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In her eyes, it was broken. She hated the technology that seemed to rule these days. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a part of the Rebellion, she was a major non-conformist, but she felt that something needed to be done. Maybe I'll make my OWN rebellion... she thought. Right. Because a single orphan could make a rebellion to overthrow the strong-hold government. Riiiight. Keep dreaming, Lonely... she told herself. Actually, no, don't. Stop dreaming. Dreams lead you weird places... Like here.
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Then, he heard footsteps in the darkness. "WHO'S THERE?" He shouted, with an angry expression on his face. He was no longer the cool minded person he once was. He became hasty, loud, and hot tempered. After he shouted towards the darkness, he tried to get up, but he just couldn't, because he didn't know how to move that motorcycle yet. After the failed attempt to get up, he crawled towards a wall, and barely got up there, standing on his 2 wheels now. "I SAID WHO'S THERE?! work already, you wheel set of trash...!"
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"Ah, and you still didn't answer my question: Who are you, and what the hell you do here in the darkness in the middle of the night?! Well, I have my reasons because I just woke up an hour ago with this stupid thing on, but what do YOU have to do here?!" He tried to look threatening from the outside, but inside him, he was just confused, and a little threatened himself. He completely didn't know what to do, so he just stayed in place, waiting for the girl to answer.
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Pity squeezed her heart. This is what happened when you played with people's minds. She kept herself calm, but a slight anger boiled inside her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight. She hated the hospital, she hated what they did. "Let sleeping dogs lie..." her mother always told her. So why couldn't they do that now?
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He... wanted... answers.
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Suddenly, the wheels moved again, this time, one moved forward, and the other one moved backwards. They made a few sparks with their friction with the parts holding them in place, and it hurt Max, like he is being torn apart... again. "Ugh... I... feel like I know this pain... like I already experienced it somewhen... Well, you have some answers for that too, isn't that right...?"
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