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As we all gathered and celebrated, everyone enjoyed themselves and adored each other. Laughing filled the household and everyone wore red jumpers to bring positive cheer, we was ready for the new year. Drinking red wine and eating ravish red gammon, the night couldn't of been any better. Whilst watching the countdown for the new year, we was just moments away from starting a natious new year but they came.
Men in elusive black uniforms that broke in and rampaged through our house, arresting each and every one of us. I tried to run but there was too many of them, they came from everywhere like rats in a sewer, disturbing everthing they came in to contact with.
They pinned me to the wall like I was a wanted criminal, but none of them spoke a word. Like silent hunters, they lacked emotion and human traits, they're souless monsters that only cared about the law. The law which had now been passed due to the amount of crime and scum that had filled our streets with blood, is all their fault, but in they eyes of the government, its all of us. Those who potentially will become corrupt thugs and cause nothing but devostation and suffering through cruel ways.
As they struck their authority where they stepped, their dark glowing red eyes stared at us. Rounding us up into a group and pushing us to our knees, they surrounded us. As one stepped forward, I flinched out of fright and it was the worst thing I could of ever done in my life. All their eyes lit up and beamed down on me. Somehow breaking free from my shackles, I barged through them and ran, but they got me within seconds. I thought it was the end for me. Dragging me back to the group and placing tighter shackles on me, one of them disgusted and outraged announced in a sinister voice, ...

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...o the freezing desert, my eyes began to drown in tears as I saw friends bloodied and beaten in the hall way, then being dragged outside, everyone down both sides of the street was either being loaded into vans or being wrestled to the floor by brute demonic soldiers. All of us being too drunk to be able to fight back, we were herded like sheep, herded to our death sentences.
I then stumbled to the floor. With dirt smudging across my face, an empty wine bottle sat abandoned before me. Staring into it's reflection, flashbacks flowed into my mind and all the times I spent with my friends on nights out, even the bad ones, I wouldn't miss for the world and wouldn't change it one bit. I just regret that I never had the chance to do it more, all those opportunities that I wasted away doing stupid things, I passed up on but if I could do it over again, it would be different.

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