Snippet #2500977

The desolate crowd braced themselves as the last message of the recent broadcast in D.C. was said and the intimidating image of their own president taking another's daughter angered the citizens. The current location that the video was being displayed was.. well everywhere. People in their homes covered their eyes, Wall Street suddenly shut down to hear this game-changing status. The last sound emitting from the broadcast was the cackling of the president. The video blurred out as the static of the screens returned to their regular channels.

The citizens of the US shouted out in revolt, or cried, either way they were furious with the president. People swarmed the streets across America and headed towards any building involved with the government. Capitals, Courthouses, anything to explain this "obvious propaganda". The representatives in the White House locked their doors and kept secret service at the gates of the nation's capital. None of the people even noticed some of the crimes that were going on. Thievery, assault, it just passed the eyes of the screaming patrons of the riots.

One man however, sitting on a park bench watching this video going viral, stood himself up and rolled his shoulders. It appeared that this man strolled through the shouting and chaos like it was a lazy Sunday. His small grin on himself was very questionable, but either way he was planning something. Something that was completely different from what everyone else thought to do. The man that you see in front of you, White Protection, was going to change the game.

I never would have thought that the man to keep ourselves safe was tearing this nation apart. But, it didn't change the fact that humanity needed my services again. I waltzed over to an open area and grasped myself, preparing to take off. "Let's see if I still got this." I stated as my eyes lit up to their icy white selves. The ground took a toll, the grass and soil cracking beneath my feet and I glanced to the sky. My legs spiraled and uncoiled themselves, sending me flying. The crowd below stared up as the white bullet pierced through the clouds. I stared at them gritting my teeth as the clouds made their way onto my skin. There was a bit of burning, but nothing too serious. "I still got this." I chuckled, staring down at the ground below. I began to see fires and destruction below as D.C was made into a barren wasteland. I felt sad, almost disappointed in how bad things have gotten. But, I needed to focus and my body began to land and I stared to the ground, attempting not to destroy anyone on the way down. I slammed my feet down, leaving a crater and I shot to the sky, shouting out in excitement.

3 hours later...