Chapter 1: The DCs and me
For as long as I can remember, the streets were full of dangers waiting around in every shadow every house, the sky always dark and lifeless as the hoarsely sound of radio transmitting propaganda filled every corner of the sprawling city in which he lives. Soldiers, goose-stepping around the barracks with their lustrous emerald uniform armed with the standard AK-47 standing with their comrades, sometimes go around the neighbourhood to inspect and up hold the peace. However, in reality they are either abusing their position and the law or they must be going to a more superior officer to bride him or her to get promoted. That is how the DCs work, their job description is: brutality, rage, cunning, and a maliciously determined mind to gain power and social status through any means possible. Most of the men and women in very high places are possibly the family members of the DCs or they could be really useful soldiers who are absolutely docile and obey every command. If you are not part of the DCs, they will either force you into it one way or the other or make you suffer. It is all a matter of time before you turn into one of them because few men and women can tolerate the prejudice and discrimination they were treated with, or the low life standard and high cost of living, the inadequate wages and so on. The most simple category of this system is:
1. The 80 percent of the population who support them who are called the 'Loyal Peasants'.
2. The 10 percent of the population who governs the Socialist Republic State of Phony, who are called, as you already know, DCs.
3. The rest of the citizen who oppose their law and tyranny.
Most of the third category are in prison. Yet some are still lurking in the concrete cities of the State of Phony, working as ordinary ignorant labourers. A person taking a glance at those people just might put them in the First category but then again they have been fooling the DCs for 96 years now, so maybe it isn't fair to say a normal person can't identify them.
I am one of the Third category, I have been hiding in the Ghetto as a teacher since I was born. My guardian told me the truth of which I have told you. I trust you will not expose me for you are with one of us now. What was your name again?
The beautiful lady shifted her eyes to mine as I inquired, her eyes were deep and vivacious, full of life and energy but if one looks closer one would know that those eyes have seen many horrible things which had left an unnoticeable scar in her soul, she was a thin young white woman almost pear-shaped dressed with ghastly clothing of an unusual brownish and green colour. Despite the dust, coal, and her wild untamed crazy red hair, the girl was fairly attractive with a beauty spot on her left cheek almost non existent if you were to catch a glimpse of her. Yes it was true that she was arousing and gorgeous to most men but I had learned to care less about pretty faces since I nearly died because of one.
"It is Zarina, the lady pirate" she answered seductively.