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As Edward hit the rough gravel, he swore this would be the way he would live through the rest of his life. He constantly got pushed around and bullied in his school and because of his weak stature, there was little to nothing he could do, alone. But that was what made today just a tiny bit more interesting than the usual shove-fall routine after school. Instead of making the very tedious rise to be pushed back down again, Edward was met with a hand in front of him. "Hey I'm Roy, looks like you could use some help there." Said the new comrade. Edward was confused but happily accepted the assistance and brushed himself off. Meanwhile Roy shouted at another boy who was chasing after Edward's bullies with rocks. "Hey Drew, don't kill em'! They'll get theirs one day. But not today!!" Reluctantly this Drew made his way over to where the two where and looked Edward down, quickly analyzing his visible strength and distinctive features, all without saying a word. "So this is the third part of our plan eh Roy? You sure have a thing for picking people don't you?" Drew said sarcastically "He isn't much, but I guess he will do." Drew spat in his hand and outstretched it to Edward. Edward still confused but grateful, slowly made the disgusting but sealing bond between not only him and Drew, but between the three of them. This would be the start of a somewhat forced, but lasting friendship and partnership. For 12 year olds Roy and Drew really knew their stuff. They had been studying the planets and stars for quite a while, and drastic political shifts in the recent years. They foresaw the Event before anyone would even dare to think of it. They also realized that survival was very possible, and that they could make the new world very comfortable for themselves. In order for them to survive the oncoming Event with means to prosper as well, they needed a source of quick power. And what better source than at the head of the U.S navy. Both Drew and Roy easily had the brains to pursue any well paying job they wanted, and they were pretty big kids for their age, but they realized that they didn't have what it took to get the kind of results they needed, in such a short period of time. What they needed was someone with a childhood struggle, someone who didn't need to be forced to want to become something worthwhile. Edward was the right kid. For all of his childhood, even his parents gave him the impression that he would amount to nothing. The constant bullying only added to his pent up anger. And what better way to hone this anger than to train one's mind and body into becoming the youngest and best admiral of the navy the United States has seen to date. Drew wasn't the kind of person to waste time, as precious as it was, so before Edward could even get acquainted well with the two, they were already at Roy's house and ready to assess the situation to Edward. The plan was long, carefully planned, and very precise, and any normal kid would be utterly confused and doubtful, but that was why Edward was the person they needed. Roy explained what was going to happen and what they were going to do to the best of his ability. Basically, planetary alignments never before happing in the galaxy would cause gravitational shifts causing massive earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions that would wipe out the majortity of life on Earth. The earthquakes and tsunamis alone would cause enough land damage to wipe out nearly all of man's creations, but the volcanic eruptions would not only cause damage, but the smoke would travel fast and be so thick that it make breathing oxygen impossible. They left to chance that people would find means to survive, and in a matter of a few years the smoke would clear and nothing but survivors and rubble would be there. This is where their group named RED(Roy, Edward, Drew) would prosper and theoreticaly take over. They needed Edward to become, in an almost impossible time frame, an admiral of the U.S navy to be able to access the kinds of supplies and power RED would need to prosper in the new wasteland that they would call home. He would own a mansion at a small naval base in Charleston, South Carolina, strategically and luckily placed far enough that the smoke would be least destructive, and that the water damage would secede efficiently and timely. In this mansion, he would secretly hide for years enough food rations, generators, gas, weapons, and anything else needed to start a new society in the confines of the mansion and surrounding buildings. For some reason, Edward had no thoughts about whether the Event would not happen. He completely believed it. But he did have something on his mind. Why couldn't the three as a group find a way to save the world from complete destruction, or create something that would be able to save more people rather than just leaving the lives of millions to chance? When he addressed this issue to Row and Drew, they simply gave him a sPOOParcastic laugh. What Edward didn't know was that just the survival and even creation of RED and some other fortunate people living through the event was only the last resort that they had finally gotten too. For almost 2 years they had been trying to find a way to prevent the event or preserve more human life than just chance could. But it was just a pipe dream. As quickly as they dismissed Edward's idea that the house began to shake. "No No NO!!" Drew began to shout, "It can't be happening now! It's too soon! Our calculations said we had at least 13 years!!" Roy tried to frantically calm him down but even he was losing his grip on reality. "Maybe it's just a regular earthquake!" Edward began to join in and looked out the window, hoping not to see smoke in the sky. Too his dissmay there was. "Guys there's smoke everywhere, and fire flooding the horizon!" With those words, Roy and Drew broke down into tears. "We tried, we tried, we tried!" As they shouted when a piece of the ceiling collapsed over the two. Edward was still confused when the rubble came crashing down on him. But he felt no pain. Actually, all he felt was the softness of his bed and the warmth of his sheets. Still frantic, he realized that everything had just been in his mind and that it was all a dream. Somewhat releaved, he went downstairs to get some breakfast. - Avery Nwokike help on how to format text