Personal Narrative-The City Of Second Seattle

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“I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.” “Please. Don’t make me do this.” Today we won’t visit New Chicago. Today I’m a bit sick of all the fights. We’ll be following the chaos to the end of the line (yep, that pun was intended), but now we’ll take a look at another metropolis in the Federation –the United States of America of the future –where we’ll meet another villain. One building towered over all the others and allowed me to see the suburbs of Second Seattle, where the bulb of light slowly faded into darkness. Surrounded by forests and lakes, Second Seattle could only be reached by hovercraft. That hadn’t stopped me, when I had figured out that it was time to go. So here I was on top of the tallest building of Second Seattle, mocking the Federation with my presence. The mere fact that I was alive was already annoying them –though I preferred to call myself a criminal. …show more content…

Staring at the lights of Second Seattle, I tried to figure out whether I preferred being Gwen the villain or Gwen the criminal. Something about the big city lured me, attracted and mesmerized me. Something in the way so many lives were started and ended here, something in the way the chaos was uncontrollable and I was most whimsical of them all. I was restless. The flashing lights of the billboards, the crowds that filled the streets and the hovercrafts that weaved intricate patterns in the sky; they had become a place where I could delay the moment my sanity would slip and lose its grip on my soul. Sitting on the edge of the roof, I could look at the people hurrying to their destiny more than two hundred storeys