War DrumsKory sat bolt upright, looking around at his room. Though he was eighteen, his mind was functioning currently at the level of a five year old. He wasn't autistic, nor did he have any reason to be mentally incapacitatedWar Drums by inspectork1412
Not physically, at least.
He looked around at the darkened room that so resembled his own while he was growing up in times of peace; navy blue walls with white trim, a television, a radio, posters a typical boy's room. The items in and of themselves had nothing in terms of utter significance. The messages they conveyed, however, were a little bit different.
The television, screen dark at the moment, was only available to receive one station. The radio, always on, could only receive one frequency. Kory had no control over these devicesonly his Mother did. He couldn't say why it was that only she could touch these items, but something ingrained into his mind said to him that something very, very bad would happen to him if he touched them.
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