"The following are the four wonderful children who have received the honor of being part in the selected;"
Hah. An honor? None of the selected have ever been heard from since their selection. Not even their own families know what happens to them.
I don't know if I can do this. I've never been selected before, but the possibility looms over me, waiting for its opportunity.
"Emilie Everton,"
Ok, I survived the first Selection, now I only have to get through three more.
"Ashton McPherely."
I can't focus on the names, just that two have already been selected. One boy, and one girl. That's not so bad... Now only two more.
"Vivian Evans,"
Another girl. That can only mean that the last Selected is a boy-
"Killian Jones."
What? No. This can't be happening. I look slowly to my brother, my only family. His face reddens. Tears are fighting their way out of my eyes. Threatening to come bursting out any second.
"Killian?" I squeak,
"Yes?"
"What happens now?"
He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know-"
I nearly have a heart attack as the door pretty much flies off the hinges... Is that supposed to happen?
Two men in thick black suits with the word 'ministry' printed on them in bold letters, enter through the shattered door frame. I can just see the thin outline of a gun hidden in the folds of the smaller one's jacket. Why would he need that..?
I'm still trying to pull my thoughts together... But it's kind of impossible to think right now. The smaller man reaches into his jacket and slowly aims the sleek black gun at me.
So here I am. Helpless. A murder weapon pointed at the side of my head. I don't know what to do... I can't scream for help or they'll surely shoot both of us.
No one speaks. The silence seems more fatal than the man's gun. After seemingly an eternity, the larger man speaks.
"You, Killian Jones, have been officially selected by the Minister himself.
"Congratulations."
What? Everything is a blur, all sound ceases, everything seems like it's in slow motion. As my broken world slowly comes back into focus, I realize why nobody heard from them. The selected. The gun. It all makes sense now. I try to warn him, tell him to run, but when I open my mouth, all I can manage is a small whimper as the thin black weapon is re-aimed. At Killian.
Everything goes dark, and the only sound is a quick gunshot, and
two
men
laughing.
