Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (5 page)

the scripted text to the inhabitants over and over again and saw
their reactions to it, something unexpected happened. He began
believing the message. He spread it with more zeal than before and
he even began adding to the text. Against orders he spread the
message across species. We still aren’t sure how he accomplished
this because according to our files he should not have been able to
speak the languages of these various species. Just as we were about
to send troops to have this traitor arrested do you know what he
did next?” Reluctantly I responded “He crossed the border into
Kliev?” The interrogator continued, “Yes. And now that brings us to
you. We’ve spoken about the past and present. Now let’s talk about
the future. More specifically your future. Most suspects we
interrogate are possible insurgents but when asked who they are
they always lie. This is the first time we ever interrogated
someone who claimed to be the leader of an opposing form of
government founded by a known traitor whose sole aim is the
overthrow of our leadership. Now do you want to revise your
statement?” I swallowed nervously and said; “I’m not the Great
One.” He stood up angrily and thundered, “There is no Great One!
You’re not special! No one is! The question is who are you?” “I’m
Christopher,” I nervously replied. “See? Now was that so hard?” he
asked in a calmer voice. He sat back down. “Where are you from
Christopher?” I looked down at the floor. “So you’re not talking
huh? Well, we have ways of making you talk.” I thought, “So its to
be torture than. I can handle torture.” And I began to remember all
I endured at the hands of the terrorists who removed my bladder
stones. It seemed as if the interrogator were aware of my thoughts
because he said, “You may think you’re capable of withstanding what
we have in store for you but think again. Once we begin, you’ll
wish you had never been born.” With that he stood up and walked
toward the door. It opened and he walked out. I walked over to the
door and put my ear against it. The voices were muffled but I
distinctly heard someone say, “He’s no threat. In fact after some
reeducation he may even make a useful citizen.” I walked over to
the corner of the room and lay down facing the wall. Exhausted, I
quickly fell asleep.

I was awoken by a noise above my head. I
looked up to see one of the large bricks in the wall being pulled
outward revealing a large hole where the brick used to be. I stared
in anxious anticipation at the hole in the wall when suddenly a
head popped into the room through the hole. It was the head of a
squirrel. “You Christopher?” The squirrel asked. “Chauncey sent me
to rescue you. He says you’re the Great One. I said to him ‘If he’s
the Great One, why does he need rescuing?’ Nevertheless you are
obviously one of us. Let’s get you out of here brother.” At that he
pulled his head back through the hole. Immediately I jumped up and
climbed through the hole, which was just big enough for me to
squeeze through. Finally wriggling my body through the hole, I
looked up and noticed it was nighttime. All was dark. “Follow me,”
whispered the squirrel. So I followed him. We eventually ended up
along the side of a road. It looked to be the same road I was on
when I first entered this land. He said, “This is as far as I can
take you brother. Just follow this road keeping your head down and
be as quiet as possible. If you keep moving you should reach the
border by morning.” I walked all night long. Exhausted, I decided
to rest for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and immediately I heard
the sound of leaves rustling. I quickly opened my eyes but didn’t
move a muscle. Although my eyes were only closed for a few moments
it felt as if I were awakening from sleep. I noticed the sun was
beginning to rise. I felt a need to get to the border as soon as
possible even though I didn’t know what I would find there. The
territory I would enter had to be better than this strange land
with it’s society rooted in inequality. I decided to run. I was a
fish out of water. I didn't know where I was going I just knew I
had to keep running. Before this adventure I had only been outside
a couple of times in my life and they were only brief outings to
the vet and back home. I also used to stare out the window of
Jeffrey's apartment for hours fascinated by what I would see. I had
no concept at the time of the size of the world, but now as I
continue to run it's beginning to sink in. I was afraid. An uneasy
feeling began to plague me. Disquieting thoughts crept into my
mind. Suddenly my fears became reality as a dog at least six times
my size leaped out from behind a large tree and began to chase me.
The monster seemed to have intentions of devouring me. As I
frantically increased the speed of my running I could feel the hot
breath of this beast against my tail. As my pursuer advanced I
began to realize the futility of running. Just as I was about to
give in to this predator I made a last ditch effort to escape. I
decided to try and cross the road. I shot across the road in no
particular direction. Suddenly a loud screeching noise accompanied
with horns blaring stopped my pursuer in his tracks. When I stopped
to turn around and see what happened I noticed the monster running
in the opposite direction. Suddenly I felt a rushing stiff breeze
and everything went dark. I closed my eyes and crouched down in a
ball of trembling terror. When I opened my eyes I noticed that it
was light again and I saw a large vehicle racing away from me. It
was much larger than any of the vehicles I had seen before.
