Paradise Burning (The Virtagwalla Series Book 2) by Kyle Malinowski Page A
Authors: Kyle Malinowski
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The crowd erupted when their elderly mayor stepped up and put his hands in the air. He took a deep breath and rose his palms higher attempting to calm the crowd. Without a microphone, Goldberg began to bellow. “Good people of Villaggio, we gather here today not in celebration or in good times – but instead for a good reason. We are facing some challenging times. Our jobs are disappearing, our students are leaving, and worst yet this city’s hands continue to be bond by the dirty politics being played on the other side of this nation!” his words excited the crowd as they jumped in unison to his cries.
He paused and took another deep breath, “We are facing a foe that we can not touch. We are facing adverse pressure we cannot, legally, push back against. My people we are being led, blindly and foolishly into a love affair with another nation that wants us for nothing more than our blood and treasure. Well let me tell you, I don’t play those games. Our blood and treasure should remain OUR BLOOD AND TREASURE!” The crowd again erupted. Goldberg knew what he was saying and believed it.
“Down with Ponchertrain!” some crazed citizen demanded from the mob, which was received with great applaud and support from the fellow crowd members.
Goldberg pulled back; it was headed in the direction that he was told to take it. Now just to channel it in the way he need it to go, “Ponchertrain is not the issue. The vast majority of the souls of that city know nothing of what those in the seats of power are doing. Many of those people are no different than you or I. They are hard working people, trying to feed their families and produce for their children a better life. Those are not the ones we wish to call before this crowd to answer to their crimes of plunging this nation into poverty and ruining our economy and culture. It is instead those that call themselves the ministers of this land, the Prime Minister of this nation, and let us not forget our beloved President,” the group chimed up again, thrusting their pickets into the air, “Where is he as the world slowly falls apart? As our paradise is burning!”
“My friends we must see all of this coming together. The economy is crumbling, our way of life is disintegrating, our companies are failing, and no one is coming forward to fix them. Well someone has to make a stand, someone has to say that enough is enough!” Goldberg bellowed to the crowd as a clap of thunder erupted above, “We must rise up and make a bold stand. We must burn that sentiment into the mind of every leader on this island that we are not going to go down without a fight! That we will not let this paradise burn to the ground!” And with that the crowd erupted. Goldberg watched as the National Guard’s hummers rolled onto campus and the gathered mass began to panic. A leader emerged from the clan, and began to speak, building on what Goldberg had already started. The tension of the crowd grew, and brewed as the armed men of the Guard surrounded them.
Goldberg descended from the stage quickly and hurried back into his car. He watched as the crowd finally boiled over, breaking the perimeter established by the men in the humvees. The mob spilled off the campus green and into the city of Villaggio. Goldberg left the car and followed the mob. He knew not of who was leading them, but he was confident of where they were headed. The horror of the scene was epic. Amongst the dark sky’s background, swirling and quivering with rain and thunder, the crowd had dispensed from a peaceful gathering to a ransacking, out of control riot that not even the Guard could control. The animosity of the scene was deafening.
The mob had converted their signs calling for Virtagwalla’s sovereignty into torches, and
The crowd erupted when their elderly mayor stepped up and put his hands in the air. He took a deep breath and rose his palms higher attempting to calm the crowd. Without a microphone, Goldberg began to bellow. “Good people of Villaggio, we gather here today not in celebration or in good times – but instead for a good reason. We are facing some challenging times. Our jobs are disappearing, our students are leaving, and worst yet this city’s hands continue to be bond by the dirty politics being played on the other side of this nation!” his words excited the crowd as they jumped in unison to his cries.
He paused and took another deep breath, “We are facing a foe that we can not touch. We are facing adverse pressure we cannot, legally, push back against. My people we are being led, blindly and foolishly into a love affair with another nation that wants us for nothing more than our blood and treasure. Well let me tell you, I don’t play those games. Our blood and treasure should remain OUR BLOOD AND TREASURE!” The crowd again erupted. Goldberg knew what he was saying and believed it.
“Down with Ponchertrain!” some crazed citizen demanded from the mob, which was received with great applaud and support from the fellow crowd members.
Goldberg pulled back; it was headed in the direction that he was told to take it. Now just to channel it in the way he need it to go, “Ponchertrain is not the issue. The vast majority of the souls of that city know nothing of what those in the seats of power are doing. Many of those people are no different than you or I. They are hard working people, trying to feed their families and produce for their children a better life. Those are not the ones we wish to call before this crowd to answer to their crimes of plunging this nation into poverty and ruining our economy and culture. It is instead those that call themselves the ministers of this land, the Prime Minister of this nation, and let us not forget our beloved President,” the group chimed up again, thrusting their pickets into the air, “Where is he as the world slowly falls apart? As our paradise is burning!”
“My friends we must see all of this coming together. The economy is crumbling, our way of life is disintegrating, our companies are failing, and no one is coming forward to fix them. Well someone has to make a stand, someone has to say that enough is enough!” Goldberg bellowed to the crowd as a clap of thunder erupted above, “We must rise up and make a bold stand. We must burn that sentiment into the mind of every leader on this island that we are not going to go down without a fight! That we will not let this paradise burn to the ground!” And with that the crowd erupted. Goldberg watched as the National Guard’s hummers rolled onto campus and the gathered mass began to panic. A leader emerged from the clan, and began to speak, building on what Goldberg had already started. The tension of the crowd grew, and brewed as the armed men of the Guard surrounded them.
Goldberg descended from the stage quickly and hurried back into his car. He watched as the crowd finally boiled over, breaking the perimeter established by the men in the humvees. The mob spilled off the campus green and into the city of Villaggio. Goldberg left the car and followed the mob. He knew not of who was leading them, but he was confident of where they were headed. The horror of the scene was epic. Amongst the dark sky’s background, swirling and quivering with rain and thunder, the crowd had dispensed from a peaceful gathering to a ransacking, out of control riot that not even the Guard could control. The animosity of the scene was deafening.
The mob had converted their signs calling for Virtagwalla’s sovereignty into torches, and
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