Hi, this is Spark n' Jetz here with yet another new story, called the HUNTED. It's a story similar to RUIN. Have fun reading this story!

In this god forsaken city, there's only one place to hide. And that's in the tunnels. Nasty places. Built long before the city separated. The over-city, full of rich and wealthy people, with beautiful landscapes and skyscrapers, and the other part, the under-city, quite literally. 2020. The Earth was broken, destroyed. Pollution, war, and world crisis's were everywhere. So the solution? Gather up every single rich person to build a sky metropolis, and then let everybody else die. But we didn't go as easily as they wanted. We adapted. We became one.

We banded together for survival, and allied, united under one flag. And then we attacked. We devastated the over-city, disgusted with their negligence to check if anyone was alive. But while we struggled and survived, they evolved. Technology of plasma weapons and powerful vehicles obliterated us. AI troops, completely robotic, forced us to retreat. Since then, they've kept a tight hold and a whole government branch to monitor us. Every time it looks like something is happening, they launch a nuke at it. Since 2035, when the rebellion struck, we've been hit with 14 nukes all over the world when they decide a group is gathering. They were not going to forget us that easily. Not yet, at least. Routine AI soldier patrols occur every once in a while. Now, that's where I come in. It's 2050, thirty years since what we dub 'the separation'. I was born, along with a brother and a sister. They were taken by the over-city patrols. As for mother and father? They tried to nurture me as much as they could. For all they knew, I was now their only child. And so I became. I received my first gun when I was fifteen. My dad had been part of the rebellion, and had a stash. QA50, or the quantum assault rifle. It was my dad's best gun.

When they had raided the over city, the grabbed as much as they could. I now had the Quantum Mk II assault rifle, and it released freaking plasma bursts. As for ammo? My dad figured out a way to use a machine called the conflux, that was used back in the old days to generate extremely super-charged matter that was then loaded into a cartridge designed by the over city to hold the plasma, which would then allow it to shoot.

2075. I'm 25 years old now. I've gone from the house, and stay in my own place. And I'm freaking baws. Gloved, plasma weapon slung over my back, dressed in a light-weight kevlar acting jumpsuit, covered with a T-shirt, a jacket, and some jeans and a hood. I have an ordinary pistol at my hip, along with some really old frag grenade that my dad had. Speaking of that, I've stashed quite an amount too. I have quite a few weapons in little hideout, and was equipped well out of my way. And now, we can start doing what I've trained to do. Resist, and fight.

I'm a hunched figure on top of the abandoned building, watching the city. Or what was left of it anyway. I'm still, almost like a statue. I listen. There's a light blowing of wind. Voices coming from the South. A cat meowing somewhere off in the distance. My headset had advanced hearing technology that allowed me to hear things that normal people couldn't. The visor also allows me to see insane distances with precise accuracy. Now if only I could get my hands on a sniper rifle…..Ha. If only.

Those were incredibly expensive. And hard to get your hands on. I bring out the QA50, and look through the scope. Where was the patrol? For a while now, a patrol of four AI troops have massacred poor innocents in this region. I was hired to take them down. In return, a new scope. This damn iron scope was really getting on my nerves. When my dad got the gun, it originally had a very futuristic looking holographic scope, but it was gone now. Didn't know where it went.

And then I hear it. The soft stomping of the metallic feet. I wait patiently for my target. Or targets, should I say. I wait quietly, and they slowly come into view. Four AI standard troops equipped with T-E assault rifles. Back in the old days, you ended a mans life with a headshot. Yes, it did hit the AI's interface, but some of the more sturdy soldiers could still fight without it. So instead I aim at the chest, and let out short controlled bursts. A few rounds slam into the first one, which stumbles to the ground. Then I let the gun roar, and plasma roar. It melts the droids within seconds, and then it's over. Good. I walk over and grab two of the rifles. Could be helpful for the rebels in the sewers. As I walk away, I hear the croaking of a droid. Without a thought, I spin around and shoot its interface till it explodes into wires and melted electronics.