Imperfect (on hold)

How It All Started

A year ago, there was no way anybody that would've uttered the words Melanie and rebel in the same breath. Hell, a year ago, nobody would've even thought of the possibility. Myself included. And that was probably true for most people. Rebels were rare nowadays. Not very many people were born with the gene, and people who were often chose to stay Perfect.

A year ago, I would've spent the day kissing up to my boyfriend's ass while running around doing favours for people who didn't give a damn. I would've been the perfect poster child, just like everyone else. I wouldn't even dream of running around the streets with a gun tucked in my waistband and a knife clenched between my teeth because my arms were too badly bruised to lift anything up. But I guess life changes and people do too.

Nobody really knows how it happened. Most people don't care. I am one of the few that do. There are a lot of theories that spiral around. Some people believe mothers who were fed up with their disobedient child started it. Others believe that models did it. The majority of the world supporting Perfectionism think that scientists did it to prevent the world from dying. So that there would be no more epidemics, no more wars or fighting, no more time crying about how ugly you were and how your boyfriend dumped your sorry little ass. That it was the most beautiful thing that could happen to this world.

I didn't know exactly how it started but I knew better. The world so perfect that the people in it become mindless robots. So perfect that anything less could be punished by death or exile. And that was how the Imperfects came to be.

In 2774, a fifteen year old girl named Chastity Rochelle Lee had reportedly attacked a man for beating his dog who had died the day after. Because court law had not been practiced for so long nobody remembered the legal system. People took sides of the convicted and the argument lasted for many days. In the end it was decided that the man would be executed and as the girl was too young for death, she would be exiled.

Those were the first mistakes that had been known of publicly and dealt with by the government. Following that, numerous people had been killed or forced away. There were others that had mysteriously vanished and were not heard of again. It was on the day of my birth, September 4, 2800, the Imperfects made their selves known. I supposed that was an omen about my future.

Nobody had really cared about the big spray-painted "Imperfect" on the side of an old abandoned building. At most, it was a little offensive. What people had cared about was the massacre of one hundred and one innocents on the day of my first birthday, September 4, 2801. The offenders had not been caught and the incident disrupted people's ways of living for many days. However after a government assurance that this would not happen again, people settled back into their old routines.

The second shooting came on my second birthday. Seynara Richards and another other world famous model were killed. The bodies of two exiles were also found, with marred faces and cut up fists. The worst part were their savaged throats ripped to shreds by someone, or something. On my third birthday, thirty people died, all from the three richest segments of the city. On my fourth birthday, a fraction of a thousand people were killed. And on. At this rate, the government was starting to fear that we'd run out of people.

By my fifteenth birthday, they had come up with what must've the stupidest plan in the history of mankind. A day before I turned fifteen, they had gathered up about two hundred children with birthdays on the fourth of September. Because obviously, us children were hypnotizing the Imperfects to do this. We were put on trains to the City, which used to be known as Las Vegas, supposedly the gambling and party centre of the universe. From there we would be sent to Metropolis, located in a little cold country formerly called "Canada". That was were everything was run from simulators to taxes.