The Globalist (story)

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The Globalist is a short story detailing the rise and fall of a maniacal leader known only as H. Written by an unknown author, it's meant to serve as a warning to those following a path devoid of love and instead to follow a darker one to find light, and in the end, love.

Chapter One
Sat upon his chair he was, contemplating the very life he pitied for others. Outside, he was a genuinely good guy, but inside, he was devoid of emotion. He longed for someone to love him, yet no one would dare to lay their hands on him. Alas, he continued to contemplate, wondering what to do regarding his loneliness. Everyone he saw was happy, together and bound forever.

"Why can't they feel my pain?" he thought.

His medals of wars' past hung heroically on his wall. He served in more wars than he could count, doing his service to his country. Whatever has his country done for him, he thought? Anger, pent up rage began to spew forth from his mind, he began to feel now what he's been wanting to say for a while now.. Why bother anymore, he thought? Why continue to live my life in lies?

That's when he no longer thought, but now knew.

He got up and looked at his medals. He glared closely and the flashback, memories and everything, came back to him. He fought this battle to free himself from pain before, after escaping from the grasps of a war that could never be won. He remembered when he was younger, never truly taken care of, always jumping around from house to house to avoid being forced to work as a chick. He left eventually to simply become his own leader, unprotected from the world.

"I'll rise up like a god." he said solemnly to himself, clenching a fist and opening the door.

Outside he walked through a world for which he fought for. Screens of the dictator he fought for, propaganda adorning every wall. Everyone there, however, was as happy as can be, a seemingly perfect utopia.

"They must learn my pain." he thought again.

Chapter Two
So, he ran for governmental positions.

Flashbacks took course of his time in the war, operating machines of death and destruction from thousands of miles away. He remembers the machines, known as MH-221 REAPERs, flying overhead and causing mass devastation toward an area of choice. He killed so many people. So many innocents caught in the crossfire. He remembered then how he felt his commander became more of a handler for his brutality, keeping his own creation pent up on an emotional leash, unleashed on his will.

He walked up on stage to the debates for the title, a national event in his country. The candidates stared him down. He knew they were dead inside, too; their eyes glazed over their papers, remembering lines, lies and the fallacy that they will say. The audience welcomed them and the debate began.

"Candidate H, do introduce yourself," the announced stated, looking at him.

He snapped out of his flashback, sweating nervously on stage and looking down toward the crowd on the auditorium's floor. So many faces, so many judgements.

"Yes, erm, hi- hello. I am H. I was a veteran during the War and decorated for honorable service, earning the rank of High General towards the end of my service, close to our victory due to my decisiveness and the handling of battle tactics in the appropriate situation. I have earned 134 Operation Prime medals and 12 Black Heart Emblems for saving my crew, alongside several medallions for my valor, honor, loyalty, and commitment to the country I am proud to call home. My mission is simple: I want everyone to have the same level of honor and commitment that I have. Everyone here has value, self-worth, and is deserving of a life well desired by many, but unable to be gained due to their circumstances. As acting President, I will ensure that everyone will be presided over equally, justly, and with interests concerning to both the advancement of our country and us as a society. United We Stand, and as One, we shall prevail," he said, solemnly looking over them.

The crowd roared to applause at his speech, screams of approval, a clear choice for who they want, and they know it too in their heart.

One of the other candidates looked over to him and leaned to whisper in his ear, seemingly curious.

"Wow, sir. Who taught you to lie?" he said, snickering.

He cleared his throat and looked back over to the other candidate, smiling.

"The same man who taught me to kill with no remorse." he replied, coldly.

As he said that, the other candidates slumped down, their eyes blackened as H stood triumphantly, unbeknownst to everyone that he poisoned them all during set up. Their screams of enthusiasm turned to mindless endorsement, seemingly approving his actions; he will prevail. He IS the one.

A week later, he will take office.

