Glitch's Short Stories

A Prejudiced Arrest (Entry to @Rocknrebel44's contest)

WARNING: If you didn't read Rocknrebel44's "The Solider", please don't read this unless you want spoilers.

Well there won't be too many spoilers but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also this takes place in the same universe as the Moone Trilogy, meaning this takes place in Minecraft.

That's all bye

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I didn't know what Notch saw in me. But apparently, he sees something in me.

Notch's voice still echoed back on my head, even though that happened five years ago.

"I see potential inside you, Endellion. You must use it for the right side."

If I were ever to see Notch face to face, I will ask him questions. First, why would he call me by my full name? I'm gonna cry for every time someone calls me by my full name. What's wrong with Elly?

Secondly, I'm gonna ask him why he didn't go deeper than I expected.

Finally, what else does he see inside me? I'm just dead inside---

Whatever the answer, it surely is something that keeps me awake at night.

I'm insomniac, don't judge---

As I was walking on the streets of Bladville, navigating my way home, voices echoed. No, it is not the kind of voice inside me that is telling me what to do. Rather, I can hear almost a hundred people scream, though I do not exactly know what they were yelling about, apart from the fact that various stone buildings around me were vandalized---windows broken, signs dotted everywhere, businesses closed, a couple of buildings blazing on the horizon.

It just sort of reminded me why I wanted to move to Notch City, and not a city like Bladville where things such as protests were considered normal. Don't get me wrong, I lived here since I was born, but I do not know what exactly is happening, why do they protest. Why can't everyone be just friends and live with their daily lives and crack jokes?

I sighed. I will never understand politics. . . and hopefully never will.

I continued navigating my way through the city as people around me rushed around carrying signs and throwing eggs. I did not want to read the signs, but apparently they were yelling that the mayor won the elections unfairly and that they wanted re-election. But like the mayor seems alright. . . Why would people be dumb enough to stage a protest about something that has already happened? Can people please move on?

Or maybe because I'm too ignorant---

I snapped back to reality when someone pushed me to the ground. As I fell, I turned to the guy who pushed me, who just ran past me with a red banner, rushing towards wherever he was going.

"Nu! Say sorreh!" I yelled at him. He just ignored me, though. Sigh.

As I reached the intersection, that's when I saw men in black leather armor appear on the scene, holding glowing sticks (I don't know what they were enchanted with) acting as batons. The next thing I knew, they started smacking other people, causing them to fly at least three blocks back.

"Stay back!" demanded the men in black.

But the people who were rushing back and forth earlier ignored their warnings. Instead, they were throwing eggs against the police as a few chicks hatched from the broken eggs.

I ran away from the scene as soon as I heard the police yell arrest. I just wanted to go home, not seeing these buildings that look almost the same and this madness.

That is until I actually get into the madness when a guy behind me smacked and knocked me a few blocks before my face landed on the ground, soaring pain as soon as the rest of my body met the road.

"You're under arrest!"

"Nu! I dun do anything wrong!"

"Meh."

The officer then grabbed both of my hands and tried to force them close together. I wiggled, trying to get my hands free as I cried, "NUU!"

Then I found myself kicking him with my struggling legs, which caused him to get knocked off balance. I didn't know policemen were this clumsy.

But I took it as a chance to escape, and ran away. However, more policemen positioned in front of me and other people, so I couldn't really get past through them without risking arrest.

"Psst! Over here!" I heard someone call for attention.

I turned towards the direction of the noise and saw a boy with a black leather jacket with a light purple T-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and high brown boots, gesturing for me to come to the alley he was hiding in.

I ran towards him, and yet the back of my mind was not sure. I should be home at this point, but then I don't want to get arrested by the police. Heck, I don't even know why would they arrest an innocent girl who just wants to go home. As the chaos in the streets continued, I reached him.

"Do chu know what's happening out there?" I asked. That is probably not the type of question that you would ask a stranger with, but what else would you ask if you had no idea what was going on, when you're conflicted over which side of the argument you're in? Ask a stranger for credit card?

(I know credit cards don't exist in this world shut up)

"They're just no-lifers who wants to fight the mayor because he's too corrupt," he replied.

"Corrupt?"

He sighed as he muttered, "Where is Yuri when you need him. . ." Then he turned back to me, "I would explain to you, but I'm too lazy. Yuri would be better at explaining this."

My eyes gazed back to the chaos. I don't know why this is happening. I don't know what Notch saw in me and that I'll do something great. I don't know why this chaos existed. Hopefully, I'll know the answer to the first question but not to the second question.

"What's your name, by the way?" he asked.

"Call me Elly."

"Jazz."

Little did I know that this would become part of my nonexistent life later on---

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Wtf did I just write

^ I said that many times already lmao

Fun facts:

1) Writing in Elly's perspective is hard, guys. I'm used to writing the perspectives of someone who has been exposed to harsh reality. But in this case, Elly is innocent according to Rebel, and I had no idea how to write innocent perspectives.

2) Elly's characterization is hard as well. I may be funny, but I'm not funny all the time when it comes to writing, so that was a turn-off especially since she's fun, according to Rebel again. In the end, I just based Elly off of Gizzy (proven by em dashes and dialogue)

3) I wrote this at like midnight, a couple hours before the deadline. That just adds up to how terrible this is lmao

4) I wanted to make this a story about assassins and all that, but I had no time writing all those so

5) unicorns are real

1189 words.

That's it from me, everyone!

_Glitch