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What's more likely: A discontented and angst-filled teenager prone to collapse into a frenzy of violence, or, an adult with a strong dissenting opinion who has the means and intellect to bring to light his idea of retribution?

What if both happen simultaneously, during a time of war and strife and depression? What if the teen is able to attain a leadership role over a vast majority of men and women? What if the wiser adult has taken it upon himself to bring down this infernal rebellion by the immature kid?

What if the teen and the man have god-like and inhuman characteristics that place them at, or indeed above, the level of where God is said to be?

What if their abilities have no limits, as a god's would not?

What would ensue based upon these facts?

An unstable and idealistic teenager against a moralistic and unsatisfied adult, both of whom posses uncanny superhuman traits; the teen has a vaster army, while the man has only himself and a handful of others.

The question now is: Who is the evil one?

The third World War was as devastating as any could have predicted, but as unforeseeable as a lightning bolt. Beginning within the borders of the US and starting as a small uprising, this war soon escalated to one involving several countries when a man, native to Russia, kidnapped, raped, and killed an eleven year old girl. He fled the country before the FBI could arrest him. Then came the spark: The US demanded Russia extradite this man. Russia asked for evidence of the crime, and the States replied by informing them, honestly, that the evidence was not solid, but was enough to indict this man. Upon hearing this, Russia promptly refused the US' demand, claiming that the man was innocent. The US tried for several more years, but could never obtain enough information or evidence compelling enough to actually convict the man, so they gave up, abandoning the case.

But this does not imply motive for war; so what happened? Well, the father of the murdered girl grew more and more spiteful and allowed his hatred for both the US and Russia to fester for decades. Then one dreary day he bought a one-way ticket to Russia, sought out the rapist and killer of his beloved daughter, and he tortured, maimed, raped, and eventually killed the man. After doing this, the man did not feel satisfied as he had predicted; instead, he felt his hatred increasing, thinking about how lame the legal system and politics are if he, one man, had to step in and take things into his own hands. He went into hiding thereafter, managing a meager existence under an alias in a tucked away region in Russia.

Russia was furious; they alleged that the man had ties to the US government, and was sent on a mission to perform the actions he did. Naturally, the US responded defensively, taking great offense to such an antagonizing accusation.

The US, in an attempt to quell the rising tension, offered that if the man were to be found, Russia could have their way with him. The people of America did not take a liking to this however, and began rallying for the man's safety, speaking in his defense, saying that the man had rightfully avenged his daughter when the justice system had failed to act. Over the next few months, people advocating for this man dug up information on him, so that they might be able to help. They discovered only that his name was Paul. Nonetheless, Paul became an object of fascination, he became a hero; he had acted when an unsympathetic and selfish country like Russia would not.

In due time the majority of Americans stood behind Paul; very few defended Russia, and who would? The general consensus unnerved the federal government; they had had to put down several rebellions, small as they were; petitions had to be shut down and trashed that asked for the pressuring of Russia to stop their manhunts. The President was overwhelmed, and what happened next even he could not have expected.

Deep within Russia lived a young immigrant, Samuell, around eighteen years of age; he was one of the few non-nationalistic Russians who went so far as to support the US citizens. He had even been jumped by a few anonymous enemies, and was told to change his ways lest he be killed the next time they saw him. His life had always been like this; granted, as a young child he was not beaten, but his mind was tortured by his schoolmates as they jeered him and his heritage. Average in appearance, with curly black hair on the long side, Samuell was a pariah. He was laughed at for his weak build, for his moderate acne, and for his inability to form complete sentences under pressure, which he was under often due to his social status. His family had moved to Russia during early 2003, when he was twelve; a ripe age where children had already formed cliques and settled down with best friends. And while his family was loving they never understood or took much notice of the pain he was suffering, or of the hatred that was festering within his growing brain. As the years went on, he still acquired no real friends; he had friendly acquaintances that he would talk to during school, but ultimately he thought little of them. He thought little of anyone. His hatred had matured into misanthropy.

