I sit on my bed as the watch beeps. 15 Minutes Until Graham Scott's Hour. I'm in foreign clothing. Black suit with a red tie. The appropriate colors of The Hour. I should be outside with our whole neighborhood. Children line the streets throwing flowers of different assorts. There is music and dancing and who sits upon a high thrown is my father. Once the hour starts, The virus start to sickle into the blood cells. This is when my father will make a speech.
I am not outside because my father gave me something to read. I look at the paper and feel its texture. We do not use paper, We use tablets. I look at the date of the letter. Twenty years have past since my father wrote this.
If you're reading this it should be my time. There is something that I have been hiding from you. When you were born, Your mother and I payed off the doctors to not implant you with the chip. We did this to keep you safe. President Aslex is planning to use those chips for his own good. He wants to start a war with Argentis. Under my bed should be a weapon. A gun. You might need it when the time comes. Goodbye, Trent.
I stare at the note. Argentis? We only learn about that in History. It is the other half of the body of land that was once America.
I walk towords my fathers room and look under his bed. I find a wooden box containing a Vortex 45. A gun that is famous for its use in the police department. I hold it tight and try to aim at the wall. I put it to my waistband and conceal it with my suit jacket. I turn the nob of the door and breathe. I open the door and walk outside greated by friendly neighbors. I shoot a glance at my mother and my sister. That is when I hear the piercing scream and the gunfire go off.
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EDIT! This story is currently on hiatus (a pause) I will be working on a new story in the time being.
Thanks -obeylyf
