"My mom died after an infection spread, 3 days after my birth. My dad swore and drank and didn't even take me home from the hospital, I remember. Then, on the fifth day, a day before my mom's funeral, my grandparents came. They urged my dad to take me home and he did, annoyed at their intervention. Since then, I had bad and low expectations of him. And I was proved right-even before I could get to know him, a day after mom's funeral, he killed himself after driving a piece of jagged glass from a beer bottle and a stainless knife into his own chest. How do I know? I saw it. He just did it in plain sight, in the middle of the livingroom-the glass and knife had shone in the light right before he had killed himself, I remember. It was quite... horrifying, yes. But, also disappointing at the same time. Since then, I didn't take life nor death seriously. I mean, humans die eventually. Then why did they got born? They would have to suffer all that pain, anyway, huh?! So, if getting born was inevitable, why not suicide? Yep, I became a fierce advocate of nihilism and thus, Arthur Schopenhauer.
"Meanwhile, my grandparents took care of me. They worried about my outstanding mercilessness and pitied me for being an orphan. I ignored their pitying and just lived my life. I met a gang in junior-high that kind of also followed the ideals of Schopenhauer. I soon rose to their leader.
"However, I started to lose the true meaning of life for me. I even lost my desire to watch others suffer and didn't care if my gang lost or gathered in more members. I just lived inside the confines of life. So, I didn't care about it when I got hit over by a huge truck which had just edited the construction site-well, people died eventually, and would it influence the other human beings on earth if I died now or when I was 99 or something?
"But the thing is, that's the point where stuff got worse.
"The damned doctors were clearly amazed and mystified by my power to survive being flattened by a huge bongo truck that had been carrying 5 tons of sand and they eventually sent my body to the testing center where they put fire beneath me, and made me be chased by an elephant-you know you have to believe me right now about these stuff. And soon enough, I was confirmed a Prod. The last sight I have of my grandparents was when they tried to get to me by banging and tackling the car I was riding to get to the desert. I heard a gun fire very near. And that's all.
Since I have fast speed as my ability, I walked as quickly through the desert, knowing that there had to be an oasis or something. But I gave up after 3 days-when I was lying in the sand with eyes open and wandering, Lewis found me. He was quite surprised to find me still awake, then at the Rebels' camp, announced that I was a major. The first-ever. From then on, after being allotted the job of pioneering into unknown and wasted Canadian land, he poured his expectations and pride into me, and I worked to do my best, to just forget my past horrible life and start a whole new one.
However, after seeing my dad's death and my grandparents' struggles, I still kind of got in this huge storm of mental conflict-I couldn't decide whether violence and death was a positive or negative thing. So I decided to not handle any weapons from then on and tried to become a peacemaker and a responsible leader and everything.
"But it's so hard to hide habits. When I saw you, Alex, become friends with my past buddy, Miles, I got jealous. When I saw you guys making up a cooperation with a bunch of Martians, I got cold and ironic. And when I saw those gleaming Martian weapons of yours, I regretted and also became frustrated. The anger and violence jailed inside me threatened to spill. I wanted to tell you guys and make you understand my situation, but I just couldn't. So I called Lewis, and he tranquilized me a bit. However, when I was about to end the lengthy call, he started to lure me into siding up with me against all of you guys," Now, Thomas punched his own face on the cheek. "Badass and a silly, I was-because, I accepted. And that's why and how I agreed to side up with the Rebels. I thought that it would be a great chance to finally unleash my anger and violence inside me and kill every official I saw. The generalization that they had been the ones to ruin my family and life shaped me back to my usual form.
"The first kill was easy and welcoming. It was a plump police officer patrolling the streets-he had just left the work of pushing back the protestors and was smoking in someone's backyard when I fired the shot. I felt so much ecstasy, in fact, that I started to kill and kill and kill. I loved the way the blood spread on the ground, onto someone's clothes. I loved the way the buzz and jerk of the gun felt in my hands...