Apparently the vehicle had passed right over me scaring the large
dog away. As I walked into the woods on the opposite side of the
road I felt a strange sensation. It was the feeling of being in a
new place. I knew at that moment that I was no longer in Cuyamonga.
The atmosphere seemed less rigid. I walked a little while entering
a field with tall wild grass that made it difficult to see the full
extent of the land. After walking for a considerable distance into
the field I noticed that the grass along my route was thinning out
and there was a pile of dried leaves scattered in front of me. This
didn’t strike me as significant at the time so I just continued on.
As I stepped onto the pile of dried leaves the ground suddenly gave
way and I fell into a large pit.  I tumbled head over heals
finally striking my head on the earth at the bottom of the pit.
After picking myself up I heard steps running towards the opening
at the top of the pit. When I looked up I could see three
silhouettes hovering over the entrance of the hole. This was
obviously a trap. “Now what?” I thought, just before losing
consciousness. When I awoke I was in a tract of land that appeared
to have been cleared of weeds and grass. I tried to move but
noticed that my paws had been tied tightly together with pieces of
shoelace. To my left and right were other cats sitting in perfect
rows. There were rows of cats ahead of me and rows behind me all
staring forward at a large bonfire. The dancing lights seemed to
mesmerize them. I whispered to the cat on my left, “Where are we?
Were you captured as well?” He just looked at me with empty eyes
and said, “I am not special. I am not an individual. Without the
masses I am nothing. I am not special. I am not an individual.
Without the masses I am nothing.” He then looked ahead back at the
fire. Now I have had some strange experiences since I began this
adventure but so far this seemed to be the strangest. Suddenly I
began to hear the sound of two sticks being struck together. I
looked down the row and all at once the cats began chanting, “I am
not special. I am not an individual. Without the masses I am
nothing. I am not special. I am not an individual. Without the
masses I am nothing,” over and over again. I began gnawing at my
fetters. Surprisingly they tore free fairly easily and I was able
to stand. I ran down the row of cats toward the aisle when
gradually I noticed that they had stopped chanting. After exiting
the row I looked back to see that the entire group of mesmerized
cats were looking in my direction angrily. They now began chanting,
“You are not special. You are not an individual. Without the masses
you are nothing. You are not special. You are not an individual.
Without the masses you are nothing.” They began to walk towards me
breaking their formation of perfect rows. They didn’t run however.
They just walked steadily towards me trying to surround me. I heard
a voice shout loudly, “He must not escape!” The voice came from
somewhere beyond the bonfire. I don’t know what this group had in
mind for me but I wasn’t about to stick around and find out. I ran
with all my force through the tall grass and back towards the road.
I felt as if I was running in the right direction but I must have
somehow been turned around because the place where I entered at the
edge of the field was nowhere in sight. I saw a large rock that
stood above the tall grass. If I climbed on top I could surely see
the road. I listened to make sure that the mob of cats I was
fleeing from had gone back. All was silent for miles. After waiting
a considerable period of time I hoisted my tired body up on top of
the rock and looked around to see if I could locate the road. I
noticed that I had been running in the opposite direction. Instead
of exiting this land, I had penetrated even farther inland. At this
point I didn’t want to head in the direction of the road and risk
running into the mob of zombie cats again, so I decided to just
keep going in the same direction and hopefully I would find someone
that could offer me shelter. As I walked through the field the sun
began to gradually change positions in the sky. I was in a trance
as I walked because the scenery never seemed to change. At times I
feared I was going in circles. All at once the ground began to rise
sharply and I found myself climbing uphill. After ascending this
steep hill a great distance, I finally felt that I couldn’t walk
any further. But as I glanced around me it appeared that I didn’t
have to continue because my trek came to an end at the edge of a
cliff. As I looked out over the cliff I could barely believe my
eyes. Actually I wasn’t sure what it was I was looking at. “Is this
the ocean?” I thought. I looked out at a vast valley that descended
for miles. There was movement along the bottom of the valley that
had the appearance of colorful rushing waves sweeping and breaking.
It was beautiful. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. It
couldn’t be water because the waves were rushing in opposite
directions and colliding in the middle of the valley. It was as if
two massive rivers were running into each other. “Where am I?” I
wondered. The sun began to go down and I realized that I needed to
find shelter before nightfall. I looked back at the path I had
traveled on. There was no shelter there and aside from some
brainwashed inhabitants the land was desolate. My eyes followed
along the edge of the cliff to my right and I saw the top of some
trees. It looked promising so I decided to head in that direction.
