My story is hard one to tell, it is a story of lies, hate, and betrayal. Being born on the planet of New Tokyo, with a beautiful woman as my mother and a honorable man as my father you would think things couldn't of been any better. That sadly changed though. My father was unlike most men in Kusari, he was a man of pride and honor. He would defend anyone he knew and loved, and protect the women he sought dear to him. Like me and my mother. He wasn't one of the men who took us women to be slaves and housewives he thought of us as equals. Well he had joined a secret organization devoted to secretly attacking the political heads of Kusari to try to bring us women to have the rights we deserved. My father was in many fights for this cause, it seemed it had even started to become a war at times. But I was young and didn't understand what was going on, or even realize the effect it was soon going to cause on our lives. One day at home just after dinner, I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and opened it to see who was there. To my surprise it was a Kusari police man. I yelled for my father, he came running and asked the officer what seemed to be the problem. The police man grabbed my father and threw him out into the yard. He then put handcuffs around his wrists and pushed him into the backseat of the car, speeding off out of my sight. I was shocked I had no clue what had just happened. It seemed the Kusari government had found out about my fathers group and that he had been one of the main threats to their ways. They took him to a place much like a concentration camp. Being there for many years they, beat him, tortured him, and somehow brain washed him into believing that women should be of no use but to serve men. After being locked inside the camp for many years he finally came home, but as a cop. I didn't care he was my father and he was home. I was so excited. But my father wasn't. He began beating my mother within inches of her life then leaving her to direct his rage on me. He beat me until I past out cold. I awoke to my mother gasping for air, and my father laying dead on the floor, he had killed himself. I tried to help my mother taking her to the local emergency room, but no one would help. My mother died soon after. Leaving me emotionally scared I had to get away. I stole a Kusari fighter and left New Tokyo headed for somewhere I could some day call home again. I knew it wasn't my fathers fault for what he had done. The Kusari turned him into a puppet they could control at will. But I knew someday I would find someone to understand, and help me have my revenge on the ones who took my mother and turned my father into a zombie.
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