Magic and Other Ways to Incite Rebellion

Chapter 5

OMG A NEW CHAPTER THat I'm going to not like (UPDATE: I don't [because I wrote it too sassy I was really tired I still am and you are going to deal with it because I'm posting this chapter regardless of whatever and I'm tired of writing this chapter so far because it's being one of those chapters and there's something I'm trying to get to and also this will probably be a long chapter and okay I wasted 2 minutes so imma write now its been more than a day c'mon, myself, step up (your? My?) game, gosh...]) and there's not much to say. 

::Edited again again::

(Btw I am in fact American raised and American English was my first language, but I do this thing where I add random e's to the end of words and add u's to words like colour so I'm sorry if you see that and it irritates you.)

The birds were either quiet or gone. The sun only just peeked over the tall edifices made of rusty iron and musty, mouldy cement. Smog shrouded what little light escaped the horizon, dimming the gleam of the silent newborn day. Even the noise of traffic was absent. The one pair of eyes in the room still were not open. Hours slipped by until finally Daniella very gracefully plunged off the edge of her bed and accidentally woke up.

Thump.

When she finally was oriented and uprighted herself, Daniella became aware of multiple things.

One- The sun, however dim and dreary, was high above her window. 

Two- It was Saturday.

Three- There was a Lock Down on Saturday.

Four-  Good Gandhi, the room was hot. Sweat pooled in her moist pores in a gross way that made Daniella cringe and wrinkle her nose. Discretely, she sniffed her top.

Lock Down Day was a day that The Order assigned every so often to- actually, it wasn't known what these days were used for, because no one questioned it. Maybe that's the reason for everything- a passive population beckons a totalitarian government, doesn't it?

By any manner, it came with a strict set of rules, as everything did. No one was allowed to leave their dwelling, for any purpose at all. All the doors to outside and windows were locked, you were confined to your residence, and for some obscure reason they also shut off the power. It was totally over kill- you couldn't even open the window for fresh air, or turn on the lights. It was like no one existed, there was no sign of life.

The only few who were allowed out were the Soldiers- and they had no dwelling. They lived in some secure facility that know one knew of- reminiscent of 'Area 59' pre- End Day, except no one spoke of it. No one knew whether it was in the city downtown, or hidden in the country hills, or even deep in a dry, sandy desert.

There were rumors that the Soldiers were not humans, but beasts, animals bred for the sole purpose of inducing fear. Genetic manipulation was something the Order was capable of. Another theory proposed that they were an inferior race of aliens, captured from their home planet and forced to fight the Order's battles. They were even pronounced high-tech robots created almost a century ago, during the Cold War, in case the communist Soviet Union decided to attack the free USA. What the US didn't know was that the Soviets wouldn't be those to cause their downfall and take total control of the world- It was the Order.

Some philosophized that of course the Soldiers weren't humans. Something capable of what they do is certainly not human.

Daniella didn't care who or what they were, but she knew whenever she saw them on the streets or watching her when she was out from the high rises above, her fingers tingled like a butterfly was testing out its new wings while stuck to her fingers, quivering with ticklish excitement and power as a newly freed insect, having fled their chrysalis penitentiary, and flit over her fingers. Her stomach would surge with that apprehensive sensation, like the one you get when you are unsure, uneasy- the prelude to the demon in a horror movie appearing in the mirror reflection. The tense, raw emotion of uncertainty. One knows that it's obviously not a kitten that's bruising them in their sleep- It's the suspense that gets them. Regardless, something was not right with those Soldiers.