After staring at the strange waves that swept across the valley for
a while, I noticed that I had regained a little more energy for the
trek. As I entered the woods I perceived a great difference between
this forest and the one I had been held prisoner in. The birds sang
a little bit more cheerfully and the wild animals seemed to run
about freely without a care in the world. A raccoon walked up to me
smiling and waving his hands like he wanted to get my attention. He
appeared to want to ask me something. He said, “Esucxe em dneirf.
Od uoy wonk woh I nac teg ot eht tnorf enil?” I just looked at him
and said, “I’m sorry I don’t understand.” He didn’t seem to be
deterred by this. He just raised his voice a little and began
speaking slower and gesturing, “Od uoy wonk woh I nac teg ot eht
tnorf enil?” I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. He gave a
deep sigh in frustration and walked past me. It was starting to get
dark. The inhabitants of this land seemed to be friendly but I
really needed to find someone that I could understand before
nightfall. I continued walking. Then I came to a stop as I saw at a
distance a large Rottweiler dog walking across my path. I crouched
down and remained perfectly still. He looked in my direction and
stood erect sniffing the air. He then lowered his nose and
continued on his way. “That was a close one,” I thought. “He didn’t
see me.” “Pssst…” came a sound from the inside of a large hollowed
out log. "Hey you. Get over here before that scoundrel comes back."
I cautiously walked toward the sound of the voice. "I saw what you
did earlier when you crossed into Fostoria. You must be some kind
of daredevil or something to have tried that stunt. It almost
worked too. It would have served him right. Justice for always
chasing after us poor defenseless creatures.” He paused then looked
at me inquisitively. “How did you devise such a plan? The timing
would have needed to be perfect. And the courage… Oh the bravery
needed to put such a plan into effect was astounding. I'm Rizzo by
the way. What's your name?” said the cat with his paw pushed out
ready for a greeting. “I'm Christopher.” “Well Christopher I'm
pleased to make your acquaintance. I haven't seen you around here
before, are you just passing through with your gang?” I looked at
Rizzo with a puzzled expression. I had absolutely no idea what he
was talking about. “Err um… That is… I imagine you must have your
own gang a natural born leader as yourself.” I shook my head. “Well
then, I hope you'll consider a position that is now available in
our gang. We happen to be looking for a leader. Our old leader Tom
met his demise at the jaws of Prodjo.” “What's a Prodjo?” I asked.
“He's a mutt nearly twice the size of that animal you sent running
earlier. But I'm sure you'll be able to handle him.” Believe me, I
had a lot of questions but everything was happening so fast. “Well
we have plenty of time to get you up to speed. Let's introduce you
to the rest of the gang.” As Rizzo turned to lead the way I noticed
that he only had half of a tale. Part of it was cut off. And it
wasn't a clean cut either. The tip was mangled as if someone or
something had chewed it off. He was a large cat. Or at least he
used to be. One could tell by looking at him that he at one time
was taken care of. He had a large frame, strong bones, and at one
time this frame was covered in flesh. But now you could see his
ribs. He was just fur and bones. Because of the near death
experience I had just been through I hadn't really noticed Rizzo's
emaciated state. But as my heart rate began returning to normal I
started noticing certain details about my new friend Rizzo that
shocked me. For instance, the corners of his eyes were filled with
a yellowish substance that seemed as if it should block his vision
but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he got on as if he could see
just find. He slanted his head a little as he was talking to you.
One got the impression that he was sizing you up or trying to
figure you out while conversing. But I now realized that he was
just lining you up with his field of vision, which was obstructed.
This is not the first time I’ve seen this condition. Once when my
sister Josie was sick she had this substance in her eyes but
Vincent and I would clean her face and then we would get on with
our games. It certainly never got so bad that her vision was
obstructed. She got over it. It wasn't a serious condition. I
wondered about this gang. “Why would they let one of their own walk
around like this?” Something else I noticed about my new friend is
that he had a large gash on his back as if someone had tried to
take his head off with a machete but they missed and clipped his
back. The fur was gone. In fact the first layer of skin was broken
and he was nursing an open wound. You wouldn't notice it when you
were facing him except that every now and again he would turn
around to lick his back. This in itself wasn't strange. This was a
natural response when one got hurt. You would lick the affected
area to ease the pain and eventually the pain wasn't there anymore.
But there are some injuries that require more than just this
natural medication. I knew this from experience. I wondered, “Where
is the human to take care of him, to change his litter box, to
soothe him when he is disturbed?” I had so many questions but I
couldn't ask him now. We had just met. This was my only friend in
this strange new world and if I in some way offended Rizzo I might
be left alone again. I didn't have a plan. I was just going with
the flow. I didn't know where the flow was taking me but as long as
it took me far away from Cuyamonga I felt I would be all right.