Chapter 19
The first arrivals charged the dangling feet in astonishment.
There was a chair lying on its side under the savage’s lifeless feet. They were
checking his pulse and yelling ‘Mr. Savage!’ ‘Mr. Savage?!’they reaped
franticly. In the panic a woman had quickly entered through the door, it was the
woman who had exited the helicopter the previous day and was very confused about
the savage’s action sprinting towards her in a frantic rage trying to end her
life. A rolled up piece of paper
had caught her eye on the whip by the door. She unraveled the squat paper
reading,
“I have gone to a better place In which is now my home. I would
like to think I had gone back to the reservation or even better, back in time.
Long before the 9 years war, before Ford when most of the world was similar to
the reservation. Here I am free, unlike where you stand reading this note. The
so-called perfect world of Community, Identity, and Stability is a blanket of
black mist covering a world that hypnotized people to make them think that they
are living to their maximum potential. Debating whether or not my act will
affect anybody or anything in your world, my secondary mission was to try to
make a change to help other citizens and make them think about their maximum
potential.
Sincerely, John
The woman quickly folded the note and put it into her pocket and
rushed out the door. As she was jetting down the lighthouse stairs one of the
shocked reporters had stopped her asking who she was. She turned around with a
blank stare; her left check obtained a tear that had slowly rolled out of her
left eye.
‘I would have stopped him’ she said in a faint quiet
voice.’
The reporter
walked down the stairs past her, the other three followed like nothing happened
she stood there surprised and astonished that they could just walk away like
everybody else in this world would, she was thinking of what John said about the
people no realizing their full potential in the letter. She stood on the stairs
for about another hour watching the helicopters swarm around the lighthouse like
bees around a honey box. As she watched the helicopters in front of the bright
sunset, time had seemed to of slowed down. She could not stop the insist of
herself thinking about john or the letter , ever sense she had found the not it
had felt like there was a lightning soft dark lightning bolt being plunged
deeper and deeper into her. It was a feeling she had never felt before. She
murmured to herself under her breath,
‘I need soma’ ‘It’s the only thing that can cure this emptiness
inside of me’
She arrived at her
house about noon and went through her cabinet searching for soma. As she reached
for the soma she remembered what john had said about the blanket that covers up
our potential. Her hand jolted before it reached the soma after the hesitation
she viscously grabbed the bottle of soma and through it in the trash. Although
she wanted to take soma, she did not because she referred back to john’s letter.
She then stormed to her bed and hurled herself onto the mattress climbing
underneath the covers trying to escape the feeling, snapshots of john where
spreading through her head like a wildfire. She grasped her head and yelled
‘Why is this happening!’
After 20 minutes she was asleep, she slept for a very long time,
dreaming and processing everything inside her mind. She had slept through her
work shift at the factory, without a confirmation the director had arrived at
her house. She was awakened by a comforting knock on the door.
‘Hello?’ she heard in a deep smooth voice ‘Hello, are you
feeling ok’?
She sat up in
shock ‘The Director!’ ‘How long have I been asleep?’ She asked herself. Quickly
she ran to the door opening it fast and jumped back at the look of the
director’s face. The directors face had looked like he had been beaten with tree
branches, he was breathing very hard as he leaped inside her room. She was
frantically asking him what had happened.
He stuttered ‘there was about six of
them’.
‘Of who?’ She
asked.
‘ Savages,’ the director screamed. ‘They all had whips! And were
yelling about john. They came to avenge his death. They were screaming of how
this world outside the reservation had pushed him to his end and that it has to
stop and this is how it shouldn’t be and that I will pay, that all of us will
pay, and’. . .
The girl stopped
the director’s frantic rambling, ‘It’s ok’ she said in a quiet voice as she
calmed him down. Moments later they herd vicious pounding on the
door.
It was the
savages, they were yelling under the door ‘Give him to us!’ ‘Hand him over or
you to will pay dearly’!
The director than
mumbled, ‘I’m sorry lenina, I never should have brought you into this
mess’.
No its ok I just
need you to call the police write away’ she
whispered.