"After I had killed 10 or so, Lewis complimented me and put me on a helicopter they had stolen from some rich civilian's yard. I thought that it would be so great to see the view from above-the view of the Rebels finally swarming over the entirety of the city and killing those officials-, but I was wrong. Some part of my brain told me that it was wrong as I watched spots drenched with blood increase, as guns and ammunition were thrown and killed even more. I also saw civilians getting killed. And the sight made my violent part of my brain stop and think deep for a moment. Lewis noticed my weak glance in my eyes and he suddenly ordered me to pull out the enormous gun and launcher from the helicopter to make its muzzle face some communications building. It helped-the violent part of my brain tried to erase the scene I had just seen and I grabbed the gun and on a count of 3, me and David started shooting the building,"
By now, both Mars and Cannes were listening to the part of the story where they knew so well with gasping eyes and mouths. Alex felt Lyra clutch her own fist as if she was trying to crunch her own bones and was wondering whether he should squeeze her hand and make her relaxed when Thomas pushed further.
"-And that's when I saw you guys," He said.
Everyone in the room froze, as if some massive freezer had been pushed into the room.
"You two were riding the motorcycle, huh?" Thomas now flinched and, just like Lyra had done, started to try to crush his own hand by squeezing it. "And you two ran straight into a very old house-that was right next to the center we were demolishing and was getting a shower of glass and cement and concrete. And I knew that I had gone too far, that I had become a monster-a psychopath who liked to hurt his own friends and memories!
"I stopped shooting right away and felt as if I was a Raider once more. I shouted for Lewis to stop and I told that you two were in there. For a moment, he looked as if he would just mow down the buidling, thinking that you were traitors, still. However, he stopped unexpectedly. But by this time, the house had sunk deep. I thought that..." Thomas sucked in a deep breathe, then for the first time ever, his words came out faster from his mouth than his usual rap-it was as if he was a rapping machine that had gone out of control.
"I thought that you were dead, Alex and Lyra. I thought that my acts of violence had eliminated the best of my friends, the only and last hope in my monstrous life! I wrestled David and Lewis to the ground and because of the mess we were making, the pilot flew us away from the house. but I still couldn't forget that moment when you two had leaped bravely into the house to save the ones you love-when meanwhile, I had been running to satisfy my thirsty love for blood and guns..." Maybe, this was his way of being sorry and over-emotional, Alex Mars thought as he watched the lips of Thomas move up and down in such a quick speed that it looked as if he was merely trembling or chattering his teeth on each other.
"I insisted that I find you guys, at least your damned bodies. But it was impossible to get into the house, even, so I gave up. I threw all my guns and ammunition into the still-burning fire of the house and I ran into the streets and waited for the Military to find me and kill me. I was still slowing myself to be hustled here and there by the people when I heard the protesters scream... -scream that you were alive," Thomas was now wheezing and sobbing like a 5-year-old, but that didn't matter for now. "The boy," Lyra whispered to him. "He spread the info," Now, she was giving him a tiny smile, and after seeing her be so devastated just a few minutes ago, Mars was so grateful for the smile that he just reached out for her hand and before he could realize what he had done, they were squeezing each other's hand tight.
"I got hope. So I raced down every street, got onto each floor of each building lining the streets. It was about an hour after I had hard the news that you were alive when I saw you. Now, that's all. My life. My horrible deeds. My cowardliness. My-" "Stop it," Mars said the words directly out of his head. "Stop repeating that you ain't human, that you deserve something worse than death," "But I real do deserve an extreme penalty. I killed 10, let you guys be severely injured, I-" "Come on, Tom!" Mars yelped, and for it was the first time he had ever called Thomas 'Tom', Thomas froze and stared at him in wonder.
"You are human. You deserve a good life. You deserve happiness. You simply had some misfortune during the first moment of your life that just caused you to relish pain. And it's possible. I could also have fallen into such a path if I hadn't had my most devout and great friend before I became too old. Thus, friends can help any situation, Thomas. And you aren't even an adult! And you have friends or friendships that can be preserved and bought back to life! You have all the ingredients, so why not arouse your lazy self and make your life better with those friends?" By now, Mars had suddenly stood up and this had caused Lyra to looked up at him, bewildered, then also get up, because their linked hands were bothering her wrist. 

