What’s Two More…
I think that’s where this all began. The explosion that killed them. Me, young and bright, thinking there was no evil at all in the world. I had hopes and dreams. I wanted to be a nurse. The only negative thing in the world was having to babysit my two brothers. I had no idea of the dangerous war lurking outside my door until it was too late. I tried to save them, but I couldn’t. Now everyday I am reminded of that fact when I look in the mirror and see that Slash.
After that day, I was a different person. Dorothy died along with my brothers. I took to politics instead. I became a leader. I gained popularity. The horrors of war still fresh in peoples minds attracted them to my zero tolerance for violence policy and soon enough, I found myself sitting in the Square, head of the Authority. People respect and fear me and that’s how it shall be once this “revolution” is crushed.
I’ve just issued a blockade on all roads leaving towards the mountains. Those on their way will be unable to pass, supplies will run low in the mountains, and the rebels will be forced to come down and surrender. We can then continue the life that keeps everyone safe and in order. Authority soldiers parade the streets once more, knowing everything about everyone. There will be no secrets and there will be no more war or rebellion ever again.
I woke to the sound of a helicopter taking off from the roof. It’s my parents, I know it before I even have to check their rooms. I look out to see it sailing through the sky towards the looming mountains. I could shout out for it to be blown up or shot down. My parents are just people to me now. No one is good or bad to me. You’re either a rebel or an authoritarian and all rebels should be shot down. But, something stops me. These people are no longer my parents. They’re rebels and what’s two more to thousands.
I receive news that the blockade is failing. Rebels have been discovered underneath the mountains, but it’s too late. They have what they need for the rebellion. I have done everything I thought I could do to prevent war, but now I look at the live videos showing civilians scared, wounded, and fleeing, all I can do is try and get the civilians away from the rebels in the mountains. I issue bomb attacks near the mountains to try and force them towards the sea, far away from the rebels.
I can see rebels have began to blow up the blockades. They are leaving the mountains and charging down. The Authoritarians call out, trying to get me to evacuate, but I’m not leaving now. I wait at the entrance to the Square. I remember when this was once a shopping centre. I came here with my mother and brothers on a Saturday. After a while, my young brothers would begin to fidget and start wailing and I’d been handed a tenner to go down and get them and myself an ice-cream. Now, instead of the cheerful shop with its multitude of lights sits a tank prepped for battle, but with no one to use it. A battle I didn’t want. I never wanted any of this. I hear chanting. It’s getting louder and louder. My little brothers used to chant. They’d chant before a football match on TV. It was loud and my dad would complain. But, it’s not as loud as this. My dad definitely wouldn’t like this.