Imprisoned

Chapter 1: I've Had Enough

I struggled to get away from the Enforsees as they aggressively pulled my arms behind my back and tightly rapped an itchy rope around my wrists. They pulled it so tightly I felt my hands turning blue while they tied some sort of advanced army knot which secured the rope so well, I bet they couldn't even have untied it if they had to. They never would have to anyways, after all, why would they free a raging rebel.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
I turn fifteen in August and I live in one of the poorest and powerless countries in the world, the United States. Few were left after we lost the nuclear war we had started around one hundred years ago to overpower Russia. The year is 3016 and we've drowned deep in the pool of debt. As a result, there isn't enough food, shelter, or money to go around. The solution is simple, if you have money don't share and if you don't, you're on your own........Well not if you're employed. The only ones who can legally get employed are the ones who went to collage. There were only so many jobs and they should only be given to those who "deserved them" .The rest of us are flat broke, like my gang . The only way you got things were to fight for them. After a while people made it a game. Every gang had a status based on items won. Our gang was at the top, we were GW, we lived under the George Washington Bridge. The losers would move down a place and the winners would move up. Other than this, there were no rules. Do whatever it takes to survive and whatever it takes to win. The Richies and the Employees found this very entertaining so they would drop in a few items to cause gang battles. Then the game got out of hand. The government made makeshift arenas to host these cruel games in the center of town. Individuals would fight each other for weapons to use in the big gang fights. In my last fight I won a crossbow. It was my turn to fight individually again. All I'd done in my life was fight. My parents were dead and I was an only child. I was raised by the gang. I'd had enough.
I was hungry to kill. I walked into the area with my crossbow held at my side. When instructed I raised my weapon. "Fire!" Shouted the announcer, so I did. I aimed my bow and fired, my bow penetrated right through the announcers chest. Enforcees came rushing in as the announcer's limp body collapsed onto the floor, I'd proved my point.