One fateful day, when Samuell was fifteen, he was being bullied, per usual. This time was different however, for the bullies had taken baseball bats to his back, his neck, his arms, legs, even his face. They finished quickly, and proceeded to walk away laughing, without a care in their minds for the dying boy. It was during this time that Samuell had had enough. Within the recesses of his mind, something awakened; clicked, if you will. Despite his injuries, he stood up, and called to his attackers, "Hey, idiots!" Their attention grabbed, their egos insulted, the bullies turned with a sneer and charged at Samuell. They struck him numerous times, and he fell. They walked away, and he rose again. It didn't make sense, so one bully got the idea to pull a gun and shoot four rounds into Samuell's chest. This time he did not rise, but his mind clicked again. His wounds began to heal, the pain they caused receded, and the four bullets evacuated his body. Now, he did rise, and as he did so he leered at his enemies with a lifetime of ire. They tried to run, but found themselves stuck to the asphalt with Samuell still leering. "We're sorry!" they pleaded; but Samuell would have none of it. Somehow he was holding these assholes with his mind, and he wasn't going to pass this chance up. Walking over to the boy with the gun, he removed it from his fingers; he cocked the gun and fired once into the chests of two of the boys. They collapsed in heaps to the ground. Three left. Tossing the gun aside, Samuell took a bat from one the remaining jumpers and continued his rampage by beating to death the rest of his mortal enemies, screaming with vengeful victory.

After that day, he went into hiding, using this newfound ability to survive, and honing it to a fine point.

Three years later, in the present, Samuell sits on a stump in a forest that he now calls home. He looks to his feet, and wills water to rise from the earth, purified and cold, to his lips so he can sip it tenderly and at his leisure. Today is the day he strikes; the day he feels vivified and ready. Every day for the last year Samuell has been keeping tabs on Paul, having the ability to find him with ease, due to his will. Now he is ready to seek him out; to use him for his plan of world domination.

Little does he know, however, that as he sets out to meet Paul, that Paul has awakened the same areas of his mind as Samuell has, and has been aware of Samuell's daily presence, and of his disgusting hatred. He, Paul, is readying to run at the merest sense of Samuell, wishing to avoid an indefinite altercation of epic proportions.

Description
What's more likely: A discontented and angst-filled teenager prone to collapse into a frenzy of violence, or, an adult with a strong dissenting opinion who has the means and intellect to bring to light his idea of retribution?

What if both happen simultaneously, during a time of war and strife and depression? What if the teen is able to attain a leadership role over a vast majority of men and women? What if the wiser adult has taken it upon himself to bring down this infernal rebellion by the immature kid?

What if the teen and the man have god-like and inhuman characteristics that place them at, or indeed above, the level of where God is said to be?

What if their abilities have no limits, as a god's would not?

What would ensue based upon these facts?

An unstable and idealistic teenager against a moralistic and unsatisfied adult, both of whom posses uncanny superhuman traits; the teen has a vaster army, while the man has only himself and a handful of others.

The question now is: Who is the evil one?

The third World War was as devastating as any could have predicted, but as unforeseeable as a lightning bolt. Beginning within the borders of the US and starting as a small uprising, this war soon escalated to one involving several countries when a man, native to Russia, kidnapped, raped, and killed an eleven year old girl. He fled the country before the FBI could arrest him. Then came the spark: The US demanded Russia extradite this man. Russia asked for evidence of the crime, and the States replied by informing them, honestly, that the evidence was not solid, but was enough to indict this man. Upon hearing this, Russia promptly refused the US' demand, claiming that the man was innocent. The US tried for several more years, but could never obtain enough information or evidence compelling enough to actually convict the man, so they gave up, abandoning the case.

But this does not imply motive for war; so what happened? Well, the father of the murdered girl grew more and more spiteful and allowed his hatred for both the US and Russia to fester for decades. Then one dreary day he bought a one-way ticket to Russia, sought out the rapist and killer of his beloved daughter, and he tortured, maimed, raped, and eventually killed the man. After doing this, the man did not feel satisfied as he had predicted; instead, he felt his hatred increasing, thinking about how lame the legal system and politics are if he, one man, had to step in and take things into his own hands. He went into hiding thereafter, managing a meager existence under an alias in a tucked away region in Russia.

