Letter To My Beloved by OneDark

Summary

"Oh, how I wish to castrate you and rip your larynx right out of that cursed throat of yours" I whispered at him with enough and rage weaved into my voice. After decades of peace and flourishing friendship and cooperation between the various nations, the walls of war ,that kept it at bay, had finally given away and had lead to a real WORLD WAR, where all the nations were at war with each other. The aftermath of the war was devastating. Millions of people were killed. Thousands of lands were rendered useless and non habitable. The cries of innocent orphans could be heard throughout the nights. Several parents wailed in sorrow for the child they'd lost. It was really a brutal war. The nations, upon looking back at the numerous trails of destruction they'd left, decided to come together and form a single unit. They retained a new identity: NEURA. Democracy is long gone now. Despite all these changes, a single, small unit decided to stay away from it all and stay independent and not join the unit. The other nations were outraged, why wouldn't they be?, after all the war was that single unit's fault. Or what they like to believe..... The story now follows Deon , who has a mission to fulfill and that mission is a beautiful girl named Jessy. His success would determine the future of NEURA. But Jessy is not in the mood to give up.

Genre: Scifi/Adventure

Author: OneDark_D

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 5

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 13+

Chapter 1

Dear 207,

I’m not really good at writing letters and the format has escaped me a long time ago. I’m not able to recollect much of the things that were taught to me in school when I still was a happy go lucky student. I don’t trust my English and writing skills as well so please pardon any mistakes I make further in this letter.

So I decided to write this letter to thank you for standing up to me against the doctors even though ,I suspect, you didn’t even know the reason they were pulling me away like that. Well the reason was that someone had knocked over one of the doctor’s flower vase in his office and he (the person who was pulling me) thought it was me and he wanted to punish me. If you hadn’t been there for me then I doubt I would have been here writing this to you. I hope they didn’t punish you instead. And I hope you don’t get startled to find this paper under your cell door. I’m too embarrassed to give it to you in person, let alone talk to you in person. Plus it’s totally fine if you don’t write back or give me a reply in person, I just wanted to thank you. And I also hope that you won’t show this to one of the Doctors, you know how they can be....

Jessy

P.S I don’t know your name so I just used your Subject number written behind your shirt. My Subject number is 307 by the way. I found this fact quite funny.