Short Stories Collection

Corrupt

This is a very much unedited thing that I wrote 1+ years ago. Apologies for unnecessary commas and annoying tense usage. It's not that bad, I swear.

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I don’t know exactly who I am… everything’s different now that I’ve been brought here. Though I cannot tell you where “here” is, I can explain my situation. You see, around one week ago I was kidnapped and told to kill someone. That’s when I realized that my anger was actually power, that I could kill without feeling any guilt.
 And that, is how I became an assassin- sometimes one person dying can make an impact on somebody else’s life so huge, that they change everything about themselves.

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“Kai, honey, can you please come down here for a moment?” My mother called from downstairs.

 “Depends on what you need,” I growled in reply.

 “I said, come here.”

 The sternness in her voice made me rethink my actions as I walked down the three flights of stairs that allows access to the top three floors and into the kitchen- where my mother and some middle-aged guy I didn’t know sat at the dining table, talking casually. Though they were careful to act cheerful in my presence, I could tell that they were stressed and upset by the lines on their faces. I was good at reading people like that, I guess.

 “And I’m guessing this would be your sin, Miss. Carry?” the man asked, standing up to shake my hand.

 I didn’t understand what he’d said- maybe he’d accidentally said sin instead of son and just didn’t realize it? Either way, I didn’t really feel very motivated to shake his hand.

 When he realized I didn’t want to shake his hand in greetings, he awkwardly laughed and sat down promptly, smiling at my mother as he said, “I see how he can be a sin. A fighter, not a lover.”

 “Yes, his attitude has always been a problem. Now, aren’t you here to take him away?” Mother asked, smiling at the strange man like he was a long-lost friend.

 “Mom? What- what’s happening? Who is this man! Mom!” I screamed as the man happily tore me away from my home, my only family left.

 The last thing I heard was my mother saying happily, “Finally, my sin is gone. I can be pure now.”

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 I still don’t understand what had happened, but things are starting to make some sense, I guess. You see, my kidnaper explained that I wasn’t meant to come into this world, but for some unknown reason, I did. . I’m said to be an alien from another universe, another dimension, even. I didn’t believe him, of course, because I had no special powers or was immortal like he said I was.

 I came from the earth, I aged like everyone else, and I was a son, not a sin. Whatever the heck that guy was thinking was messed up and incorrect, that much was obvious. There was something messed up about this guy… about everyone, even. Over the past week, athousand of kids, all boys, have been brought to this same place, all being labeled as “sins”.

 One thing that’s become a bad habit- talking to each and every person that comes in here to see what their story is. We all had something in common- we’d never met our fathers, and our mothers were brainwashed into thinking whatever that guy wanted them to think.

 All 1,004 of us are trying to figure out a way to stop this man and get out old lives back. This guy won’t allow us to leave this place, we were stuck, unless we find out a way to brainwash HIM.

We could always get that gun-thing that he has on his belt and use it on him… I’ve talked to enough of the boys to know that at least half of them have seen the man use it on their parents- which is probably what he has been using to brainwash them.

 Over the time I’ve been here I’ve been making the exact amount of teleportation and communication devices we'll need for when we’re ready to attack. I take out my device and press the communication button, speaking into the microphone and telling the others to get ready- the fight would come soon. Almost immediately I got all 1,004 replies.

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“What are you guys doing?” the man asked.

 “Simply taking our revenge out on you, of course.” We attacked.

 “Guard 1-100 surround the building,  take out anyone in your way- even if they’re our own troops.” orders went back and forth- either from one of the other five generals, or from myself.

 We were taking back our lives, no matter what.

 One of the boys made a lunge for his gun-thing, narrowly avoiding being shot by it. Great, now the guy was trying to brainwash us.

 Speaking into the communicator, I said, “Everyone teleport behind him… elite troops, teleport in front of him and attempt taking the gun-thing. Do so in three, two, one.” There was a loud “click” as all the boys pressed the teleport button with their destination in mind. The elite troops made it to the front while the rest of us, myself included, were behind the man and his army.

 While it may seem easy, around 500 against 1000, it wasn’t. Our troops were being picked off slowly but surely, with the memory-altering guns that the opposing side had. Around fifty of our troops were dead by now, and we’ve only been fighting for around ten minutes.

 I felt something hard hit my head, and I noticed that I was daydreaming again, what’d hit my head was one of the boys’ arms. I stopped my dreaming and moved forwards with a hit from my dagger, landing the weapon into the chest of one of the attacker’s chests. Satisfied that he was dead when blood began automatically pouring out of the wound and out of his mouth, I grabbed the altering gun and began shooting some of the other enemy attackers.

I’ve got around twenty of them now. I think we may win. I feel blood pour out of a wound around the top of my head. Fire laces through my head and neck. I don’t realize what's happening until I crash to the ground and the world around me goes black.