The Rebels

Chapter One: Picture Perfect

Picture Perfect

I stared out the window. The scene that was set out in front of me was once beautiful rolling hills that were always showered in sunlight. Sometimes birds would fly around in the sky and you would see a rare animal running along in the distance. It used to be picture perfect. Most of the time I would sit in this very chair and just watch nature do what it wanted to do. I would sit here whenever I needed to get away, whenever my parents went overboard.

My own little gateway away from my life.

Now it was ruined. All that was left behind were ashes and dead bodies from another rebel attack. Smoke rose from the ground, searing the sky, blocking the sun, to make even the sky look burnt to a crisp. Trees were destroyed, plants were burnt, and there wasn't a single animal in sight.

Fire was the rebels' favourite way of attacking. It was rare that they used anything else. I had no idea how they set fire to everything so quickly, but it was very affective for them.

It was my dream to fight the rebels, I always tried to convince Elliot to let me fight and prove myself. However no matter how much I trained or begged Elliot would always say no. He said I hadn't had enough training yet, which wasn't true. I had been training since Before I could remember. I was now 18. Definitely old enough. Definitely ready.

He most likely wanted to protect me as I was his replacement. When he died, I was to become him, take his place.

Then again, I should be happy he didn't let me out there. The rebels were supposed ruthless killers. Everyone was scared of them, no matter how much we wanted to deny it.

The fear was fueled by the horror stories out soldiers had told us. We had all see the wounds that they supported, and heard the cries during the attacks.

The Rebels always destroyed whatever part of The Gardens they attacked.

Almost always leaving them charred and blacked. The injured weren't any different. They almost never left any survivors, however no matter how hard they tried or how horrible they were, we always pushed them back before they reached the labs and hospitals that held the cure to The Illness.

They didn't agree with Elliot. They said that everyone should be given the cure. But Elliot was right, as always. You don't give everyone the cure, that's not how society works. That's not how this world works.

I had been raised to believe that, and certainly not to question it. I had been raised to follow blindly and be spineless. To be a perfect son.

Because of the Rebels disagreement with my father; Elliot. They would attack constantly and reletlessly. They created unnecessary deaths for both ends. that's what Elliot always said.

But it's not like they ever had a chance at beating Elliot's armies. He had thousands, they had hundreds. All their attacks were fruitless.

But the whole world knew they never would give up.

Elliot was smart, powerful, and a force not to be reckoned with. Elliot always said the Rebels held too much greed and that we were better off without them anyway. They would have nothing to give to The Gardens; therefore they would never fit in this new and improved society.

He was always a convincing man.

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"Jason? Jason!" A shrill harsh voice called from behind me, it reminded me of nails on a chalk board. I spun around to see who it was; however I already knew it was my mother, Chrissie. My mother was a harsh woman. She had sharp features and a pointed nose. I took in her appearance for the day; her blond hair was tied back in her usual firm style to make sure nothing fell out and became 'imperfect'. Her nice dress was ironed and sat perfectly on her small frame.

I really haven't seen her truly smile before. Only in front of a camera but then again it was cruel and fake, never reaching her eyes.
Her skin was a such a pale shade that she sometimes looked sick. My mother's eyes must be the scariest feature on her strict face. They were cold and a sharp green. They were constantly moving scanning everything; they were dead, like a hungry snake searching for its next victim. Most people were afraid of her.

"I've been searching everywhere! Your father needs to make another public appearance. You should be used to this by know. Haven't we raised you better than this? You need to be more responsible,"

"Yeah, I mean, yes I'm coming, I'll be there soon just-just hold on" I stuttered out when she finished her short rant. Her voice was always harsh, always scaring people, including me.

"You better. You need to start caring for yourself. Your father and I won't always be here to carry you around," she continued scanning me up and down her eyes judging me and taking in my whole appearance. After looking me straight in the eye once more, she lifted her chin and stalked out of the room leaving me shivering in my spot.

I looked out the window one last time, at the bare, cold, now gray landscape and followed my mother out of the room.

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Once I reached my mother and Elliot in the grand front hallway, they were both waiting there like I had kept them waiting for years instead of a mere minute.

"Finally, Jason. You know time is important and valuable. You must spend it wisely," Elliot preached, of course he would say that he's always right on time, never early and never late. Elliot and my mother believed that everything had to be perfect no matter what, and they succeeded.

That's what scared me, looking at Elliot today with his strong posture that radiated confidence and power; I don't know how I will ever fill in his spot. Everyone knew that once he passed away I would take his place. It would only make sense not only was I his son but I was also a spiting image of him. He had dirty blond hair that was constantly slicked back, I did too (however mine wasn't as willing to be pasted back like his). He had rugged, handsome, strong features; I had the younger version. He had broad shoulders, long legs, and strong muscles; I did as well. The only difference was our eyes. Elliot had intense grey eyes while my eyes were a mixture of his and my mother's; a light grayish green colour.

"When I step down from my leadership the public will want someone just as strong, and wise as me. So for the public's sake, for the world's sake, smarten up Jason, there is no room for errors."

"Yes, of course Elliot." I smiled in an apologetic way. I really hate disappointing him and my mother. I hated their glares and looks of disapproval. "I'll try better, I promise."

"Don't try, do. Now come quickly. The public is waiting."

A/N
Hey guys sorry for the short chapter I promise to try to make them longer, but I am new on watt pad and thought that I might give it a shot and post a story! Hope you all like it!
Sincerely Kaitlyn