Something Worth Fighting For

Prologue.

The Trials started as a way for the world to fix overpopulation. Two volunteers from each city would choose to die every day; One boy, and one girl. The people chose to start in Hanove, a small but famous city off the coast of California. To say the least, this was a horrible decision. when the former Governor Devon died of an anonymous bullet shot, he could have survived but had a heart attack while recovering and the damage was just too much for his body.

When the new Governor, Governor Bram, was elected, it was because he had promised world peace and to 'create a better future', as all candidates do. When Bram won, he changed the Trials forever. Bram loved watching people bow down to him. To prove that he had all the power, he changed the rules of the Trials without anyone's consent and made it so there would be public executions every hour of every day. If there were no volunteers, the Governor would choose two people off the street at random.

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Mrs. Blackwell and her son were walking through the crowded street on their way home from the market. It was 2:00pm. They are not afraid that it was execution time because there were two children up on the stage.

A cry from the stage shocked everyone as they turned their heads to see what happened. The little girl was free from the chains that kept the prisoners. Her mouth no longer had tape around it shushing her screams. Governor Bram let the two children go, stating that it was just inhuman to be killing two children with such potential.

The wide-eyed crowd stared in disbelief. Since When does Bram skip one of his beloved executions? The crowd began to disperse.

"But wait!" Bram's voice boomed through the square. "This means we need two other volunteers." No one dared to move "Alright then. we'll just have to pick our own don't we? How about you fellows?" Bram's finger pointed directly at Mrs. Blackwell and her son.

A guard left the stage and returned shortly with the Blackwells. Everyone knew the ritual of the execution. It was displayed many times every day. They took their seats on the stage. If they tried to run, they would be shot instantly anyways. Two men pointed their guns at their targets.

"Ready..........aim....." The countdown was beginning when Mr. Blackwell walked into the square looking for his wife who should have been home already. "FIRE!"

It was just moments before the bullet would hit Mrs. Blackwell, but her husband was a blur in front of her until he fell to the ground. He took the bullet for her.

Mr. Blackwell was carried off the stage in a stretcher. His wife stared at what was around her. Her son was dead, her husband will be dead, and the guard that fired the shot was now standing right in front of her. The sound of another shot filled the sky, and Mrs. Blackwell slumped back in her chair.

The execution was over.

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Mr. Blackwell arrived home just after midnight. His mental stability was shattered. he had just witnessed his son die, took a shot to the shoulder, and was carried to a hospital while his wife was dying. He went to check that his last remaining family was asleep. Sure enough, Emily Blackwell was safe and sound in her white duvet covers.

He went back downstairs and walked over to a cabinet. Pulling out a gun, he chuckled. He went outside, knocked on everyone's doors, and greeted them with a crooked smile. He was a psycho.

As he went on, he shot everything in his path.

"Well hi Mr. Blackwell. What are you doing up so late?" asked Tom, his best pal who he always went fishing with.

"Oh you know, some killing" He replied

"What?"

BOOM.

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Emily's P.O.V

I woke up to an empty house. Assuming everyone was all just asleep, I went downstairs and turned on the T.V.

Yesterday's Volunteers: Brick Watson, Claudia Blackwell, Jake Blackwell, ...

Wait.....WHAT?!

Additionally, the husband of Claudia Blackwell has commit suicide after murdering his whole neighbourhood. More on this at --

I turn off the T.V and run outside. Bodies of everyone I grew up with were sprawled around the roads. My father, my own father did this. And here he is, lying on the steps outside the door.

I stand in the midst of all this. I take the bloody steel gun from my father's unmoving chest. I don't cry. i don't scream. Instead, I make a vow. "I have no one left. I will find you, Bram, and I will personally terminate your existence"

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Hi guys.

Thanks for checking out my book!

If you have any suggestions on if this book should be more funny, more serious, etc, please let me know in the comments below.

P.S. My next chapters will probably be longer than this.

- @_Amethyst20