"I had this friend I met in the Military who changed my perspective on wealth, happiness , friendship, and courage. I learned one of the greatest lessons in life," Thomas wiped away something on his cheek with a swift movement of his arm. "See? Your life isn't trash and nor is it damned. You have hope. You still had the heart that restrained you from firing those guns on the helicopter, you still had the heart that told you to look for you best friends. You still have a pure heart that can lead to happiness, Thomas," 

"Yeah-you have me. Al. Miles. Melanie. And so much more, Thomas. Come back. Do you know that humans tend to become stronger after they solved a crisis? Get stronger. Break through," Even Lyra added.

Maybe because he was overwhelmed with the smartest Prods' cooperative attack, Thomas stumbled back and breathed the longest breathes ever possible through his nostrils. After 3 minutes, he must have decided to become a statue, for he now stood firm and still, eyes on the air between his two Prod friends.
Then,
"You're right," He nodded. Suddenly, as if his statuesque minutes had been spent thinking on his next words and moves, the boy burst into a frenzy of words that were calm and in the speed of his usual rap.
"I still have a life. I have you. And this Revolution isn't over yet. I can prove myself here," He noted while his eyes jerked up here, then down there, as if he was looking at a series of sticky notes on the wall with words written on them.
"That's right," Mars prompted. Use this chance, Bring him back, Al, he thought to himself.
Thomas now stood, staring back at the Prods once more, shoulders heaving up and down. 
"Thank you. I finally feel... liberated, somehow. I don't know why, but I just do. Wow," Then, a minute after, he said once more-

"Wow,"
Though Mars felt an urge to say "Uh huh, that's my boy" to him, he knew that more urgent matters were on issue and he stepped away from Lyra, thus unlinking their hands, and faced Thomas straight.
"Now you're finally back on track. But, we can't let your new conscience be wasted-we need to do work," "Right," Thomas said, shaking himself as if trying to get out of trance. "And do you have any-" "-oh, yes, I have. And thanks to the original Rebels finally getting united, I think my plan's a but more possible and strong," he answered. 

"So you actually fixed up a treaty with a Military sergeant? Do you trust the guy? Do you think-" "Oh, freakin' stop whining, David. I trust him. And I am not insane nor was insane at the moment I did that-I really think he'd do well,"
It would have been impossible and unimaginable for Alex Mars just a few days ago, to be talking and planning how to bring the Revolution to a success with the Rebels. But that was the thing that was happening just now, and nobody were, are, and would be able to refute an event happening for real.
"So you want me to call all the forces to convene and stop all attacks? For real?" Lewis stared at Mars in disbelief. 

"Actually, yes," Mars asnwered. 

"But it doesn't mean that we would be defeated for real-we'll only stay hiding until the Military lets down its attention and becomes weak," 

"Though that might work, I'm still-" 

"Lewis," Thomas growled in the most animalistic way possible and stared flat at Lewis, and that did its trick. Lewis nodded.
"That might work, Alex," he fixed his sentence. 
So, they went to work immediately.

Mars watched as each step of his plan started to be realized: Lewis called each of his forces and Prods fighting and killing on the streets to gather one by one to the building they were staying in to not arouse any confusion or suspicion by the Military nor the people. As the Prods came in, confused to hell, he himself, Lyra, and Sarah checked if they had all the Martian weapons-and took away their guns. No more deaths would result that day, though some people might end up paralyzed or electrified. Meanwhile, Thomas taught himself of how to use the Martian weapons professionally.
They were all about their work when the door, which had been closed for quite a while after the last minor Prod entered, swung open.
-It was Miles and Melanie.
"Jesus," "Hell," They both said at the same time. Just as in those tearful yearly reunions that the South and the North Koreans would have held before both countries got submerged under the water, the two went to Alex and Lyra and repeated the ceremony they had held before separating. Once more, Alex Mars was afraid for his life as Miles squeezed his rib cage.
"By hell-we never thought that the Rebels were going to plan a scheme that you had made. We just spied and followed some group of Rebels, hoping we would paralyze them all. But when had you two affiliated with them again, Alex? They're bloodthirsty-they're our enemies, man!" Miles was whispering right after the man hug-when he spotted Thomas at a corner of his eye.
Shit, no...  Alex was thinking when Miles thundered over to the other boy, then suddenly gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder that surprised all in the room.
However, Miles didn't fail to express his frank feelings to his previous best friend who had deserted him completely.
"You motherfucker. You smartass. You traitor. Did you know how my heart felt when you went over to the Rebels' side so calmly?! My heart wheezed and coughed, so surprised. It felt like 'Et tu, Brute?' all of a sudden, man. Please, please, my Tom, quit fucking your own ass and ending up fucking our ass eventually," "I do quit-I won't do it again," Thomas promised back, and to Alex Mars, the scene felt as if he was finally watching a scene that had been going on everyday before his arrival.
They, however, became submerged in Mars' plan soon, saving the glee for later.

So, with all of them assembled and prepared, with all the Prods in one place, with a sergeant who was now secretly allied with them placed inside the Military, the plan was completed soon, and before long, it was time to realize it.-And Alex Mars, with the strongest and most massive force he had ever seen, nor was able to glean up before, was ready for it, fortunately.