The director
scrambled past her bed into the kitchen and began to call, as he was making the
call lenina tried to calm down the savages at the door but they knew the
director was in her house and continued to threaten to kill them both. They thin
herd sharp gun shots and scrambling outside the door. She dared herself to
glance through the peephole, only to find her gazing at a foggy splat of blood
that was covering the peephole. She started to open the door very slow and quite
the suspense building more and more the farther she opened the
door,
The moment was
shattered by a quick panicky yell coming from the crack in the door stating, ‘is
everybody ok in there?’
Lenina jumped at the sound, then blatantly stated “yes, yes we
are fine.”
The officer then
interred the door and saw the directors face and rushed towards him for medical
assistance. Lenina in shock sat her bed starring at the door. Moments later the
door opened with a creek. It was silent. The silence was interrupted by lenina’s
extremely fast heart rate. A bloody and then smacked onto the ground inside the
room. It seemed lifeless but then it grabbed the corner of the door and pulled
up a savage into the room. He was hard to understand with the blood coming from
his mouth and him gasping for air.
He was saying ‘You will pay’ ‘all will know of the resistance.’
His body then hit the ground like a bird hitting a window. As he
lay there lifeless she was thinking of what he had just said, and how it would
affect her in the future. She went to sleep that night very late due to the
amount of stress from the day she had. When she woke up in the morning all she
wanted was to continue her normal life. She had got dressed for work printed out
the morning paper and rushed out the door. It was a very rainy day; in fact it
was pouring rain. As she arrived at the factory she grabbed her umbrella and
rushed out of the car. As soon as she entered the grey shady building she sat
down in the changing room and opened the newspaper. As soon as she opened the
paper her eyes laid on an exact replica of the picture in her mind of john
hanging there, lifeless. She was then shocked by a loud voice stating
‘Hey there Lenina, glad to have you
back.’
‘Oh hi, ya it’s
great to be back.’ She stated in a very soft quiet
voice.
As soon as the
other lady was out of sight she slowly glanced down at the paper, and then
glanced at the window. Immediately she heard a window shatter, surprised she
looked out of the window in front of her. She couldn’t see much out of the
window but suddenly the window imploded. Lenina screamed. There was a book lying
on the ground two feet in front of her.
‘It must off been
through the window.’ She stated in scared
voice.
But there was no reply from the other
lady. Lenina slowly approached the book; it read Shakespeare
in an aged font. She picked it up and glanced out the window. She gasped at the
horrid sight. She saw hundreds of savages joined with citizens. They were
mowing down everybody in their path who resisted. Police officers were dead,
cars torched. They were headed for the factory. Lenina rushed around the corner
to tell the other young lady. A tear shed and shot down her cheek as her heart
sank at the disturbing sight of the young lady. There was a arrow that had gone
straight through her head and stuck into a locker behind her. Lenina being
thankful only a book was hurled through her window, she bolted out of the locker
room hoping she could make down to the lobby in time to get to her car. As she
entered the elevator she frantically pressed the lobby button and then tried her
best to keep calm. As the elevator came to quick jolt in the lobby she quickly
entered the lobby and was immediately frozen with fear. She saw people getting
massacred right before her eyes the brutal savages were having no mercy at all.
They were chopping down the runners and stabbing through the remaining crawlers.
Her disturbing sight was quickly ended while someone grabbed her by the back of
the shirt and slammed her against the elevator door. Lenina’s head being the
first thing to hit the elevator door she fell to the ground only seeing a blur
figure standing above her about to swing and large tomahawk at her. Quickly in
mid stride the savage was hit out of the way and a new figure stood above her.
Her sight was then gone, she had passed out.
Her eyes opened to a small fire in the darkness of the forest.
She then stuttered‘where, where am I’
A deep soft voice replied ‘You are safe, I saved you from one of
my men who tried to kill you’
‘What?’ she stuttered?
‘He did not know who you were, and that you did nothing wrong.’
The voice replied
‘’Why am I so important to you’ she
asked
‘You must be lenina, the one who cared for john’ He said in a
depressed voice
Lenina was shocked.‘Yes that’s me’ she stated in a questioning
voice.
‘My name is Jacob; I was a good friend of johns.’
