Paradise Burning (The Virtagwalla Series Book 2) by Kyle Malinowski Page B
Authors: Kyle Malinowski
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whenever the Guardsmen would attempt to approach the mob, they would detach and overpower the hummers and the police. The scene was unfolding like something never before seen on the island of Virtagwalla. Civil disobedience would be a polite term for the pure hatred and anger that the crowd was emitting. From what Kel could tell as he attempted to battle his way through the screaming people was that the crowd was only getting bigger. It was flooding through the streets towards the town square. More and more torches were thrown into the air, and a uniform chant had taken over. Since they couldn’t burn the entire city of Ponchertrain or make it quite to Capital Tower they would physically attack the only vestige of Ponchertrain’s influence on Villaggio.
The crowd surrounded the site where the University of Virtagwalla was beginning to lay down its roots. The brutality of the mob and the grit of the situation made Kel stop for a moment and question what he had done. It was a poetically vivacious way for him to save his city. He watched as a young man climbed a light pole, and began bellowing to the masses, “My Villaggian brothers, let us burn their influence. Out with the gold hands!”
The torches sailed through the air. Kel gazed in painful silence as the torches landed behind the fences erected to protect the new building’s foundation. Within moments the flames grew to engulf the entire plot of land behind the fence. Destruction was eminent. Climbing the fence, they began to rock it back and forth tearing them down. Kel gasped painfully for a breath. Over his years of leadership he had never done such a thing, and although he may have excited the group he neither completely organized it, nor pushed for their destructive actions. Looking up, a chill went down his spine as a dozen National Guard helicopters swooped in over the mob. The thundering of the blades was deafening, and screams could be heard from the chanting crowd as the helicopters began to drop tear gas into the crowd. Kel had to get away, so he stumbled from the group as it exploded with panic.
Goldberg staggered into an alleyway just outside of the town square, frantically pulling out his phone. He was overtaken with fear and regret as he could hear people screaming at the National Guard’s actions. Gunshots could be heard from the crowd. More and more people were screaming, as Goldberg watched to his horror the crowd throwing flaming bottles of alcohol at the helicopters. They exploded along the sides of the ships. Guardsmen began to repel from the helicopters and into the crowd, threatening the protestors with their armed weapons. The scene had gone from demonstration to absolute destruction in a matter of minutes. The city of Villaggio had erupted into chaos. Goldberg’s sense of civic pride had melted away and was supplemented drastically by guilt. Putting the phone to his ear a man quickly answered, and Kel hastily uttered, “The deeds been done. It should have been completely destroyed.”
The man on the other end simply said, “Good, the money will be promptly deposited in the Villaggian City’s bank account. Thank you.”
Shaking his head, “I don’t understand, who are you and why-” but before he could finish asking the phone went dead. Kel looked around him and watched in horror as people scattered in terror. Guardsman began rushing into the crowd on horseback, and the helicopter’s circled from above. Unrelenting rioters were being beaten by guardsmen and arrested. Kel stumbled against a wall of a building, and dropped his phone breaking it. Slumping against the wall he began to cry. Kel Goldberg never felt so ashamed in his life. “What have I done?” he shrieked, watching the revulsion unfolded all around him.
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Xavier Rove removed his readers and laid them down
The crowd surrounded the site where the University of Virtagwalla was beginning to lay down its roots. The brutality of the mob and the grit of the situation made Kel stop for a moment and question what he had done. It was a poetically vivacious way for him to save his city. He watched as a young man climbed a light pole, and began bellowing to the masses, “My Villaggian brothers, let us burn their influence. Out with the gold hands!”
The torches sailed through the air. Kel gazed in painful silence as the torches landed behind the fences erected to protect the new building’s foundation. Within moments the flames grew to engulf the entire plot of land behind the fence. Destruction was eminent. Climbing the fence, they began to rock it back and forth tearing them down. Kel gasped painfully for a breath. Over his years of leadership he had never done such a thing, and although he may have excited the group he neither completely organized it, nor pushed for their destructive actions. Looking up, a chill went down his spine as a dozen National Guard helicopters swooped in over the mob. The thundering of the blades was deafening, and screams could be heard from the chanting crowd as the helicopters began to drop tear gas into the crowd. Kel had to get away, so he stumbled from the group as it exploded with panic.
Goldberg staggered into an alleyway just outside of the town square, frantically pulling out his phone. He was overtaken with fear and regret as he could hear people screaming at the National Guard’s actions. Gunshots could be heard from the crowd. More and more people were screaming, as Goldberg watched to his horror the crowd throwing flaming bottles of alcohol at the helicopters. They exploded along the sides of the ships. Guardsmen began to repel from the helicopters and into the crowd, threatening the protestors with their armed weapons. The scene had gone from demonstration to absolute destruction in a matter of minutes. The city of Villaggio had erupted into chaos. Goldberg’s sense of civic pride had melted away and was supplemented drastically by guilt. Putting the phone to his ear a man quickly answered, and Kel hastily uttered, “The deeds been done. It should have been completely destroyed.”
The man on the other end simply said, “Good, the money will be promptly deposited in the Villaggian City’s bank account. Thank you.”
Shaking his head, “I don’t understand, who are you and why-” but before he could finish asking the phone went dead. Kel looked around him and watched in horror as people scattered in terror. Guardsman began rushing into the crowd on horseback, and the helicopter’s circled from above. Unrelenting rioters were being beaten by guardsmen and arrested. Kel stumbled against a wall of a building, and dropped his phone breaking it. Slumping against the wall he began to cry. Kel Goldberg never felt so ashamed in his life. “What have I done?” he shrieked, watching the revulsion unfolded all around him.
8
Xavier Rove removed his readers and laid them down
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