"Wake up!"
My mind was in a confused, and petrified state. Reluctantly, I opened my ruddy eyes and looked at the boy, Peter Watson look at his tablet blanketed by pure fear.
"What is it?" I mouthed with much sluggishness.
He leaned closer to me, his eyes still on the phone. "I want you to watch this, and when you watch this, please, promise me to remain calm, and don't do anything stupid alright?"
I nodded unsurely.
I noticed the panic which he very much tried to engulf.
Then he tilted the tablet for me to see.
A recorded video.
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On the screen, I saw her, my evil twin sitting on a glass chair smiling awkwardly.
"Dear citizens of Manchester," she purred evilly. "Tomorrow is the big day where everything will rupture into our pleasure, and peace and fortune will lie beneath our elbows. Tomorrow... is the day that all will be well with us, all of us, I can assure you.
"Tomorrow, you will all witness the fall of our Manchester's Reciprocate, and all will bow to our glory and fame for we are the victors and the true warriors who need to emblazon our power upon the reciprocate worlds..."
She was silent, and I looked momentarily at Peter, who stood still, looking back at me.
"Now," she went on easily. "Tomorrow, at 12:00 a.m. you will all arrive, and whoever comes late, will be shot dead for lack of patriotism. While we will be gone, officers will track down every civilian whether they are hiding or not, and shoot them in the head for this is a law, and a law holds an area of jurisdiction from complete, anarchy.
"And now, finally, I urge you to attend it because, tomorrow, there will be the appetizer. One of you will be picked from the group and will be told to shoot one of the people who will stand before the podium in the forehead, and kill them.
"Therefore, I urge you to come, and to come in plenty. Come with all your identification agents."
The video flickered off, and Watson took the tablet.
"Wow, that's messed up," I said. "How could she kill everyone left behind?"
"That's not the case, Rose," he said. "Don't you understand her plot? She is amassing fear, making good guys turn up so that she can capture them and murder them before everybody. She can go to any lengths such that if we have a rebellion, she will have everybody on her sight killed, both good and bad, and we cannot risk any of that."
"But those are evil people; and the wages of sin is death," I said.
"Rose," Peter asked earnestly. "Haven't you ever learned that a hero isn't supposed to kill for pleasure? A hero isn't supposed to act as the villain, but to act out of the good that is in him or her. Killing the bad guy makes you a bad guy. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said.
"And that's why we cannot have the rebellion, not tomorrow."
My throat went dry. "Wait, what?"
"The rebellion is dead; you- you just have to get over it."
"Get over it? But good people will die, can you allow them to slip off like that? Can you allow all this work we've put into destroying my evil twin to go to waste, just like that?"
His head drooped with sorrow. "You have to accept the consequences as they are. Going out there is a catalyst of death. People will die. Everything will explode into defeat."
"Look, Peter," I quickly said. "I am the heart of the rebellion. I know how it feels like by now. All the pressure, all the problems. I get it, this a dilemma that can be easily erased but now is not the time to give up. If we won't act, billions will die in the war tomorrow. Your technology is much more advanced than ours. It sounds more 'negro' than ours. And it will all be your fault, and the guilt will fall onto your shoulders. Do you want that to happen?"
He looked up, saying nothing.
"I asked you a question, Pete. Do you want that to happen."
"No," he said sternly.
"So go and tell Boomslang and the others that the rebellion is still on."
Just then, the door went open. It was Boomslang, and he looked more frightened than Peter was. "I have more bad news for you."
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The Wild Revolver (Under Editing)
Science FictionMy name is Rose. I was used to the life of having to be reading novels and being a destroyer of everything. My life drastically changed one day when a man came and knocked on my window. He told me we had to save the world. He told me that if we...
