Sabotage
Chapter 1
I do not own the Selection
Jackson's POV
44 years ago...
It all started on June 6th. 9 year old Jackson couldn't be happier to be out of school for two months. The day had been great so far. Both of his sisters were still at boarding school across the country in Calgary, so it was only the two brothers. Jackson had been woken up by his 22 year old brother Tyler and taken to the beach. The bright, beaming sun was just like Jackson's happy mood. He felt like nothing could bring him down.
The mail had just been delivered. Tyler, his dad, and his mom sat on the couch, sorting through junk mail. Jackson happily sat on the floor, playing with his newest LEGO set. Tyler's smile quickly disappeared, after reading the address on the crisp white envelope. He showed it to his parents, who frowned in return.
"Jack, honey, why don't you go upstairs and change into your pajamas? After that, you can have half an hour of computer time," his mother said.
Not knowing any better, Jackson got up from the floor and ran upstairs, happy to have his father's brand new computer all to himself. He quickly pulled on his fire truck pajamas and padded over to his father's office.
He pushed the power button several times, but after a while he decided to go downstairs to ask his parents. Jackson started down the stairs, but stopped after hearing his mother crying.
"Stay safe, okay?" His mother said to Tyler.
"Of course," his brother replied.
"Good luck son," his father said.
The next question surprised Jackson, even though he was too young to understand what was going on.
"When are we going to tell Jack?"
"Now, I guess," Tyler's voice replied. Jackson heard his brother get up and his footsteps advancing towards the stairs. Jack rushed back upstairs to his bedroom and pretended to be playing with his dinosaur.
"Hey buddy," Tyler walked in and sat on the bed.
"I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Jack asked, his green eyes filled with curiosity.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to leave for a while."
"Where are you going?" The innocent 9 year old asked.
"To New Asia. I'm in the army now."
"Why?"
"Because they need me."
"Why?"
"So we can defeat New Asia and there won't be any rebels."
"That's good."
"It is, "Tyler patted Jack on the back and stood up.
"Goodnight," Tyler said before walking out the door.
"Goodnight," Jackson said happily.
The next morning, Jackson got up to find Tyler packing his suitcase.
"Are you leaving now?" He asked.
"Yes," Tyler replied.
"But you'll be back, right?" Jackson stared up at his brother, his wife eyes full of hope.
"Of course," his big brother enveloped Jackson into a hug.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
The taxi outside honked his horn. Tyler stood up and started to leave.
"Be a good boy for Mom and Dad, okay?"
Jackson nodded and Tyler gave one last wave before walking out of the door.
Over the years, Tyler started to come home less and less. He started missing Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. They only saw him twice a year, at most. Jackson, now 16, started to become more and more separated from his family. More than he cared to admit, his brother being gone most of the time took a huge toll on him.
One day, a loud knock was heard on the front door. Jackson's mom went over to open it. Standing outside were two men in military uniforms. Jackson stopped in his tracks and hid by the stairs so he could hear what they were talking about.
"We're very sorry to inform you ma'am, but we have some bad news concerning Tyler."
Jackson gasped, and the worst possible scenario hit his mind. No, no, he can't be dead, Jackson mentally reassured himself.
"What happened?" His mother's worried voice floated up the stairs.
"Um...well...it seems that Tyler has gone MIA."
"Missing?! How could that be?" His mom said in surprise.
"The New Asians can be very harsh," one of the men said.
"Ok, thank you for informing us," his mom said sadly. She closed the door and leaned against it, tears leaking out of her eyes. Jackson silently ran back to his room, tears flowing down his face.
He locked his door and lay on his bed, refusing to answer when anyone knocked.
Three years later, there was still no news on Jackson's brother. Jackson had become more and more separated from his family. He spent most of his time locked in his room with music blasting out all of his feelings.
Through all of his sadness, Jackson hadn't heard the knock on the door. Not until an ear piercing cry of sadness broke through the music. He turned it off immediately and went downstairs to see what was wrong. His family was in a tight hug, tears falling out of their eyes. He knew the worst had happened.
"He's dead."
Even though Jackson had already figured it out, his father's words were what made him break. He ran back to his room and locked the door. He sat against his window, letting his emotions out. He felt like someone had tore his heart and soul in half. The rain pounding against the window only made him feel worse. The gloomy day and grey skies reflected his mood.
After he felt like he couldn't cry anymore, he stood up, feeling angry. Why did it have to be Tyler? Jackson picked up a picture of him and Tyler. Remembering his brother was like a stab in his chest. He slammed the picture to the ground, shattering the glass. The loud noise caused his parents to come up, but he ignored them. The glass wasn't enough for Jackson. He picked up the picture and ripped it into tiny pieces.
Suddenly, all his memories of his brother came flooding back. He couldn't take it anymore. He threw everything on his desk onto the ground, the noise drowning out his sadness.
Even though everything in his sight was broken, he still didn't feel satisfied. He punched the wall as hard as he could. His fist burned, but he didn't care. The small dent on the wall wasn't good enough for him. He punched it a few more times, causing a bigger dent to form. He lay on his bed, catching his breath.
He decided he was fine and wanted to go downstairs.
"How can they do this?" His mom asked.
"The stupid government didn't even try to find him. And it wasn't just Tyler, about a hundred soldiers were captured. But they were just focused on winning the war," his dad said angrily.
"Maybe those rebels are right. The government isn't doing what it should," his mom said.
"What happened to him?" Jackson said, refusing to say his brother's name. After hours of not using it, his voice sounded hoarse and quiet.
His parents exchanged glances, before his father nodded.
"I guess you deserve to know," his father said. "Tyler was captured in New Asia."
Jackson cringed at the sound of his name.
"The government did nothing about it, even though a hundred people were captured. They don't really know how he died, but it was probably through torture or hunger."
"Basically he suffered," Jackson said. His parents nodded sadly.
"Was it the government's fault?" Jackson asked.
"I would say most of it was," his father sighed. "They might not have been able to save them, but they could have done much more."
Jackson excused himself and went back upstairs. He was mad, mad at the government for not saving Tyler, but even more at Tyler for not keeping his promise.
He punched the wall again. How could he do this to me? Jackson thought. He promised he would come back.
Soon, Jackson realized why Tyler couldn't keep his promise, because of the government. Pure anger and hatred filled him.
He would have been at home right now if it wasn't for the stupid monarchy, Jackson realized. It's all their fault.
That was when Jackson Edward Winston decided to become a rebel.
Hello readers! This is my second fanfiction. Hope you liked the first chapter.
So this story is about Tori, who is Jackson's daughter. She was raised as a rebel and they live in a community that the royals don't know is filled with rebels. This chapter was just a flashback from Jackson's past. I wrote it mainly to explain why Tori and her family are rebels.
Illèan Royal Family:
King William Thomas Westbrook-56
Queen Adelaide Noelle Westbrook-54
Prince Zachary (Zack) Emerson Westbrook-19
Princess Annemarie (Annie, Anna, AJ) Joy Westbrook-16
Prince Samuel (Sam) Jacob Westbrook-11
Princess Haley Grace Westbrook (older twin)-6
Princess Cassandra (Cassie) Rose Westbrook (younger twin)-6
This is an SYOC, and I will be accepting 25 characters. The form is on my bio. Have fun creating!
Rules:
-Please PM me the character. I will look at ones in the review section, but I may need to contact you so I will more likely choose ones people have sent me through PM.
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~Demigod18