As a tormented scream ripped through the silence of the night no one had a second thought about it. "It's just another contravene, good riddance to them. The propogators are on our side, they're trying to evanescent them from this world." People have turned on their family, their neighbors, their friends. Humanity has fallen into the deepest crevice of despair without even realizing it. One all-powerful man holds the key to life or death for all, this man is the most corrupt man in the galaxy. He uses his power to entertain him, pull strings and make the people dance around like puppets for him. In this sick twisted little world he has created for himself it's acceptable. And if a toy of his gets too prosaic he just cuts the strings and lets them tumble into the abyss of death. A child of four shivers in the cold, no mercy, no help. She is met with contempt by all who see her. Her mother was a contravene, soon the hunters, the porpogators, will be here to exterminate her. She has done nothing but been born to the wrong person. It is when the most innocent of all, the children, are killed that God is angry. No one shall survive the damnation they are headed for. This world has been torn apart by war, both internal and external. It has been changed beyond recognition. More innocents are killed every day because no one can see what's right in front of them. If they only knew what they were doing maybe they could do something to stop themselves. But they are blinded by their hunger for power and glory. As the lifeless bodies of a million children rise up from their bloddy graves the world comes to a certain peace and understanding. The few living people left on the earth see all they have done and are deeply saddened by their ignorance to recognise the consequences of their actions. Mass suicide, the world is pure again. One is left, alone in the trenches. A four year old girl crying for her mommy. What have we become?