Revolt 2145 (4 page)

“You killed your three kids?” I asked.

“They were covered by the filth of this realm.” Ellie said.

“We belong here.” Marie said. “We absolutely fucking belong here.”

CHAPTER 5 - BALL OF FIRE

February 23
rd
, 2127

     I was doing my best to get some more sleep before we arrived to the sun blazed prison. Each time I managed to shut my eyes, visions of the corrupt decisions of my past managed to conjure. I recalled me and Linda leading a march through the streets in the heart of the Capitol City. I could see the Territory Officers in front of us, on guard. They held their rifles at the ready and I could see the intensity within them; prepared for one of us to make a violent move.

“We want change!” I shouted.

“Give us change!” my members shouted.

“As long as you keep this protest a peaceful one, we won't use force!” The lead  enforcement officer shouted. Deep in the back of my mind, I knew this wasn't going to work. We were just another group of people trying to get our voices heard. Those who were there to witness our demonstration would listen for the moment, but those same people would go home and they'd just forget. We had to do something different. Something drastic. Radical. Linda had a gun tucked in her pants, underneath her shirt in case something dramatic was going to happen and my heart was telling me to go for the gun. To whip that motherfucker out and pop some officers in their skulls. However my brain was putting out the logical probabilities of those actions. These assholes would slaughter us at this point, but Linda needed to know. I had to tell her that now was the time to put fear into those that barricade us. I looked at Linda and nodded. She nodded back, and we quickly fell back to the rear of the protest.

“What's wrong?” she asked as those in front of us continued to chant loudly.

“We can't keep doing this. It's not working. No one's going to care about what we have to say at this rate.” I explained to her.

“What do you want me to do? Turn the cult into a militant group?”

“Whatever works Linda.” I replied. I could see her eyes widen. I know she wanted the same thing. She was just too afraid to admit it. They all were.

“Even if everyone agreed to spraying bullets into these fuckers, where would we get the things needed to do so?”

I looked around at the protesters. My cult. If I wanted to lead them correctly, I had to be willing to take a few risks in order to press my ideal into the establishment, and at that moment, a plan had presented itself inside my cold heart and my hardened mind.

“Give me your gun.” I told her.

“For what?” Linda refused. “This is only for emergencies.”

“Just give me the fucking gun.”

Linda sighed with a bit of frustration.

She pulled it out from the front of her tight jeans and handed it to me.

“Careful.” she said. “It's loaded.”

“I know how to use a gun, thank you.” I said before I walked back towards the front of the cult protest. I held the gun firm, finger lightly against the trigger. I pointed it into the air and pulled the trigger, and the pop rattled my brain, and silenced those behind me. The officers quickly reacted and pointed their rifles at me.

     “Drop the fucking gun!” the officers screamed.

“Are we going to be heard?!” I shouted. “Too many of our loved ones have been lost because of the changes that have been made to this government!”

“Lady, drop your weapon or we will kill you!” I could hear the intensity in the officers' voices as they screamed at me.

“You would kill me! I haven't hurt anyone but you're all prepared to put down an innocent teenager!” I shouted. “Do it.” I muttered. “Shoot me!”

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Linda shouted to me.

I looked back to see her making her way to the front of the protest and it was at that moment, I felt something sharp fly into my neck. I rubbed my hand against the side of my neck and felt a large, plastic object protruding from my neck. I motioned to pull whatever it was out, but the blue sky went dark and I fell asleep.

Marie was right. We did belong here. Well they did. Then again, maybe I did. Even though I didn't kill the president, my past actions may have presented this karma to me.

I woke up inside of a jail cell, my eyes peeling open to an officer standing in front of me.

     “Had to get you out of there, those officers were prepared to blow your head off.” the officer said.

“Why didn't they?” I asked, sitting up.

“18 year old girl, killed during a supposedly peaceful protest?” the officer said. “That's just bad publicity.”

“You all should be used to it. Everyone knows about your system's dirty work.”

The officer smiled which agitated me a bit. “You think the system dirty, corrupted; I say the system is held to a certain degree in which you are to young to even understand and it is my job to protect that system.” he explained. “I'm sorry, I believe we got off to a bad start. Ms. Dodson, I'm Detective Jones and I'm here to convince my colleagues that your actions out there were just a huge mistake.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm some fucking subordinate!” I snapped. “I was completely aware of my actions.”

Officer Jones gave me a frown. “Alright.” he said, turning and sliding open the cell glass wall. “Suit yourself. We'll let you out of here when your attitude decides to change.” he said before he exited the cell and locked the cell glass back into place.

“Prick.” I muttered, watching him walk away. There he went, just like the rest of those brain washed dummies, acting under the corrupted law, assuming that he knew me and what went through my head. They assumed we were going to stay peaceful. They assumed that no drastic action would take place, but as soon as I brought out a change in the base line, panic ensued and our message began to slowly take it's place, that is until they put me down. They assume I had nowhere to go from here. No plans to resume while in their custody but the problem for them was they held way too much confidence in their assumptions. Today would mark another milestone in our cult's history. The day we started to forcefully push our messages into the hearts that run and beat on this flawed and unfair system.

     I could see the sun beginning to set, and my stomach begin to growl loudly. Officer Jones made his way back to my cell, holding a full paper bag. “Hungry?” he asked with a smile.

“No.” I lied, trying to remain as invulnerable as possible.

“That's not what your stomach is saying.”

“What do you want?”

“I just want a little change of heart.” he said. “Come on, what do you say? Act like a sweetheart, and walk out of her with a bag of goodies.” he teased. “Or stay in there and let your stomach growl until it collapses.”

