The Betrayal

The sphere we so dreadfully wait for stretches its way up the mountains as a low whistle expands through the broken land. Innocent faces bathed in filthy nation blood drown the corpses and wash down the mountains of the East Side. Another day, another fight, another sacrifice. This is the life we have been forced to live as a paying price for freedom. She stood there for hours, staring blankly at the chaos that was left behind. It was until she heard the tsunami alarm that she drifted off into the forest; gone without a single trace.

 A male's deep voice captivates any creature that dares to listen to him. This was no exception when Hunter Constantine took charge of the family congregation. “We must do something, fast. Before more of our people are slaughtered for the Nation’s amusement. Children, families and animals are being yield by these familiar strangers. We cannot permit this any longer!” A solid hammer expands through the room as he collapses his fists on the table. “What do you suggest we do? Rebel against them? We wouldn’t stand a chance.” A man sitting on the end of the table spoke. “They would wipe us off the Earth in three days or less. They have better armament, more power and an army that has annihilated nations. And that was when they weren’t even half of what they are now. We have no chances of surviving.” “Ask for our rights to be respected.” Answered another man. And so on they kept going, trying to find a solution for the abyss they were facing. Hunter’s irises stared at the glass of water standing before him, the companions’ voices becoming more distant as he got lost in thought. Without saying a word, he stood up and the room went silent.

For 30 years, the Islanders had been abused by the Great Nation, the land that had freed them from slavery and had promise protection and financial aid; signing the Commonwealth. They would be associated with each other without one country benefiting more from the other. This however changed after 40 years, making the Island a complete wasteland and considered a Third World compared to the rest. The Great Nation did and undid as they pleased and those who challenged them were eradicated. Last night’s massacre was the last straw and with Hunter’s plan, the Islanders would have a possibility of surviving.

 “For years countries have been exploit and all have spoken and ask for their rights to be respected. Some did some small movements like protest, while others were more drastic and declared war on their oppressor’s. Today these countries are gone, buried and erased from contemporary times. That is why I propose we do not speak up, we do not ask for the respect that we all know won’t be given to us but choose a better tactic, one that hasn’t been used before; at least not successfully.’’ All eyes pierced at Hunter as he declared confidently. “A Clandestine Army.”