One Month~ Dolan twins and more Fanfic

One- Facility

Lexi's POV

"Everyone in this room should be nineteen or twenty years old. If you are not, please exit now."

The cold, isolated room, full of metal chairs, filled with whispers.

"Alright, we will begin then."

A hush fell over the chamber as he began to speak. The man in the gray suit stepped up to the podium, which was next to a wooden table with many stacks of white paper in neat piles.

"You have now come to the age that you are to take responsibility with your upper class duties as you live here in West Covina. As most, or I hope all, of you know, there is one month in every 4 years, where the younger, upper class of society, you, are assigned a lower class society citizen and must execute them. We have to keep the population under 100,000. Currently, the population of West Covina is sitting at 108,484. There are 4,062 of you here, therefore the other 4,422 that need to be eliminated will be assigned to the remaining upper class, in the twenty through twenty-three age group, and the twenty-four through twenty-seven age group. This time, we have also included the twenty-eight and twenty-nine year old group, which we normally don't need; normally we don't exceed our population limit by this much. When I am finished here, you will stay seated until you receive your paper. It will have your name on it, the cell where your assigned lower class citizen is located if they are contained, and if they are not, the address where you can find them. The rules: you must execute your assignment by the last day of the month at 12:00 pm. I suggest you do this before then, as it will be easier to just get it done with. You can execute them any way you have to. If it comes to the last day of the month after 12:00pm, we will execute your assignment and you. You have one month to do this, beginning now." He stepped away from the podium and voices overflowed throughout everyone.

"I think this whole thing is crazy." I said to my friend Sam, who was sitting on my right.

"I agree with you completely. It's like the Hunger Games." She said, adjusting the paper numbered "#1873" that was pinned onto her t-shirt. The number on you matched the number on your paper, so the people handing out the papers can identify us. I was #2580.

"And why is there even a population 'limit'? Then they expect teenagers to just go kill them off so we have a nice number? It's messed up." I said, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard metal chairs we were sitting on. An older woman with gray- almost black hair- walked towards me, dropping a faded white paper in my lap.

"Thanks." I said. She smiled sympathetically at me, before moving on to the next person. I picked up the paper and examined what it said:

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Identity: #2580  ||  Age: 19  ||  Name: Lexi J. Raiden 

Assignment: Kian R. Lawley

Age of Assignment: 21 years of age   ||   DOB: September 2, 1995

Located in: Facility   ||   Cell number (if applicable): 78

Meeting room (if interested) : Room 12 at 4:05 pm [for 15 minutes]

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I pulled my phone out of my pocket. The time read 3:58 pm. I was about to put my phone back into the pocket of my sweatshirt when it started to vibrate.

The word'Dad' appeared on the screen. I accepted the call, pressing my phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello Lexi." 

"What's up?"

"I want you to meet your assignment before you leave."