A Dark New World
By Lanabana/ Agent Alana
(Okay, I am just kind of winging it with the whole plot of this story, trying not to create a theory, but explore the emotions of a "dark new world." I'm not really supporting these ideas as what I believe Sloane is up to, this is VERY extreme. Remember that short story everyone has to read in school, called "The Lottery"? Yeah, for some reason that, Minority Report, and the Left Behind Series are running through my mind. I feel this story is going to quickly get out of control, perhaps I should just leave it as one chapter, but for those who dare to follow my ramblings, have fun!)
~ Chapter Two - FOUND ~
Darkness takes over.
Wet walls, echoes of emptiness, all alone in a street full of strangers.
She walks through the masses of humanity like the living dead, emotionless, thoughtless, and hopeless.
The fact that she has no money, no plan, and is dressed like she went back in time rather than forward, has failed to dawn on her.
Briefly she wonders why so many people are out and about at this obviously late, or early, hour of the day.
Her thoughts of nothingness are interrupted as she walks by a wall of TV screens that seem to sense her arrival and flicker to life- static - sight - sound - Sloane.
"Hello Citizens of Earth, an enemy has escaped from government custody." She lets out a silent scream of horror, and her heart drops to the pit of her stomach, as her face flashes upon all 10 TV screens. She begins to feel claustrophobic, buried alive, as concerned citizens huddle around her to listen to this public service announcement from their all-knowing, all- powerful ruler.
"Should you see this individual contact your local GGH immediately; should she put up a fight, shoot to kill. I have faith in each one of you to protect our planet from those who would seek to destroy the Utopia we have worked so hard to create! And remember don't get caught outside when the sun comes up, I would hate for anyone to suffer an untimely death!"
Murmurs of gratitude, for their caring leader, surround her as the crowd has begun to turn from the screens and towards each other to discuss this latest threat on their safety.
She stands frozen in shock, but begins to thaw when she realizes that her picture is still starring back at her.
"HEY! It's her!"
"Someone call the GGH!"
In the chaos she slips through the crowd and heads for the darkest alley she can possibly find. The target is in sight, and she is running with all her might, she can hear her heart violently pounding in her ears.
Thump thump - 10 feet - Thump thump - 6 feet - Thump thump - so close - Thump thump - black SUV.
Profanity, profanity, so close yet so far away, but who care she knows she is dead anyway, the fact that she is still breathing is a mere technicality, one that will obviously corrected in the very near future!
She suppresses the urge to shout for joy when the tinted window rolls down, and reveals her savior inside.
"Mom!?!"
"Sydney, hurry, get in!"
They drive in silence; she allows the tears to flow freely as the hum of the car sings her to sleep.
Darkness takes over.
(Okay, I am just kind of winging it with the whole plot of this story, trying not to create a theory, but explore the emotions of a "dark new world." I'm not really supporting these ideas as what I believe Sloane is up to, this is VERY extreme. Remember that short story everyone has to read in school, called "The Lottery"? Yeah, for some reason that, Minority Report, and the Left Behind Series are running through my mind. I feel this story is going to quickly get out of control, perhaps I should just leave it as one chapter, but for those who dare to follow my ramblings, have fun!)
~ Chapter Two - FOUND ~
Darkness takes over.
Wet walls, echoes of emptiness, all alone in a street full of strangers.
She walks through the masses of humanity like the living dead, emotionless, thoughtless, and hopeless.
The fact that she has no money, no plan, and is dressed like she went back in time rather than forward, has failed to dawn on her.
Briefly she wonders why so many people are out and about at this obviously late, or early, hour of the day.
Her thoughts of nothingness are interrupted as she walks by a wall of TV screens that seem to sense her arrival and flicker to life- static - sight - sound - Sloane.
"Hello Citizens of Earth, an enemy has escaped from government custody." She lets out a silent scream of horror, and her heart drops to the pit of her stomach, as her face flashes upon all 10 TV screens. She begins to feel claustrophobic, buried alive, as concerned citizens huddle around her to listen to this public service announcement from their all-knowing, all- powerful ruler.
"Should you see this individual contact your local GGH immediately; should she put up a fight, shoot to kill. I have faith in each one of you to protect our planet from those who would seek to destroy the Utopia we have worked so hard to create! And remember don't get caught outside when the sun comes up, I would hate for anyone to suffer an untimely death!"
Murmurs of gratitude, for their caring leader, surround her as the crowd has begun to turn from the screens and towards each other to discuss this latest threat on their safety.
She stands frozen in shock, but begins to thaw when she realizes that her picture is still starring back at her.
"HEY! It's her!"
"Someone call the GGH!"
In the chaos she slips through the crowd and heads for the darkest alley she can possibly find. The target is in sight, and she is running with all her might, she can hear her heart violently pounding in her ears.
Thump thump - 10 feet - Thump thump - 6 feet - Thump thump - so close - Thump thump - black SUV.
Profanity, profanity, so close yet so far away, but who care she knows she is dead anyway, the fact that she is still breathing is a mere technicality, one that will obviously corrected in the very near future!
She suppresses the urge to shout for joy when the tinted window rolls down, and reveals her savior inside.
"Mom!?!"
"Sydney, hurry, get in!"
They drive in silence; she allows the tears to flow freely as the hum of the car sings her to sleep.
Darkness takes over.