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Brethren, let me weave you a tale set in the modern age, if the present was bleak, then the future had never looked colder. Nearly half of the country’s population was suffering from hunger, isolation, mental illness and hopelessness. Technology had advanced so quickly that the need for human existence itself was becoming obsolete.
Realistically only a fraction of the population had the potential to create a sustainable income, and with the remaining population doubling at a mathematical rate, it was painfully obvious that planet Earth would no longer be able to sustain the human race.
When the food supply ended, famine, sickness and starvation were only the beginning, the panic and chaos that ensued would be on a global scale. And not even martial law would be effective.
In the aftermath, with no central government, society would collapse, and for the second time in human history the dark ages would fall.
Death seemed certain for everybody, except those few that had either the money or power to escape it. And maybe not even the brightest or the wealthiest would be able to do that.
The global elite had begun putting the last stages of their contingency plan in action. One of which was the harvesting of underage women to be used as “breeders.”
The ratio of woman had to outnumber that of the men but “involuntary” selection had become extremely dangerous in the information age.
One of the most powerful weapons the “Globalists,” had was secrecy, but with the “Internet Terrorists,” bypassing and infiltrating even their most classified systems and then exposing them to the entire world; the satanic elite were losing their edge.
Worse than that were the Internal "Whistle-Blowers" who could defect by uploading any classified information onto a popular "conspiracy" website, and validating it in a matter of seconds. The dream of a one world government seemed to be over.
So what were the alternatives?
Simple, If you could not dominate the world; destroy it. It would be easier to control the world with "marginal" poplulation.
The Matrix was imploding, and it was not just other countries warring, but factions within the United States Government itself, so no one could be trusted.
But I digress…
Mark was the handsome, arrogant, spoiled little rich kid, grew up getting everything he wanted.
Until Jeanie arrived.
Jeanie, the new girl; beautiful redhead whose emerald-green eyes held secrets; showed intelligence, compassion and maybe just a hint of danger, sparkled with a magic that entranced all who could see it.
Mark could, but he was used to having everything he wanted, so the effects of her hypnotic beauty would not last long. Or so he thought.
But the more aggressively he pursued her, the cooler her response. Mark could not easily impress her with his wealth, as he had done with so many others because Jeanie’s family had money as well. Mark was not detered, he already decided that Jeanie was to be his, a worth addition to his privileged life and nothing would stand in his way, not even Jeanie herself.
But Mark found that Jeanie could not only match him, but soon even had him on his guard. None of his tricks were working. Then caught in the heat of passion, Jeanie let her guard down and unintentionally revealed herself in a way that made her vulnerable.
Bad mistake for a woman who thought she was immune to the love of a man whom she knew would exploit her every weakness. Jeanie could forgive for that, It wasn’t Mark's fault, that was not the man she loved. He was raised to be the epitome of “corporationalism," the conqueror, and by any means necessary. In a modern world that was done with money. But there was more to life than money, Jeanie would save him.
But who would save her?
What Mark didn’t know was that there were other parties equally interested in Jeanie, for their own reasons, just as selfish, but not as benign. Jeanie’s parents were employed by a division of the government, but nobody knew specifically what branch.
These people were anciet and evil, Jeanie's parents were only employed there because of their bloodlines. It was a very dangerous government sect that dealt with the paranormal, alien hybrids, cloning, and advanced technology. The powers that be, were very aware of Jeanie’s supernatural abilities because that was what she had been bred for.
In a numerical combination, Jeanie’s first, last and middle name were each composed of six digits. This 6-6-6, combination identified a specific family lineage. Jeanie. Genealogy. Blood-lines. Jeanie was chosen because of her heritage. And membership was exclusive. And this was the reason why Jeanie was so valuable to the Government. Even her own parents were expendable if Jeanie could be acquired instead.
But Jeanie’s was not a girl who would allow her life to be defined by something as arbitrary as a bloodline, nor would she permit herself to be used as a instrument of evil by a secret society, no-matter what they promised; no-matter what they threatened.
If Jeanie, would not come willing, they would take her by force and initiate her into their circle with a hellish ritual that would take control of her mind, body, and soul.
Could Mark’s substantial wealth, power, and his penchant for brilliant alternatives in hopeless situations aid in saving Jeanie?
Or would Jeanie’s powers in the supernatural be strong enough to protect her, and the ones she loved, from all those who threatened to destroy her.
-Jason Gabriel Kondrath
“Don’t you curse my name, Jeanie hissed, the tone had the sound of a woman who had lost all control of reason and sanity, Mark had pushed her over the edge, and now Jeanie was in survival mode. Beaten into a corner she had turned to attack.
Do NOT bellow at me, Do NOT raise your voice, don't you even whisper, Jeanie said in a voice that Mark did not recognize.
It sounded almost inhuman.
One time Mark had heard two cats fighting in the back alley as he was taking out the trash. One of the bags had ripped open and the two cats had fallen into one of the containers. Suddenly after a short fight one of them make a blood-curdling scream right before it died.
That sound chilled him to the bone and he froze until the other cat ran out.
It was that same horrible tone that he recognized in Jeanies's voice, Mark was frozen again like he had been that day, unable to move even as she approached.
Now he was terrified again.
And he should have been, the good woman he knew and loved, had disapppeared, and whatever was left in her place, was about to kill him...
Yes, Master: Rise of the Witch
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