‘Why are you doing this?’ lenina shrieked as if she had just
remembered about the massacre
‘This is not the way humans should be living ‘Jacob replied in a
very apologizing voice
‘That doesn’t mean you have to kill everybody!’ Lenina
screeched.
‘It’s the only way for people to realize it’ He
said
‘yes but’ Lenina was interrupted by Jacob in a aggressive
tone
‘Pleasure is to easily obtainable in your world!’ ‘That is why
your people are the way they are, and we are obtaining true pleasure by trying
to help your people.
‘By killing them?’Lenina was now yelling at
him
‘It’s the only way to get it through the minds of other people!
Now get some sleep!’ Jacob yelled in
frustration.
Lenina drifted off into sleep that night thinking about if it
was really better for humanities, and what john would think.
Lenina was awakened by the beautiful sunrise. As she watched the
magnificent cinema of the sun rising over the forest trees, a shadow began to
appear in front of the sun. Then another and another soon there were over twenty
what appeared to be aircraft. The as she sat up quickly she noticed they were
getting closer and closer. She looked around at all the sleeping savages in hope
to spot Jacob. As she noticed he was nowhere in sight, she started screaming for
the savages to wake up.
‘There on the horizon! They are coming for you!’Lenina was
yelling in shock
But none of them acknowledged her. So she ran as far as she
could through the forest, tripping falling never looking back. She had reached
the end of the tree line and turned around looking at the ships which were now
hovering over the massive camp. Then began to fire, the morning was quiet, all
she could here were the miniguns shedding through the treetops. As she walked
backwards into a grassy meadow she was covered by darkness. She was covered by a
shadow and could hear a faint hovering above her. She turned around with a loud
gasp and saw a whole another savage refugee camp. She turned to run back into
the forest but a trail of minigun bullets were skimming through the camp a lot
faster than she could run.
Hours later the aircraft were gone. They had left dead silence
in the forest. Trees were disabled from their branches the smell of blood had
spread through the forest. There were hundreds of dead bodies resting on the
ground including lenina. Standing out from all the other bodies, she lay
lifeless just inches from the tree line.
Tanner Smith
The first arrivals charged the dangling feet in astonishment.
There was a chair lying on its side under the savage’s lifeless feet. They were
checking his pulse and yelling ‘Mr. Savage!’ ‘Mr. Savage?!’they reaped
franticly. In the panic a woman had quickly entered through the door, it was the
woman who had exited the helicopter the previous day and was very confused about
the savage’s action sprinting towards her in a frantic rage trying to end her
life. A rolled up piece of paper
had caught her eye on the whip by the door. She unraveled the squat paper
reading,
“I have gone to a better place In which is now my home. I would
like to think I had gone back to the reservation or even better, back in time.
Long before the 9 years war, before Ford when most of the world was similar to
the reservation. Here I am free, unlike where you stand reading this note. The
so-called perfect world of Community, Identity, and Stability is a blanket of
black mist covering a world that hypnotized people to make them think that they
are living to their maximum potential. Debating whether or not my act will
affect anybody or anything in your world, my secondary mission was to try to
make a change to help other citizens and make them think about their maximum
potential.
Sincerely, John
The woman quickly folded the note and put it into her pocket and
rushed out the door. As she was jetting down the lighthouse stairs one of the
shocked reporters had stopped her asking who she was. She turned around with a
blank stare; her left check obtained a tear that had slowly rolled out of her
left eye.
‘I would have stopped him’ she said in a faint quiet
voice.’
The reporter
walked down the stairs past her, the other three followed like nothing happened
she stood there surprised and astonished that they could just walk away like
everybody else in this world would, she was thinking of what John said about the
people no realizing their full potential in the letter. She stood on the stairs
for about another hour watching the helicopters swarm around the lighthouse like
bees around a honey box. As she watched the helicopters in front of the bright
sunset, time had seemed to of slowed down. She could not stop the insist of
herself thinking about john or the letter , ever sense she had found the not it
had felt like there was a lightning soft dark lightning bolt being plunged
deeper and deeper into her. It was a feeling she had never felt before. She
murmured to herself under her breath,
‘I need soma’ ‘It’s the only thing that can cure this emptiness
inside of me’
She arrived at her
house about noon and went through her cabinet searching for soma. As she reached
for the soma she remembered what john had said about the blanket that covers up
our potential. Her hand jolted before it reached the soma after the hesitation
she viscously grabbed the bottle of soma and through it in the trash. Although
she wanted to take soma, she did not because she referred back to john’s letter.
