also learned about the love between Charles and Sage and how much they meant to one another, not including Henry. He and Sage had even become friends. Sage helped with the demands whenever she visited Charles, which sometimes lasted for a few hours and once they were almost caught by the general.