Russia was furious; they alleged that the man had ties to the US government, and was sent on a mission to perform the actions he did. Naturally, the US responded defensively, taking great offense to such an antagonizing accusation.

The US, in an attempt to quell the rising tension, offered that if the man were to be found, Russia could have their way with him. The people of America did not take a liking to this however, and began rallying for the man's safety, speaking in his defense, saying that the man had rightfully avenged his daughter when the justice system had failed to act. Over the next few months, people advocating for this man dug up information on him, so that they might be able to help. They discovered only that his name was Paul. Nonetheless, Paul became an object of fascination, he became a hero; he had acted when an unsympathetic and selfish country like Russia would not.

In due time the majority of Americans stood behind Paul; very few defended Russia, and who would? The general consensus unnerved the federal government; they had had to put down several rebellions, small as they were; petitions had to be shut down and trashed that asked for the pressuring of Russia to stop their manhunts. The President was overwhelmed, and what happened next even he could not have expected.

Deep within Russia lived a young immigrant, Samuell, around eighteen years of age; he was one of the few non-nationalistic Russians who went so far as to support the US citizens. He had even been jumped by a few anonymous enemies, and was told to change his ways lest he be killed the next time they saw him. His life had always been like this; granted, as a young child he was not beaten, but his mind was tortured by his schoolmates as they jeered him and his heritage. Average in appearance, with curly black hair on the long side, Samuell was a pariah. He was laughed at for his weak build, for his moderate acne, and for his inability to form complete sentences under pressure, which he was under often due to his social status. His family had moved to Russia during early 2003, when he was twelve; a ripe age where children had already formed cliques and settled down with best friends. And while his family was loving they never understood or took much notice of the pain he was suffering, or of the hatred that was festering within his growing brain. As the years went on, he still acquired no real friends; he had friendly acquaintances that he would talk to during school, but ultimately he thought little of them. He thought little of anyone. His hatred had matured into misanthropy.

One fateful day, when Samuell was fifteen, he was being bullied, per usual. This time was different however, for the bullies had taken baseball bats to his back, his neck, his arms, legs, even his face. They finished quickly, and proceeded to walk away laughing, without a care in their minds for the dying boy. It was during this time that Samuell had had enough. Within the recesses of his mind, something awakened; clicked, if you will. Despite his injuries, he stood up, and called to his attackers, "Hey, idiots!" Their attention grabbed, their egos insulted, the bullies turned with a sneer and charged at Samuell. They struck him numerous times, and he fell. They walked away, and he rose again. It didn't make sense, so one bully got the idea to pull a gun and shoot four rounds into Samuell's chest. This time he did not rise, but his mind clicked again. His wounds began to heal, the pain they caused receded, and the four bullets evacuated his body. Now, he did rise, and as he did so he leered at his enemies with a lifetime of ire. They tried to run, but found themselves stuck to the asphalt with Samuell still leering. "We're sorry!" they pleaded; but Samuell would have none of it. Somehow he was holding these assholes with his mind, and he wasn't going to pass this chance up. Walking over to the boy with the gun, he removed it from his fingers; he cocked the gun and fired once into the chests of two of the boys. They collapsed in heaps to the ground. Three left. Tossing the gun aside, Samuell took a bat from one the remaining jumpers and continued his rampage by beating to death the rest of his mortal enemies, screaming with vengeful victory.

After that day, he went into hiding, using this newfound ability to survive, and honing it to a fine point.

Three years later, in the present, Samuell sits on a stump in a forest that he now calls home. He looks to his feet, and wills water to rise from the earth, purified and cold, to his lips so he can sip it tenderly and at his leisure. Today is the day he strikes; the day he feels vivified and ready. Every day for the last year Samuell has been keeping tabs on Paul, having the ability to find him with ease, due to his will. Now he is ready to seek him out; to use him for his plan of world domination.

Little does he know, however, that as he sets out to meet Paul, that Paul has awakened the same areas of his mind as Samuell has, and has been aware of Samuell's daily presence, and of his disgusting hatred. He, Paul, is readying to run at the merest sense of Samuell, wishing to avoid an indefinite altercation of epic proportions.