Project X

Project X

June 7th 2053

Clutching the papers in my shaking hands, I run into the forest ; the sounds of gunshots, screams and explosions roar behind me, the Blue Soldiers fighting our Freedom Fighters.

Everything had gone to plan.

I had the papers.

This changes everything.

Papa and Michael died in the train accident -I had been the only survivor. For 3 months, I thought their murder was commited as a warning to the people of our village : we have to obey the orders of the Blue Soldiers, as the World Motto states,

'Disobeying an order from the Blue Soldiers is like a physical blow to the Tisroc's heart.'

Now I know better - they were killed to stop Papa fighting with the Freedom Fighters. Me and Michael were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. We all should have died that night.

But I escaped. 

I survived.

Those 3 months will forever be etched in my mind until the day I die : the dark, suicidal thoughts that snaked their way into my mind, like a cunning viper ; the cuts on my arms, because there was no other way to release the pain, the refusal to eat anything for days on end, because what was the point?

I died when Papa and Michael did, on the Night of 'The Thousand Stars' 3 months ago.

That was, until that snowy November evening, when Mama turned up on my doorstep, unravelling the secrets of Papa's life.

She told me, in the flickering candlelight, that she was part of a rebel group, who strived to find the truth about the events of the year 2020, expose the Tisroc for who he was, and bring equality and justice to the world.

I laughed in her face.

She was deluded : how could my Papa, sweet, innocent Papa, be involved with such treason? It was totally barbaric.

But then, it all changed.

She turned her head to the side, and folded over her ear : on the skin behind her ear, was a small tattoo of a crescent moon.

It was at that moment, I realised the truth to her words - Papa had a tattoo, identical to hers, in the same place and position behind her right ear.

The bomb that killed Papa was placed by the Blue Guards - they found out about Papa's true intentions, and killed him before he could get away. That thought alone made my blood boil - Papa was only trying to restore peace in the World. He was the kindest person I knew.

Mama asked me to join their fight. She said I had a right to avenge my father.

I said yes.

2 weeks later, I was on a plane to Russia, and a day later, I arrived at the training camp.

They taught me how to shoot, how to use a sword. They taught me how to fight with my bare fists, how to shoot without killing. I was taught how to disable a grenade, how to throw off someone bigger than me.

I learnt how to lie through my front two teeth.

Aside from the physical training, me and others my age were taught History and Politics. We were taught about the year 2020 from a living survivor, who was hunted by the Tsiroc. We learnt about the Virus that killed ⅓ of the world's population, the damage done to the planet over many centuries. We learnt about the corrupt leaders of the time, all battling for power and land. We learnt about the tyranny, the Civil Wars, the leaders killing their own people. We learnt about the protests and rebellion against the police, due to the racism towards the black citizens of the former country America. We learnt about 'White privileges', and the racism towards anyone of a different faith or colour. We learnt about the people suffering in Yemen, Palestine, Syria, India and China, and how the rest of the world turned their backs on them.

We learnt about the War.

The War in 2022 had been brewing for some time. There was tension between the countries. It was only a matter of time, before someone snapped. America sent the bombs first - they rained down upon the countries like rain, and killed millions of people. After America, it was every country for themselves - bombs were sent from every direction, and there was chaos and havoc in the World.

Emergency bunkers and underground safes were hastily made, to try and save as many innocent civilians as possible.

By the end of 2024, half the World's population was dead.

The people that survived tried to piece back the world, but there was too much damage. The planet was dying, the people were dead. And in those moments of desperation and depression, the Tisroc arose.

Now, 29 years later, we freedom fighters fight to keep peace in the World, and stamp out racism, injustice and tyranny. We fight for the truth ; we fight for justice.

These papers in my hands change everything.

It's time for the revolution.

It's time for Project X.