She then stormed to her bed and hurled herself onto the mattress climbing
underneath the covers trying to escape the feeling, snapshots of john where
spreading through her head like a wildfire. She grasped her head and yelled
‘Why is this happening!’
After 20 minutes she was asleep, she slept for a very long time,
dreaming and processing everything inside her mind. She had slept through her
work shift at the factory, without a confirmation the director had arrived at
her house. She was awakened by a comforting knock on the door.
‘Hello?’ she heard in a deep smooth voice ‘Hello, are you
feeling ok’?
She sat up in
shock ‘The Director!’ ‘How long have I been asleep?’ She asked herself. Quickly
she ran to the door opening it fast and jumped back at the look of the
director’s face. The directors face had looked like he had been beaten with tree
branches, he was breathing very hard as he leaped inside her room. She was
frantically asking him what had happened.
He stuttered ‘there was about six of
them’.
‘Of who?’ She
asked.
‘ Savages,’ the director screamed. ‘They all had whips! And were
yelling about john. They came to avenge his death. They were screaming of how
this world outside the reservation had pushed him to his end and that it has to
stop and this is how it shouldn’t be and that I will pay, that all of us will
pay, and’. . .
The girl stopped
the director’s frantic rambling, ‘It’s ok’ she said in a quiet voice as she
calmed him down. Moments later they herd vicious pounding on the
door.
It was the
savages, they were yelling under the door ‘Give him to us!’ ‘Hand him over or
you to will pay dearly’!
The director than
mumbled, ‘I’m sorry lenina, I never should have brought you into this
mess’.
No its ok I just
need you to call the police write away’ she
whispered.
The director
scrambled past her bed into the kitchen and began to call, as he was making the
call lenina tried to calm down the savages at the door but they knew the
director was in her house and continued to threaten to kill them both. They thin
herd sharp gun shots and scrambling outside the door. She dared herself to
glance through the peephole, only to find her gazing at a foggy splat of blood
that was covering the peephole. She started to open the door very slow and quite
the suspense building more and more the farther she opened the
door,
The moment was
shattered by a quick panicky yell coming from the crack in the door stating, ‘is
everybody ok in there?’
Lenina jumped at the sound, then blatantly stated “yes, yes we
are fine.”
The officer then
interred the door and saw the directors face and rushed towards him for medical
assistance. Lenina in shock sat her bed starring at the door. Moments later the
door opened with a creek. It was silent. The silence was interrupted by lenina’s
extremely fast heart rate. A bloody and then smacked onto the ground inside the
room. It seemed lifeless but then it grabbed the corner of the door and pulled
up a savage into the room. He was hard to understand with the blood coming from
his mouth and him gasping for air.
He was saying ‘You will pay’ ‘all will know of the resistance.’
His body then hit the ground like a bird hitting a window. As he
lay there lifeless she was thinking of what he had just said, and how it would
affect her in the future. She went to sleep that night very late due to the
amount of stress from the day she had. When she woke up in the morning all she
wanted was to continue her normal life. She had got dressed for work printed out
the morning paper and rushed out the door. It was a very rainy day; in fact it
was pouring rain. As she arrived at the factory she grabbed her umbrella and
rushed out of the car. As soon as she entered the grey shady building she sat
down in the changing room and opened the newspaper. As soon as she opened the
paper her eyes laid on an exact replica of the picture in her mind of john
hanging there, lifeless. She was then shocked by a loud voice stating
‘Hey there Lenina, glad to have you
back.’
‘Oh hi, ya it’s
great to be back.’ She stated in a very soft quiet
voice.
As soon as the
other lady was out of sight she slowly glanced down at the paper, and then
glanced at the window. Immediately she heard a window shatter, surprised she
looked out of the window in front of her. She couldn’t see much out of the
window but suddenly the window imploded. Lenina screamed. There was a book lying
on the ground two feet in front of her.