“I don't need to choose.” I smiled.

“There it is. The first smile I've seen from you.” he laughed.

“I'm going to walk right out of here, and I guarantee you won't be able to do a goddamn thing.” I said with a confident smile stuck on my face.

“You're not walking out of here Dodson.” Jones' said, his smile fading away. He turned and walked to a garbage can that sat near the wall. He held the bag over the can and dropped it in. “I hope you enjoy the taste of your own fucking spit, because that's all you'll be eating until I say so.”  he walked off.

Good. I ticked him off. With that in my satisfaction tank, my wait on Linda to pop up would be that much easier.

     Night had fell and the cell hall lights flickered on. Walking in front of the cell was Officer Jones and Linda.

“Cold outside?” I asked.

“Not with this on.” Linda smiled. “And it's about to get hot.”

“How was the remainder of the protest?”

“Things simmered down once they took you away, but you made the news.”

“Now we're getting somewhere.” I said with a massive smile.

     “You're wasting your time and effort.” Jones said. “Your protest did nothing. The system is here to stay.”

“Not if something drastic happens.”

“News flash Claire! You're locked up!” Jones shouted. “You can't do anything!”

“I can't.” I started. “But she can.”

In the corner of my eye, I could see Linda swing a knife towards Jones' throat. As Linda placed a hold around Jones, he slowly reached for his gun.

“Grab it, and it stab you in the fucking throat.” Linda said lowly.

Linda slowly pulled the gun from Jones' holster and then pointed at him. “Unlock the cell.” she ordered.

“You people have lost your minds.” Jones said, frozen.

Linda fired the gun and a round went through Jones' arm.

“Fuck!” Jones screamed in agony.

“I didn't ask for any other word!” Linda screamed. “The only thing I want to hear is that cell opening!”

“Alright! Alright!” Jones yelled place his hand on the cell glass. The glass slid open, and with a wide smile, I made my way out.

“Get out of here.” Linda said, keeping the gun pointed at Jones.

“They're going to make you a wanted woman.” I said.

“We're all going to be wanted, but we'll deal with it. Get out of here.” Linda said.

“No. I'm staying here.” I decided. “What's next?”

“Get us some toys.” Linda said before she looked back at Jones. “Walk.” She demanded. With his hands up, Officer Jones made his way from the jail cells and into the main offices. As we walked in, the room went into an organized panic, and every officer, whether at a desk or walking around, went for their guns.

     “Pull your guns and I blow this officer's brains out!” Linda shouted. I stood behind her as she kept real close to Jones, keeping the gun pointed at his head. The room stood still, and the officers kept a stare at Linda.

“It's about forty officers in here, and one of you.” Jones said, keeping his hands up.

“Do you really think I'm alone?” Linda asked.

As she said that, our cult of about fourty members made their way into the station, filling up the offices.

“If any of you corrupted fucks does anything, I will kill this motherfucker!” Linda shouted. I could feel the intensity in her voice. “Slowly pull your guns from your holsters and drop on the floor!” Linda demanded. The officers in the room did just that, their guns slamming onto the floor. The cult members quickly moved in and grabbed pistols. I made my way to a vacant pistol and pointed mine at a nearby officer.

“Bag the rest of the guns and move out.” Linda said, and the cult followed, throwing the remaining guns in a black bag.

“Ready to move out?” Linda asked, keeping the gun on Jones.

“Am I?” I said, excited. This was what the movement needed. This was our moment to begin a change in society. To bring back the good, before this system went darker.

“We'll find you easily.” Jones said. “You'll be going down for an array of charges.”

“What about him?” I asked looking at Linda.

“You want a hostage?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh fuck you!” Jones shouted before I pointed the gun to his head.

“You stay with us buddy!” I said.

“Let's move out!” Linda shouted, and the cult began to clear out of the station.

     Packed upfront of a hover van was Jones and I, while Linda drove. The vehicle cruised downtown and my eyes were glued to the Emerald State Building. “Stop here!” I shouted. The van stopped.

Linda looked at me. “Why?”

“I have a better idea.” I said, staring up at the top of the building.

The cult remained in the van as Linda, Officer Jones and I made our way inside the state building. We fled to the stairwell and hiked our way to the roof, busting out into the windy top.

“Move!” I shouted, pointing my gun at Jones, who had his hands up. He then turned around.

“What's your move, threaten to throw me off the roof?” Jones said. “Whatever ransom you ladies receive won't save you from incarceration.”

“Threaten?” I asked, walking closer to him. “You're an example. You're our beacon of fear.”

“The only example I'm making is how good it's going to feel when all of those officers shoot you two dead.” Jones laughed. “Besides...” he said peeking over the edge. “You're example isn't going to work from up here. No one's going to see me!”

“You're right.” I said, pulling the trigger, popping him in the head. His body jerked back and his body plunged off of the roof. I looked at Linda, who's face was in a state of shock.

“Claire, you just...”

“I just killed one of the instruments of this corrupted system.” I said.

His body slammed onto a hover vessel below and I smiled as I stared down at his mutilated, broken body. We made it. We were the news. We were so profiled, that the media began naming us. Names like the “The End Cult” or “Death Hounds” and my personal favorite, “Catalysts of The Gen” were making us the talk of the territories.

August 13
th
, 2145

     “Good morning inmates!” Sgt Banuelos' voice echoed over the speaker. It broke my sleep. “This is your lead escort speaking. Don't and I repeat, don't get too comfortable. We are set to arrive on the surface of the sun in ten minutes!”