Meg couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned for most of the night, and she hadn't even drifted off yet. This was probably because it was the early morning on the 21st of December, the beginning of the race. Government enforcements are going to be out soon, to retrieve the children they had marked. No one wanted to go. No one made it out alive, and if no one had before, she doubted she could either.
She opened her eyes to the luminescence of the digital clock on her bedside table, that read: 4:19. Time was ticking down, and she hadn't even slept. 'C'mon, Meg,' she chided herself mentally, 'You're not that special...'
She was, in fact, paranoid. Most children who came of age that year went by a code set by the ones before them. Party, Skull, Wild, and repeat. Classes were skipped, fires were set, houses were trashed, alcohol was drunk, and parties were held. Most of the children, if not all, put on a favorite outfit, so when they were broadcasted to the city, although no one would remember them, they could be looked upon as well put together; a good image as a death-wish.
Meg cracked one eye open, 4:25.
She choked on her breath. The time was coming. Suddenly she heard the front door slam open. Her sea green eyes widened in horror, as she stifled a loud scream . She lay, still as ever, shallow breaths the only thing audible, other than the heavy footsteps thudding toward her grandparent's room.
Whenever the government had taken away the children from their respective families, they took every memory of that child out of them, from their first-steps to their last meal at dinnertime together. This was all done to keep them from interfering with the program. After all the children were in custody, a gas is released through the entire city, erasing memories of them from their memory as well. All they knew was that they were gone, and probably dead.
THUD.....THUD....THUD
The sounds became louder as they approached her room. She silently prayed to whichever God that was up there, to please, take her out of this situation. 'Let this be the wrong house. Let me be the wrong girl.'
4:28
Meg closed her eyes, allowing everything to be still and silent, holding her breath, and closing her eyes tight. Her palpitating heart all she heard rattling her body.
4:29
She felt a gloved hand cover her mouth and stifle her long held scream, and hands tying her arms and legs, preventing her from escape. Her eyes pleadingly looked up at the face before her, the man's own eyes glistening.
"Please," she breathed.
4:30
"Megara...." A slow, nervous laugh, "Never heard of her."
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The R.A.C.E.
General FictionThe R.A.C.E. happens each year, on the 21st of December. A group of five teenagers had been selected by the government, and are extracted from their homes at 4:30 am. After that, no one remembers them, all they know is that they were gone, and proba...
