The Occupation [Hiatus]

The Year Before

Once again I will state the ideas for this book came with the help of SmashingAsh98 and Vermont_Republic, both of which helped create this book. I wrote it, but they helped with ideas and plot points.

And this book has a lot of abuse and drug mentions (and the actual drugging of someone) in it, so if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read it.

Delaware's POV
July 27, 1967

It was only a matter of time. Still can't believe Governor Terry tried to say that it wouldn't happen. But then again, it wasn't a riot, not yet.

Hopefully it won't become one. With Governor Terry's stance on crime, it would most likely blow way out of proportion. And that would be awful, both for my people and to deal with. He had already sent 1,500 National Guard troops here too, which seemed unnecessary and excessive, but still, with the situation, it's better to be safe then sorry.

So much had already happened in the past couple of hours so far. Most of it so far occurred in Little Italy. I wasn't going to get involved with it though, not with the way things were now. I just wanted to see if there was something I could do to help, and to make sure things don't escalate.

The worst part so far was that a mob of my people were threatening violence on a black neighborhood. I was avoiding that part of Wilmington, not wanting to make the situation worse. Even though a small, awful part of me wanted to let it happen, I pushed that part down. I had let too many of my people be hurt in the past. I had to move on, I had to be better, that way my people could have a better future.

If some of my people hated that, I would do my best to ignore that. I won't hurt anymore of my people. I needed to be better.

So I would be.

Regardless, I was still going to go to that club where that shooting had occurred. Thankfully no one had died, but still, being shot at was awful. I would know, I had experienced it.

I was a couple blocks away when I felt hands grab me. I began trying to get out of the grip immediately, struggling against the grip as my hands were pulled behind me.

"What? Let me go!" I said, turning to see a member of the National Guard behind me. What was this man restraining me?

"Sorry, Delaware. Governor Terry's orders." He said as he handcuffed me. Governor Terry's orders? Is he serious? I groaned. Dammit Governor Terry, do you really think this is necessary?

"You can't arrest me!" I said, as the guard held my arms and began marching me down the street. Where was he taking me? I wasn't even joining the protests, it's too divided for me to do that. I dug my feet into the ground, hoping to make this more inconvenient for him.

"We aren't arresting you. Just restraining you till Governor Terry can talk to you about your behavior." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Is he going to lecture me? Like I'm a child? Jag vet inte varför han tror att han kan.  Han är ett barn jämfört med mig." (I don't know why he thinks he can. He's a child compared to me.) The grip of the guard on my arms seemed to tighten as I switched to Swedish.

"What did you say?" The guard asked, sounding annoyed.

"Som jag skulle berätta för dig." (Like I would tell you.) I said, glad that I could at least annoy the guard until I got a chance to tell Governor Terry that this was unnecessary, annoying, and completely out of line. I don't need to be restrained and treated like a criminal for supporting my people. If they disagreed with Governor Terry, that was not my fault.