[WAR VII Week III] Torn Asunder
Note: This prologue takes place in the real world, with the USA and Europe and the whatnot, but with Pokemon having existed in it as long as any other creature.
It all started in 1945.
World War II had come to its end, and the various European countries were eager to get on with their lives and rebuild their war-torn countries. With the Axis powers sundered and Hitler’s horrifying campaign for racial supremacy becoming but a distant memory, the world was desperate to move on from the most devastating conflict in known history. But one man had become very inspired by Hitler’s example of one dominant race…and threw the world into a state of chaos that even WWII couldn’t top.
What came to be known as the Burken Crusade was a series of violent murders by Alexander Burken, a white supremacist and member of a Ku Klux Klan fragment who killed 36 men throughout Phoenix. More than half of the men he killed were black, most others a mixed bag of minorities, and two Muslims. The scale of the crime was unusual, but what really caught the nation’s, and eventually the world’s, attention was how blatantly racially motivated the crimes were. He plead guilty and proudly proclaimed throughout the trial that “the white man is God’s chosen race, the pure race” and how he was “merely cleaning from the earth the filth by His orders”.
The worldwide call was for him to be executed immediately and without question. Even aside from how horrifying the crime was, the memories of the Holocaust were still fresh on everyone’s mind, and as such they were especially sensitive to his discriminating crimes. But the trial dragged on for weeks as his sanity was called into question. After two months on the stand, the verdict was passed down. Doctors believed him to be severely schizophrenic, the jury concluded, and also moderately bipolar. He was spared the electric chair and instead sentenced to life in prison.
Immediately protests broke out all across the nation and the prosecution desperately tried to appeal to a higher court. Their appeal was denied, and the clamoring grew louder, but most European nations gave up the protesting early on, knowing that they had to get on with rebuilding. They presumed the anger would die down about the case, and that eventually it would be forgotten. What happened next, however, would make the Burken Crusade infamous likely forever, immortalized in history books as the most devastating event to happen in US history, and certainly having a massive effect worldwide.
What happened next was a series of violent retaliations of sorts across the nation from many minorities furious at the ruling and seeking a unique, bloody form of justice and retribution. The nation was overwhelmed with over three hundred murders, all of them of white men committed by African-Americans, Hispanics, and Asians. Soon it turned into a bloodfest of revenge, many of the Caucasian murderers even going so far as to shout “For Burken!” while carrying out their vile deeds. Within less than a year, to say the United States was in great disarray would have been a vast understatement; civil war raged between races, and nobody trusted anyone not of their descent. Trained Pokemon stalked the streets, hunger in their eyes, trained to kill certain races on sight. The red of the US flag now seemed to symbolize something entirely different as blood ran red down streets, as a drive for vengeance held the minds of men in its grasp, as all order crumbled in the spiraling chaos of death, distrust, and revenge…
It is now 2011. What started the violence originally – the Burken Crusade – has not been forgotten; in fact, the effects are even more rampant. Civil war continues to rage amongst the cities between ethnicities, and nearly a quarter of the population has fled the United States. Unfortunately, heavy tension, distrust, and interracial violence is prevalent in almost all countries, though none as bad as the great melting pot nation. International law has been completely neutralized, and the only direct action the federal government has taken has been to relegalize segregation. This is an unnecessary action at best; cities are divided into distinct sections, where large, monoethnic gangs have seized all control. It is only within their own race’s section of the cities do citizens even feel remotely safe. Skirmishes are common, few too large-scale, though that is only because of the bloody and hopeless stalemate the racial civil war has reached.
Within all this, there is a man and a woman.
The woman, Vera Klaethorne, is Hispanic, her family originally hailing from Guatemala and now desperately trying to survive in the heart of Phoenix. Her father is long since dead from the civil war, and though her mother and her would leave in a heartbeat, they lack both the funds and the nerve to do so; they’re so near surrounded by enemies they fear death if they try to travel elsewhere but their war-torn gang-run area. It was a terrifying situation indeed if the crumbling apartments lacking such basic needs as clean water, with gunshots and screams ringing clear through the shattered window, were preferable to what was outside.
The man, Hugo Hamilton, is pure African-American, his skin very close to absolutely black. His job is with the government, sometimes as a diplomat, other times as a fighter, but always striving for peace. He has not even a mother; his family members are either dead or scattered amongst the world, leaving him alone. Normally he tries to be assigned anywhere but the United States, but he was given an unavoidable job of assessing the situation in Phoenix.
And it was on that unavoidable job that they met.
They were young, and unlike many, sick of the blood-coated hatred that had the nation in its powerful fist. They wanted nothing more than for it to end, for all of them to realize revenge was a deadly sport, a sport that solved nothing and only spread to others when vengeance was taken. Avenge the revenged…that was all this slaughterfest was about. It was for that reason that they cherished the growing romance forming between them, that they stayed together even in spirit when Hugo was gone.
But in a world where even interracial friendship is unheard of, what place do they have?...
Gawd, it's short, but it's all I have right now.
Originally Posted by The KKK Official Site
The Ku Klux Klan, LLC. has not or EVER will have ANY connection with The "Westboro Baptist Church".
Last edited by Larvinator; 06-20-2008 at 05:10 AM.