After Dialogue Edit
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.
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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