Because, I'm The Sh*t

Chapter 1:

Why? Dear God, why?! I press my thighs together, trying not to pee myself. This crouching position isn't helping, and the sound of the waves, which I once loved, is becoming annoying. My breath is shallow and ragged—a clear reminder that I'm terrible at anything physical. I silently pray to the lord Chuck Norris to bless me with the power of his Bowflex because the spirits that are supposed to protect me decided to have a petty fight with each other. I can't rely on my senses; the festival music is so loud that it carries to the shore, mixing with the waves. The scent of salt assaults my nose, and the urgency to pee overrides everything else. Yep, I'm screwed, but I'm not going to go down easily with the enforcers. If those fuckers want me, then I'll make sure to be a pain in their shapely asses.

Sure, I don't like the alien race that colonized us, but I hate the humans who went along with their pathetic dictatorship and laws even more. And now, the time for my freedom has ended. Well, it technically ended a few years ago, but I've managed to escape every single human enforcer. The Cruhex thought they were above the measly task of rounding up humans themselves, so they just trained men and hired mercenaries, sometimes from other alien races, to acquire the "goods" for them. Earth was already struggling when the Cruhex appeared and announced they were our new masters. No joke—I saw the broadcast of the announcement, but everyone was already in survival mode, so nobody gave two shits who they were, and we just kept living. After four world wars, a huge birth decline, and a lack of jobs, housing, and food, even God could announce His return, and nobody would care. The only thing most humans care about is money and, obviously, the power to crush those who are struggling. It seems my race isn't so different from the Cruhex.

The Cruhex were like wrinkles—they came slowly over time, just like the changes they brought. Subtle. Stealthy. Even though, like wrinkles and age, the signs of change were there. We once lived in the illusion that we were free, that we were meant to follow a dream. We were all delusional, manipulated by our own survival instinct. Some humans saw the raw truth, and they were the first to pay the price. Before the invasion, people became too aware of how the political parties and any sort of government power were contributing to the demise of humanity. They were giving us less freedom each year, stripping away our rights, and even controlling how we gained knowledge. A large part of the population started cutting the government out of their lives. They purchased land, grew their own crops, and gained unlimited knowledge to pass down to future generations. They were also the ones who suffered the Cruhex's wrath. Everyone thought the government was becoming too aggressive towards those who decided to live off the grid—burning their crops, changing laws without proper political process, and increasing taxes. They were imprisoning men and shipping women and children to concentration camps. It smelled like WWII all over again. It smelled like the Cruhex sneaking in.

One day, they gave an ultimatum: all who were homeless must enter a concentration camp with a three-year "contract" that stated that anyone stationed there had three years to prove they were a valuable member of society. If, after three years, you hadn't proven yourself worthy, you would be killed publicly in the plaza. Obviously, this law was only enforced on men, another magnificent idea of the Cruhex. Time passed, and the human government just became representatives of the Cruhex. You may be wondering, what about the women and children? Well, once a child was born, they became Cruhex property, and those born before their leadership would be taken from their parents and sent to Cruhex boarding schools where the Cruhex decided what to do with them.

Now, females once again had the short end of the stick—a fucking shitty stick, too. The Cruhex are primarily a male race. Their past shitty actions, which I don't care about or want to learn about, caused fertility issues. They experimented with human females, and it turns out they just needed to tweak our bodies a bit, and boom! Baby aliens were available. Any female born after the invasion would go directly to the breeding lab. The younger, the better, because it's easier to tweak their genes. After the tweak, the infant is sent to foster homes until they turn twenty-one. Females born before the Cruhex, and those who are fully developed, are taken to the lab at the age of twenty-one. They imprison us in concentration camps where they harvest our eggs, and we're also available for traditional baby-making. Once our bodies no longer produce offspring, we can become nannies or pleasure dolls. We don't get to choose. The Cruhex will tell us what we're going to do. Women with no "value" are killed because, in their eyes, what value does a woman have if she can't birth or produce eggs? That's why I find myself crouching behind a rock at the beach, about to pee my pants—because my life is valuable, and fuck them if they think they control me or my body. And there's also the fact that my period is irregular, and my genes aren't the best.

How do I know all this? We're forced to carry a chip under our skin that keeps tabs on our locations and current health records. If the chip detects something abnormal going on in our bodies that might affect our fertility, it beeps like crazy, and the enforcers come to take you to the lab. If the chip's readings determine you're useless, then you die. I never thought highly of myself and was resigned to the outcome of my future, but holy macaroni! When the chip started beeping, I became "The Shit." It's all a blur of how I did it, but I did it. I ripped that chip out of my arm. Blood was everywhere, and searing pain covered my body. Sadly, I almost killed the family cat when I forced it to swallow the chip. The spirit of Peter Parker must have possessed me when I threw myself out the window and ran away. Flash had nothing on me when that fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. My eyes opened to reality, and conformity was no longer part of it. I will not bow, bend, or be a pretzel for anyone. From then on, my life has been a Die Hard movie.

I know my days are numbered. I just blew up a fertility egg transporter. I just killed the future of thousands of Cruhex. The rebel group I belong to had put a GPS on the transporter, and it was supposed to pass near the festival, so we disguised ourselves and blew the shit up. What we didn't count on was having an enforcer nearby. Usually, these transporters don't have security with them. The Cruhex are so arrogant that they believe no one will dare defy them. But our activities have them raising a brow, so this transporter was secured. I was the one entrusted to place the bomb because I'm short, and in disguise, I could pass as a female child, so no one would pay attention to me. Females are Cruhex property, so we've become invisible to our own kind.

"Fuck! We lost her," said an enforcer.

"Could you identify her at least?" asked the other one.

"No, I couldn't. My scanner might be broken, or she has no chip. It's probably the latter because I could scan every female at that festival."

"Shit! This has rebels written all over it. We're gonna get hanged by the balls. This is the fifth transporter they've destroyed."

"How can they stoop so low? They're recruiting children now to do their dirty work."

"She wasn't a kid, just short. I saw her clearly when she gave me the finger while running away," the enforcer chuckled. "She's going to give the Cruhex a hard time."

"You know who the Cruhex are going to give a tough time to? Us, for failing. So, stop laughing and let's get the hell out of here. I hate sand."