‘It must off been
through the window.’ She stated in scared
voice.
But there was no reply from the other
lady. Lenina slowly approached the book; it read Shakespeare
in an aged font. She picked it up and glanced out the window. She gasped at the
horrid sight. She saw hundreds of savages joined with citizens. They were
mowing down everybody in their path who resisted. Police officers were dead,
cars torched. They were headed for the factory. Lenina rushed around the corner
to tell the other young lady. A tear shed and shot down her cheek as her heart
sank at the disturbing sight of the young lady. There was a arrow that had gone
straight through her head and stuck into a locker behind her. Lenina being
thankful only a book was hurled through her window, she bolted out of the locker
room hoping she could make down to the lobby in time to get to her car. As she
entered the elevator she frantically pressed the lobby button and then tried her
best to keep calm. As the elevator came to quick jolt in the lobby she quickly
entered the lobby and was immediately frozen with fear. She saw people getting
massacred right before her eyes the brutal savages were having no mercy at all.
They were chopping down the runners and stabbing through the remaining crawlers.
Her disturbing sight was quickly ended while someone grabbed her by the back of
the shirt and slammed her against the elevator door. Lenina’s head being the
first thing to hit the elevator door she fell to the ground only seeing a blur
figure standing above her about to swing and large tomahawk at her. Quickly in
mid stride the savage was hit out of the way and a new figure stood above her.
Her sight was then gone, she had passed out.
Her eyes opened to a small fire in the darkness of the forest.
She then stuttered‘where, where am I’
A deep soft voice replied ‘You are safe, I saved you from one of
my men who tried to kill you’
‘What?’ she stuttered?
‘He did not know who you were, and that you did nothing wrong.’
The voice replied
‘’Why am I so important to you’ she
asked
‘You must be lenina, the one who cared for john’ He said in a
depressed voice
Lenina was shocked.‘Yes that’s me’ she stated in a questioning
voice.
‘My name is Jacob; I was a good friend of johns.’
‘Why are you doing this?’ lenina shrieked as if she had just
remembered about the massacre
‘This is not the way humans should be living ‘Jacob replied in a
very apologizing voice
‘That doesn’t mean you have to kill everybody!’ Lenina
screeched.
‘It’s the only way for people to realize it’ He
said
‘yes but’ Lenina was interrupted by Jacob in a aggressive
tone
‘Pleasure is to easily obtainable in your world!’ ‘That is why
your people are the way they are, and we are obtaining true pleasure by trying
to help your people.
‘By killing them?’Lenina was now yelling at
him
‘It’s the only way to get it through the minds of other people!
Now get some sleep!’ Jacob yelled in
frustration.
Lenina drifted off into sleep that night thinking about if it
was really better for humanities, and what john would think.
Lenina was awakened by the beautiful sunrise. As she watched the
magnificent cinema of the sun rising over the forest trees, a shadow began to
appear in front of the sun. Then another and another soon there were over twenty
what appeared to be aircraft. The as she sat up quickly she noticed they were
getting closer and closer. She looked around at all the sleeping savages in hope
to spot Jacob. As she noticed he was nowhere in sight, she started screaming for
the savages to wake up.
‘There on the horizon! They are coming for you!’Lenina was
yelling in shock
But none of them acknowledged her. So she ran as far as she
could through the forest, tripping falling never looking back. She had reached
the end of the tree line and turned around looking at the ships which were now
hovering over the massive camp. Then began to fire, the morning was quiet, all
she could here were the miniguns shedding through the treetops. As she walked
backwards into a grassy meadow she was covered by darkness. She was covered by a
shadow and could hear a faint hovering above her. She turned around with a loud
gasp and saw a whole another savage refugee camp. She turned to run back into
the forest but a trail of minigun bullets were skimming through the camp a lot
faster than she could run.
Hours later the aircraft were gone. They had left dead silence
in the forest. Trees were disabled from their branches the smell of blood had
spread through the forest. There were hundreds of dead bodies resting on the
ground including lenina. Standing out from all the other bodies, she lay
lifeless just inches from the tree line.
Tanner Smith