• Alexander the Not-So-Great
    In 3000 A.C. (After Crisis) the world was in shambles because of the first super nuke launched by the Persians on U.S. It seemed as if the war with Iran was just a cover for a much more devious plot, a much more sinister plan. The Persians took over, and dominance of the world fell to them. They executed all of the members of congress, and the entire U.S. government was annihilated. But they took pity on the children and parents, and spared them. But not without any racial discrimination: All of the Citizens of the U.S. were force to be called Comsats (A word that I made up to mean not of pure Persian blood). But little did they know that a boy would soon be born that shape what would be known of the difference between Persian and Comsat. What I was saying before was that in 3000 A.C, a boy was born, a boy named Alexander.
    One day, Alexander was walking home from school, and was greeted by the neighborhood bully, Darius. Darius was a Persian, and he never made any attempt to hide the fact that he was supposedly better than everyone else. Quite the opposite, in fact, he rubbed the knowledge in the face of anyone who dared to stand before him. Alexander was this person many times. Even though he was weak, Alexander had a great heart; he stood up for what was right, and never ran away from a fight, even though he always left with broken bones and bruises in places any other person would die from. So anyways, the street was deserted, no one was around, and the sun had just set beneath the dark putrid clouds caused by the Nuke. Darius initiated the inevitable:
    “Step aside you lowly Comsat”
    “Make me”. Alexander retorted.
    Darius fumed at the nerve of the Comsat.
    “Maybe I will.” Darius ushered between his grounding teeth.
    “What are you gonna do then?” Alexander smirked.
    “This.” Darius punched Alexander once in the face.
    Stumbling, Alexander caught himself.
    Again, Darius kicked and stomped on Alexander, the heel of his foot getting its mark every single time. Darius then turned away and with a scorn of pure malice, spat on Alexander.
    “Hmmph.” Alexander smirked once more, and picked up a stone. He held it tightly and plunged straight into the unsuspecting Darius, the stone connecting with raw bone.
    “Waggh! You little bit-” Darius’s rant was cut short as again and again, Alexander swiped, slammed, and wailed away at the arrogant Persian. Bruised and battered, Darius stumbled away,
    “You’ll rue the day little Comsat! I’ll take away everything that you hold dear!”
    “Just try.” Alexander thought to himself. “I have nothing to lose.” But as soon as that thought had entered his mind, Alexander gasped. “My Family”
    Racing home, Alexander’s mind was a blur, “He wouldn’t, would he?” Alexander asked himself and burst through the door of his one story apartment. To his horror, he saw Darius in his home, with a knife basking in the unmistakable stink and sight of blood.
    “It’s too late.” Darius snickered. Alexander went into the next room and he couldn’t believe what he saw. They were massacred: both of his parents. I won’t relay the details of the carnage, as it would be inappropriate, but I would say this: it was not a pretty sight. Alexander went back to Darius.
    “That’ll teach you to mess with a pure blood like me little Comsat.” Darius sneered with no remorse.
    Alexander said nothing, but he simply said, “Darius, you are pathetic. You are the most disgusting, vindictive excuse for a human being that I have ever seen.”
    Darius flew at Alexander with the dagger. But Alexander didn’t flinch as the steel stung and sunk into his flesh. He never once cried out as the crimson life force holding him up flowed out from his chest in jetting streams. He just looked at Darius and with the eyes of a man who had nothing to lose, yanked the knife out from his heart, and did away with Darius. The look on Darius’s face was the unmistakable look of pure horror: horror that his plan backfired, and horror that Alexander was smiling. And as he sank to the ground, Alexander said to Darius, “Tell Hades that I said hello.” With that, both ancestors of the ancient beings, Alexander the Great, and Darius the Coward, slumped into an eternal embrace of pain, suffering, and retribution.