LET THERE BE PEACE

4- A New Start or A Grand Conclusion?

PR22 POV:
The note reads the following..
"Dear PR22,
I have started to plan out the sacrificial ritual, which, as you are more likely aware, is tomorrow. It has taken a long time to choose who is up to be sacrificed and have their soul sent to eternal peace, and that person will be you. I don't tell the people who this ritual will be played upon, but I felt some sort of..pity for you. You are extremely young, only 14 years of life. Still, we've had younger. I still do not send these letters to the people this ritual will happen to, very rarely, actually. Consider yourself lucky you've been warned. Prepare for the morrow.

-Mx Plink Trakefield."

My body becomes tense of both suprise and fear after I read the note. I always had looked up to Plink Trakefield, and now I will be met with death at the hands of the person I looked up to. I scrunch up the note. My eyes start to tear up as I rip the paper into two, then four, then six, then eight..

Why is this happening to ME? As far as I've been informed, there's thousands of people here. Don't misread my words, I find it an honour to be the one to give power to our Saviour. However, my friends, people I have trusted have been up on the stage at night, tied up with torches lighting the area up. I have seen the fear in their eyes. I have heard their screams of pure agony and horror, watching their flesh get ripped out of them, knowing they will not see the next day. I miss them. I miss PR14. He was a victim. I made a promise to him, that I would become a scientist. That's what he wanted to do, so we thought we would both be able to work the occupation we longed for.

I guess not.

No. I refuse. I will not die today, tomorrow, or the day after. The warmth and colour that was outside earlier is now replaced with cold winds and a large area of darkness. Nobody would see me escape.. would they.? I look to the chair that is usually where our caretaker watches us, it is empty. This is my chance!

I stand up. A few people turn their heads to look at me, then go back to whatever they were previously doing. I walk backwards, until my spine is against the wall. Then, I run. I run to the window and I charge at it. My body shatters the window, causing me to fall through it. I land onto the grass with a thud, but do not worry, I am alright! The window however doesn't seem to be. I luckily have only gotten a few scratches, maybe a bruise. The shards of glass don't affect me too much. I see people staring at me in surprise and fear, and I then realise I should run before my caretaker comes back and gives me an earlier expiration date.

I run into the distance at a high speed, not even looking behind me. The darkness and cold breeze has no effect on me whatsoever, nothing can stop me! I run past tall trees that tower over some buildings, I run through the tall grass that would eventually grow to be over my my bottom half. By now, my legs are sore. I'm cold and exhausted. What does the world look like.? Is there anybody outside of this hell.. maybe a new paradise awaits me.

Will they come looking for me?