Short Stories

Population Decline (Niall Centric)

I'm re-writing Population Decline but this time in a Short Story. This will be done in parts if you guys do like Part One.

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I ran, I ran for my fucking life. Pushing past the many other frantic people as they rushed away from the army and police, guns raised, tazors set to high voltage.

All because we were Irish.

A fairly strong man from behind me tanked his way through, making me fall hard on my face. I winced in pain, looking up to see the man not even glancing down at me as he ran down the street but just a few seconds later was taken down by a spray of gunshots... Or were they sleep darts?
But beyond the man I saw the four men I was desperately looking for, all looking around frantically... Searching for me, Paul, and some of the other body guards that happened to be Irish.
"Louis!" I screamed, seeing the Doncastor lad look my way, he instantly ran towards me, calling my name as he picked up his speed. Zayn, Liam and Harry were right behind him.
I screamed as a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me off the concrete road and throwing my onto their shoulder, their armor dug into my neck.
I kicked.
I screamed.
I pounded my fist and scratched at the mans back, it would surly leave bruises and bleeding scabs if he wasn't wearing such thick armor.
"Don't fucking touch him!" A yell of rage came from behind me that had the slur of a Bradford accent, I looked up, the man holding me turning around and running the opposite way where the boys were. "Help me please!" I screamed as the man reached a police car, throwing me stomach first onto the hood and cuffing me.
I thrashed around, kicking and squealing at how careless this man was being with me.
The heel of my show suddenly hit against something, the man crying out. "Fuckin' cunt!" The man slurred and then pulled me up, turning me around sharply and smacking me hard against the cheek.
"STOP!" I screamed, looking over to see that now Louis, Liam, Zayn and Harry were being held back by three army men, all of them with machine guns pointing at them, yelling at them to get back.
"STOP, DON'T FUCKIN HURT THEM!!!!" I screamed and tried to rip my wrists away from the mans grip as he dragged me towards the back of the police car.

But it was too late, as Liam ran towards me, taking my life in his hands instead of his, rushing with full speed towards me but he only got a few steps as the closest army man hit him in the back of the head with the butt of their machine gun.
And as Liam fell limp onto the ground, the rest of the boys got all rilled up. Zayn even punching one of the army men running towards Liam.
But the men were trained, taking down Zayn with a tazor, Louis with a good punch to his temple with an instant knock-out. And Harry was already at Liam, and it was heartbreaking to see tears falling down Harry's cheeks, moving at the curves of his dimples as he cried and held Liam's bleeding head. But he only lasted a second as one of the army men came up from behind him and him with the butt of the machine gun.

Harry fell limp against Liam.

Now all of my best mates were down, Paul and the other security guards probably in the same state I'm in.
Because we were fucking Irish.

I can't struggle anymore, my body going limp against the evil man, and I don't care if he was just doing his job, the army and policemen's job is to protect people, not kill, electrocute of beat them to death.
The man seemed to just drag me to the back of the car, opening the door and just throwing me into the backseat, slamming the door shut and walking to the other side and then getting in and turning on the engine.
Driving off, farther away from the four men that tried so desperately to save me.

Is there something wrong with us?
Are the Irish stupid and worthless or something?
All the prime minister of England told us was that "this was for the better" and "Ireland was a country that wasn't as developed as the others" and that we needed to go.
Does go mean "extinct?" The whole Irish race erased from this earth?!
The only thing I caught before people started to get rilled up was "the Irish race will be experimented on until we have nothing but cures, hypothesis's, and answers to all of the diseases, mysteries and unanswered questions."

Are we the governments little lab rats now?!
Because we are just made from Irish blood?
I guess we are worthless to the human race now...


I glare at the back of the police mans head, blinking back the tears and erasing my thoughts from my mangled mind.
Closing my eyes, and just letting the sobs come, letting my tears flow down my cheeks.
I don't know what their going to do to me... But I'm scared that whenever and if I ever get out of this unexplained mess... What will I look and feel like?

Or-dear god-will I even be alive?



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A.N:

Hopefully you guys liked Part One and please comment and tell me if you want a Part Two of this.

(I am halfway through Prompt Two of the Zianourry prompt and Break Through, I literally only have a paragraph left until I'm done the next chapter of Break Through so whoever is reading that story there will be an update very soon.)