Rebellion

My fingers curl around the cold grey bars of my prison as I stand up. 28 days have passed since I last saw the sun, 672 hours since I last talked to a creature of my own species. 2,419,200 seconds have passed since I was last treated like a human being, but rather a breathing filthy thing with extentions they call limbs. My deep green eyes have adjusted to the darkness and my fingertips jumped into action, feeling every inch of the pitch black cell, searching for an escape. But what is an escape in such world; everywhere you run, they will catch you and force you to your knees so they could listen to your pleads, asking for mercy while they laugh, like your tears were jokes and your trembling body was a funny gesture.

Little did they know about me; that I never give up. They have forced every person walking on this land to give up two organs of their bodies, as they always say, 'for the greater good, we must sacrifice'. Some say they use these organs to build a castle out of people's flesh, so that the later generations will look up to it and realise how powerful their ruler is and get down on their knees and surrender. Others say that the Great One uses them to make his meals, as human flesh is the tastiest and sweetest of all meat.

No one knows the truth, but I was one of a stubborn mind, and 28 days ago, I snuck into his mansion. I knew everything; I knew the answers to all the whys and I did something else; I killed his daughter using a dagger, with my own hands, right in front of his eyes. 28 days ago I took a life, and there wasn't a drop of guilt in my whole body. I felt proud and if I had to make this choice again, I would pick the same one, over and over again. All i regret is that I made her death a quick one. I should've pulled her heart out with my own bare hands, like they did to my father; I should've cut open her abdomen and snatched her liver away from her body like they did to my mother. They did it all, in front of my own eyes, never allowing me to scream or even cry. They said they would crack open my skull and cut small pieces of my brain while I am awake, all to watch it and scream in pain. So I kept my mouth shut and forced my eyes to stay dry as a desert as I watched my parents being butchered, and all they said during it all, through the screams and blood and pain, only one word. Fight.

I held onto that for long years, nightmares of my parents being slaughtered have visited me every night for as long as I can remember.

I pick up the nail I have extracted from the layers and layers of concrete in the walls, digging for it until my fingers bled and my nails broke in half. I hadn't cried once. I hadn't begged for mercy ever. They kept me here until the 'big day' when they will skin me alive and remove every organ, one by one, leaving my heart and brain last. I chuckle to myself, they're funny when they try to be evil and scary. I squint my eyes in the darkness, trying to sharpen my vision, and observe the hole in the wall I've made using that long nail.

Only a few more inches.

I dig and dig until a negligible ray of light strikes the corner of my eye.

There.

With one last blow, the concrete wall breaks and air rushes into my lungs and the heat and warmth of the sun burns my skin and the light, brighter than I have ever seen, blinds my eyes.

Freedom.

This single word echoes in my thoughts but I whisper to myself, not yet.

I jump, landing roughly on the ground, cracking an ankle in the process. Tears of pain gather in my eyes, but I swallow them back. I got to be strong.

I run, dragging my left foot, but I still manage to run. I hear the pounding of my feet for hours and I feel them burn but I never stop. I never stop.

I pass the forest, seperating the capital city from the prison. I swim through the river as I fight for my breath in the water, until the high buildings of the city come in view. Finally.

I run through dark alleys, in attempt to stay hidden from the guards walking in every street, guns strapped to their waists.

Many of you will expect me to head home but I don't. I have no one to run to. I had no one left. They took everything from me and I am going to destroy the only thing they have.

I stop at the back of Michael's house, my childhood friend, who watched me suffer through the nights and held me tightly in his arms.

Now..

I put two fingers in my mouth and blow as hard as i could. The whistle comes out loud and clear, just as I have intended.

A few minutes later, civilians stand in front of the red house, all with angry faces.

I walk up to the front until I come into view. I spot Michael a few feet away, his eyes hard and determined. The time has come.

"Citizens of Itanuan! The day has come! The day when we fight for every of our loved ones and our rights. This is our chance. We are what keeps that city standing and we are what is going to put it down to ruins. Today, we will kill and will get killed, but also today, we will avenge our pain. Today, Kellerson as known as the Great One, will bleed as he watches us take away his life, like he has taken ours!" I scream to the crowd at the top of my lungs and receive an ear-piercing roar in response.

Yes.

I hold my gun tightly in my hands and run, toward the huge white mansion, rebels behind me.

I run and watch the guards take out their weapons.

Fight.

Yes Dad. Yes Mom. I will. I will.

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