Death at Knight.

1| Uncertainty

She screamed in her hands as she saw the news headline. Hannah began to lose her balance and grabbed the edge of the table to regain her composure. Surely this was fake news - an over exaggerated piece of media.  A lie.

Except it wasn't.

"Mr Knight - President of the United Earth -  has been murdered. Police say they are looking for suspects."

A shiver crept up Hannah's spine as an unfamiliar voice echoed through her ears...

 Dead.

She walked towards the fridge nearby, taking a carton of orange juice which almost slipped through her hands. Dead.

He's dead. Dead. Dead.

Hannah slowly dragged herself upstairs and completely froze. 

"Stairs. Stairs aren't scary. Forget about yesterday and stop being a baby about it." Hannah assured herself.

The assassination of the only World Leader was always a possibility but never was something the Secret Service ever prepared properly for. Mostly because President Knight was a competent President and also a good man at heart.

 Under his long 34 year reign Mr Knight had accomplished many things that previous Presidents of the Earth could only dream of. He was loved by the masses and idolised by all people. Young  children learnt about his achievements as soon as they could read. Merchandise with Mr Knight's face and slogan "let's give the world what it deserves" was translated in hundreds of languages and was plastered everywhere. 

Even the Media loved him too since never was there an article criticising his presidency. No ill word was spoken of this man.

So who in their right mind would think of murdering the President?

And how did they even succeed in doing so?

Hannah sat down on her sofa shaking her legs repetitively, as though it made her thoughts process faster. Her face appeared to be sunken with age at that very minute, although she only recently turned 20. All of the emotions she should have felt or that the rest of the Party would have commanded her to feel, failed to make an appearance. 

'Funny.' she thought. 'When I'm not allowed to cry I somehow do but when I have to cry I can't.' 

 A striking noise instantaneously echoed through her ears and this was when she realised it was just the default IPhone ringtone. Only this time it was more of a pain to hear. Hannah grabbed the phone and softly pressed the answer button and her fingers trembled in fear. She had to answer this particular phone call since her intuition was forcing her to do so.

"Hello?"

Hannah instantly recognised that voice. A voice that was the last thing she wanted to hear. 

"Hannah, you know what happened. You know what you need to do. It's official."

"No, no way. I can't."

"Listen. The Party is just as upset about this situation as you are. We never prepared for this. You are the Vice President of the Blue Party - this is your call. We need to win this election. The Party needs you. The entire world needs you. Please, I'm begging you. Step up and be the leader we need right now. Each one of us 7 billion people are counting on you", the voice pleaded. 

"No." Hannah refused.

The man paused. "By any chance are you upstairs? You're brave for that", he chuckled nervously.

"Shut it."

The call abruptly ended. It felt weird, but Hannah knew becoming the leader of the Blue Party was inevitable after the murder. Perhaps that explained her delayed reaction to the death of Mr Knight - it wasn't the murder of her superior that made Hannah feel upset - it was being forced to step up as a leader at a time of uncertainty. 

Uncertainty.  

Something else had also become uncertain. Mr Knight had been murdered exactly 2 months before the next Global Election. The Global Election President Knight was forecasted to win by a record landslide against the Opposition. Who else would want to murder President Knight? A party of people who despised him. Who never wanted to see him win once again.

 Also infamously known as ...

The Red Party.