storm. 6. cb.

the first thing this country fucked up on was creating orphans. you're just asking for the rebellion to live on. you put a gun in a kids hand and give them every reason to shoot - fuckin' idiots didn't see that one coming.

then they made the murder games and thought that would shut us up. only took 3 of them for a district nine kid to say fuck you. second thing they fucked up on was letting one kid live.

fifty-odd years later and nine was still breeding them like babe adroxis the blueprint. storm sarmiento was born and men in white shot her rebel mommy and daddy point-blank in front of her. they put a gun in my hands and gave me a reason to shoot - so i took my shot. got a couple of bullseyes in my day, until a bitch sold me out and got my ass thrown in the dc.

see that's the third thing they fucked up on, not putting a bullet between my eyes like they did my parents. motherfuckers really thought i'd do their dirty work for the rest of my life, ha! and finally someone had the brains to recruit me back into the rebellion. it was fix shit for the people that killed me or fix shit for the people that saved me - a no-brainer, really.

those fuckers shoulda let my body go cold in the dead arms of my parents. maybe this time they'll learn their lessons.