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the wildflower

the wildflower

"the only way to deal with an  unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your existence is an act of rebellion. "

-  Albert Campus

ira's point of view :

hatred filled my veins, pumped it like a deadly fuel around my vital body systems, encouraging me. the ragged brick, from an old building that stood in the 2000's, had felt heavy in my hand and the gun, safe in its holster, a weight at my hip. but now, now i had seen it for myself, everything changed. i tossed it easily at the nearest house, hearing the retched crash as the glass rained down in a flurry of sparkled lights inside. lights in the top floor lit up as the owners woke and i strode away. the breaking glass had set off the curfew bell that was installed in every street in this damned place. i'd forgotten, momentarily, about the bell and the noise. the screech that dug into my brain bringing back the memories had thought i locked away. the scene before my eyes changed in one so horrific, i felt my stomach churn as it had done all those years ago as i remembered my mother's kind, smiling face and how that bell had taken the stars from her eyes and the life from her soul.

circe's point of view :

i bolt up out of my bed at the sound of the curfew bell. 'it must be the rioters again,' i thought as i swung my legs out of bed and padded softly to the window. if my father caught me watching them, he'd disown me for sure. i leant my elbows on the glossed sill and watched as the thin figures ran about, yelling, pumping their fists in the air, falling to the ground as our security guards fought them back from our estate. the small square outside my house, under the tree and the curfew bell, stood a young boy, not much older than myself. i watched as he seized up and fell limply to the ground, convulsing on the hot, burnt ground. that was it. there was something about him that made me want to help. i pulled on leather pants over my short and threw on my combat boots and army jacket. all forbidden clothing i owned but i liked to hunt so a disguise was necessary. i ran out into the street, pausing near my gate. but they seemed to have left him behind, the security was clearing up glass and rubble and putting out fires. i ran lightly, and crouched beside him. up close, i could see he was very handsome, thin and a sported very chiseled features. i pulled him up from under the armpits, he was light but tall so i struggled but i managed to sneak halfway across the road before everyone came out their houses to discuss meetings and committees. i resulted to dragging him, gripping his forearms, i pulled him into our wood shed. It wasn't in use because it was summer and it hardly ever got cold anymore. i tucked him up in a tarpaulin sheet and sat watching his face twitch and change, his eyebrows furrowing and lifting. i heard my name being yelled from the house and it broke the silent, one way spell and i left him there.