Chapter Three
H soon realized that power never stays in one place too long in this government, even if he is a dictator. The Ruling Party takes care of most things, while he is merely their handler. The military is the same way, much to his dismay. He soon realized that for his plan to work, he must hold absolute rule in the government. So, he began to plot a method to take care of the heathens in his system. Poison can't handle them, he thought, so there must be another way.

He then came up with the most diabolical plan ever: make them revolt and seize power. Make them hate him, nay, abhor him, then act upon it. Use his own agenda to push theirs' out, then destroy all traces of the government. Only then can he wage war upon the very world he lives in. He'll make them psychotic, scared of his reign, they'll drop and beg at his feet for his mercy, only to receive a harsh and swift kick.

He decided to begin with the Ruling Party, rife already with corruption and petty brides, by invoking fear into their Transfer Meeting for his regime. He will talk of end times and incite several proverbs from the Old World regarding the end of life and how it should be lived. Then, foretell the end of the world by his hand under his iron gauntlet of power, and that all those who oppose him shall be executed per his command over the army. His meeting is set to begin in roughly 30 minutes, so he prepared greatly for the task.

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"Council of the Party, need you forget about who holds will and power over the people? Are you not fearful of what we can accomplish, with or without you?" H exclaimed, turning around to make sure his message is apparent.

"The council moves not to take petty threats from our puppet. We're your handler, you're the marionette," the spokesman said.

"I'm sure you all remember what led to this glorious empire of ours. In case you don't, I'll remind you. The old government did exactly what you're proposing: using the then-President as a puppet. The rioters came out and revolted against us. Millions defected to form our current government. All that we built was knocked down, razed, nay, baptized in fire and reborn as our Empire. The searing embers filled the air, choking and burning all those not under our banner of Black. We struck down all those who opposed, and for what? Now, we have a council who moves to block perhaps our only hope at a completely unified society, free of dissidents and all those who oppose us. Help me forge the iron for my grip upon this Empire, and the whole world will kneel to us." H proclaimed, clenching his fist towards them, staring directly into their eyes with his.

There was a moment of silence in the chambers as hush whispers and frantic murmurs began to spread.

Panic began to ensue now, council members running to frantically approve the dissolution of order over the President.

"I assure you all, young ones, you won't regret it." H mumbled, grinning.

Chapter Four
Now that the council held no power over his choices, his next goal was to convince the military to grant him access to the nuclear codes, which involves going through the General, head of the Army, who happens to be a staunch opponent of his. He met the General when he was a private, back when he too was in the military. It's rumored that he took out multiple superiors in order to get to his current position. Coincidentally, the position of General is directly under President.

He walked into the army base, where the soldiers stared at him with cold, blank and expressionless faces. He had rumors of their conditioning, but he never thought it would be this direct to the point they are practically living machines. Most of the soldiers were also whispering at the sight of a war hero of the Empire.

"General, there's been a shakeup, I'll need you to hand over the launch codes." H said, standing firm before the General.

"Sorry, sir. I'll need authorization from the Ruling Party to initiate transfer of the codes. Standard Procedure." he replied.

"You know very well that's not the case, General. Hand over the codes now. That's an order."

H was pinned to the wall by the General while the soldiers marched towards him, rifles locked and loaded.

"I know your little plan, President. I aim to stop that from happening. Your idea of an Empire is nothing like what I have in mind. The Revolt has paid me especially well to take you out. You know your war crimes, and I intend to get mine cleaned from my record." The General replied, coldly.

A soldier began to point the rifle at H. Is this the end, he thought?

"Say your last words, but they'll be disavowed." said the General.

As the soldier was about to shoot, H grabbed the General and used him as a shield, rushing the soldier and confiscating the rifle. He turned on the other soldiers and returned to the body of the General, frantically looking for the codes. After about a minute, he found them embedded in his suit. He took them and quickly retreated back to his chambers.

His time has finally come.

