Death at Knight.

8| Winston's Aim.

Winston stared at the reflection of himself feeling defeated. He was only 24, yet his face looked way beyond his years. Deciding to be a politician rather than a doctor wasn't a decision taken lightly, and wasn't taken well by his family. He remembered the day he told his family about joining a political party - while not specifying which one. They tried countless times to convince him to 'think logically. Think like a doctor', but how could he when his country was full of hate? Was full of crime? Was full of injustice? The area he originated from was inhabited by factory workers being paid little to nothing and being treated inhumanely.

He casted his memory back to a brief conversation he had with an elderly worker Winston used to visit often back when he was eleven. "Why do you look so unhappy?"

"It's a long story kiddo. People at your age shouldn't worry about these things. Don't worry about me. Focus on your education."

Winston wasn't satisfied, "Everyone says that. But why do you still work at the factory for all these years? It's not fair."

The old man smiled quickly before lowering his voice, "There are people out there," he pointed towards the main area of the city, "People who have lots of money. They could pay everyone enough money to feed their children for decades."

"That's great", the young Winston added, "So why don't they help pay for our houses over here? These houses are falling apart", he asked whilst fiddling with a loose piece of the roof he torn earlier.

"It's because of that," the old man turned around to check if anyone was watching, "that stupid President of ours."

"President Knight!? Isn't he a good person?"

"See, that's what everyone else wants you to think. He's the reason why half of us have no job and the rest are in factories 'till we drop dead. Knight's too busy squandering his money on big projects for himself and his spoilt minions."

"Minions?", Winston asked.

"Yes. They call 'em the Blue Party. Whatever you do, kiddo, make sure you stay well away from them. They'll take your money before you realise it's gone."

After this revelation, Winston was buzzing to tell everyone about his discovery. But he read articles of people being executed for not agreeing with President Knight's opinions. As he inspected the differences between the main part of the city where the Debate House was and his poor broken area, things started to make sense. It explained why he always saw money being poured into extravagant projects that served no use to the poor people like Winston himself.

One day that same week, he stumbled across a man bleeding on the floor. Winston grabbed his phone ready to call for help until he recognised who was injured.

"No. What did they do-"

The old man grumbled, "Those spoilt brats. I'm gonna kill that stupid President one day-"

The man shut his eyes in hopelessness.

The young Winston tried to flip the man's body when a badge facing downwards was next to the now dead body. This badge was coloured in dark blue with the words, "President M. Knight."

"I'm going to kill that President. He's going to feel my wrath!" The small boy cried.

The now Winston in the present sighed in hopeless. The memory was always going to be there. Everything else in the past was a blur to him apart from that fateful day. It seemed logical, Knight killed the old man and now Knight was dead. But the payback was too late. 13 years late, to be exact. He thought justice had been served when Knight died - but now the country was planning on executing his leader for something he wasn't so sure she did. Winston needed the evidence - and fast. However his useless fellow party members took the one chance Winston had to recover evidence to prove Sally's evidence as an opportunity to have a laugh.

If the Red Party couldn't bother stealing the cameras in the Debate House where Knight was last seen, Winston had to go do it himself. Only this time he wasn't planning on bringing anyone else.