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I've finally finished part 3!

I looked down at the broken compad in my hand, watching the red error message flash its alarmed face on the screen. Sadura had poisoned me, but this poison wouldn’t kill me. It would circulate throughout my body, growing, until I finally killed Sadura. But no matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn’t get that god**mn toxin out of my blood. I couldn’t touch Sadura. If I laid a finger on him, his twenty guards would come and shoot me to bits. The rage was building.
            Angry, I threw my head upwards; ready to let out a yell, when something in the sky drew my gaze. Did something just move up there? I thought. It couldn’t be. All the birds had died in the War of Resolution, and planes had been outlawed years ago. I cursed the smog under my breath. It was the Sadura of the air. Only taking, whether it be my health, my parks, or, in this case, my vision. It stung my throat and eyes, distressed my lungs, and killed the weak. And, worst of all, there was no way to escape it.
            I searched the sky once again, hoping for another glimpse of the elusive entity. My efforts paid off. I saw its black silhouette through the dense smog once again. I flipped open my compad to snap a picture. Error 8275. A virus has been found in your compad. Begin extraction? I threw my compad onto the ground and watched it break into a thousand little pieces.
            I continued on, my day now thoroughly ruined. The salt factories could be seen belching black, toxic smoke in the distance. I suddenly had the urge to turn on my heels and run. However, I kept walking toward the factory, fear growing, pushing out my rage toward Sadura. I felt my eye twitch as a restless nerve quivered beneath it. I saw the smoke belch out of the factory smokestacks. I continued. The buildings around me began to collapse. I continued. Bombs started falling.  I continued. My clothes lit on fire. I continued. Suddenly, I turned around and began running, screaming all the way.

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