Chapter Five
Sat upon his throne he was, contemplating the end of freedom. His pain and irreconcilable suffering has brought him before the console. He recited his loss, his gains, his aspirations, and how now he will be the God amongst all who dwell in his shadow. Before he could input the codes, a woman came in. She too looked drained from her life, and the years haven't been gentle. Yet, on her was a simple golden ring, symbolizing the love she shared for someone.

"Stop! It doesn't have to be that way, sir." she exclaimed, rushing over.

"What do you know about suffering, pain, and the torment I've gone through? The world deserves what it has coming. All shall bow." he replied.

"I too have been through suffering. My pain is shared with you, and the torment remains. Like you, I was a soldier to the Empire, and I too wanted to escape it. But I found love after rebelling against my handlers, as well as the General, and led the Revolt through to the Palace that you reside in. My path was dark, but I found hope soon after."

"You know nothing of real pain. Your path is meager, fruitless. Your happiness is a lie!"

"And destroying the world will solve your hunger for revenge? You shall rule nothing!"

"I think, one day, you'll learn what it means to have desperation, to have the hunger growing ever inside you, never extinguished. You crave the feeling of hope, peace and love, yet can never grasp at it long enough for it to satiate you. My lust for revenge extends deeper than the roots you try to pull, and you will always have a seed of that growing inside you too. You're cavernous, empty on the inside; a perfect place for the seed of hatred to blossom and manifest. No one is spared, everyone will become me, and the world shall have what is coming, even if I have to bring you along for the ride too." he replied coldly, reaching for the codes.

"My family died to prevent this. I certainly won't let them down." she exclaimed.

She ran into the bunker where he was, following his every move and shooting her stun gun to try and prevent him from inputting the codes. She almost reached the console, and was in reach of the cord.

But it was too late.

Chapter Six
"Yes... YES!" he exclaimed.

"No... NO!" she exclaimed back.

Rocket engines roared to life all over the country, with civilians near and far looking at the silos opening.

"Let them erupt! Let them rise up to the heavens and reap all from below! Make them kneel and bow before me! Bask in the warmth of the glow of fire as the world bends to my will! Baptize the world in hellfire! Make it so that no one escapes my wrath!" he yelled, frantic with excitement.

The missiles continued their course, rocketing even further up. Clouds broke once and again as they began to fall back down, striking targets both in the country and around the world. The warmth of the missiles began to emanate into the bunker, and the comforting glow made him even more excited. Earth exploded and shattered up into the sky, raining down burning hot rock towards civilians below, assuming they survived the initial blast wave caused by the missiles.

"All shall fear the Grand Emperor! No longer am I bound to those who try to control my life! I am my own ruler! Let them see the world I have forged on my hate and darkness!" he yelled, maniacally laughing at the woman.

As the last of the missiles struck the earth, he waited for the system to indicate safe levels of radioactivity to venture out. He saw what he had done, becoming now expressionless. The world in which he lived in was vaporized; bathed in nuclear radiation. Traces of the world were etched in the ruins left behind. The ground was dry, cracked and asunder with fire erupting in some places. Dust devils ravaged the surface, while the sky gave a disapproving blood red color. Black clouds of carbon raced around the world, enveloping the yellow light in darkness once more.

He walked around, expecting to find survivors for his glorious world.

None walked among him.

The woman eventually got out, horrified at what he had done. She explored the now ruined capital, devoid of anything except the occasional car or metal beam. Through the rubble, she found water, hidden in a bunker box shielded by a nearby armored transport vehicle.

She continued to explore until she found the park. A fountain that previously resided in the center of it laid strewn across the land. She lifted several pieces, unknown of what she would find. Under the bowl for the water to reside in, she found a singular flower, blooming in a mystifying orange color. Grass sprouted near it.

She smiled to herself and looked up at the sky, talking to no one in particular.

"Love outshines the darkest of souls, doesn't it?"