Chapter 3
still out of the loop
I realize that the story up to this point makes no sense, but trust me. It will make sense later. Nobody saw the first five minutes of Pulp Fiction and has said: "WOW! That makes sense!"
"But I don't understand." said a concerned Jonas. "How are you his grand-daughter. If Rosemary was his daughter... and Giver; why did you leave the community? This makes no sense at all."
The Giver just nodded. "I know Jonas. I know, trust me. Just ask me, one at a time and I will answer them."
"Alright. Why are you here? How did you get here?"
The Giver stood up and walked to the other side of the room. "I am here because my worst fears have come true. Everyone at the community has been killed."
Jonas was shocked. Killed? How is that possible? "Ho.."
"When you left, all of your memories transmitted to the community. When that happened, something that I could only fear came true. The memory of death that I gave to you, it killed them. Without a previous knowledge of pain, they all just died."
"But that makes no sense." said Jonas. "How can a memory kill?"
"Jonas, remember when I gave you the memory of falling and breaking your leg?"
Jonas nodded.
"Remember how it hurt after you woke up?"
"Yes I do bu..."
"It hurt so badly after because it was fresh to you. You no idea how to deal with it, and neither did your body. That is what happened to the people in the Community. The memories of death hit them all very hard, and it killed them. That is what happened."
Jonas was confused, but more than that; hurt. "Everybody?"
"Yes my boy, everybody." The Giver could feel the hurt in Jonas. It was the same hurt the Giver felt when he saw his daughter kill herself on that chair. The one memory that he retained came back, causing him to become weak and he had to sit down.
Jonas was in shock. "Lily?"
For the first time, Fiona spoke. "Yes Jonas. I tried to get her out of there, and I almost succeeded, but I was carrying her away and she died in my arms. I'm so sorry Jo." Fiona walked over to Jonas and put her hands on his shoulders. Under any other circumstances, he would have felt better, but all he felt was pain.
"But Fiona, how did you survive?"
"You forget, I am related to Isaac."
Jonas was confused. "Who is Isaac?"
The Giver stood up suddenly. "Well I am silly boy. Wow, I figured you could have figured that out on your own."
Jonas gave out a small chuckle. But then he remembered...
"Where is Gabe?" Jonas demanded.
Suddenly, a small gurgle emitted from the room behind them. Jonas walked slowly in, and saw Gabe lying on a bed. He was so happy, giggling at the sound of his own voice. Fiona walked in behind Jonas and watched him pick Gabe up and give him a hug. Isaac walked in right behind her. He started to whisper into her ear. She listened, contemplated it, and nodded.
"Jonas?" she said. "We need to tell you something.
still out of the loop
I realize that the story up to this point makes no sense, but trust me. It will make sense later. Nobody saw the first five minutes of Pulp Fiction and has said: "WOW! That makes sense!"
"But I don't understand." said a concerned Jonas. "How are you his grand-daughter. If Rosemary was his daughter... and Giver; why did you leave the community? This makes no sense at all."
The Giver just nodded. "I know Jonas. I know, trust me. Just ask me, one at a time and I will answer them."
"Alright. Why are you here? How did you get here?"
The Giver stood up and walked to the other side of the room. "I am here because my worst fears have come true. Everyone at the community has been killed."
Jonas was shocked. Killed? How is that possible? "Ho.."
"When you left, all of your memories transmitted to the community. When that happened, something that I could only fear came true. The memory of death that I gave to you, it killed them. Without a previous knowledge of pain, they all just died."
"But that makes no sense." said Jonas. "How can a memory kill?"
"Jonas, remember when I gave you the memory of falling and breaking your leg?"
Jonas nodded.
"Remember how it hurt after you woke up?"
"Yes I do bu..."
"It hurt so badly after because it was fresh to you. You no idea how to deal with it, and neither did your body. That is what happened to the people in the Community. The memories of death hit them all very hard, and it killed them. That is what happened."
Jonas was confused, but more than that; hurt. "Everybody?"
"Yes my boy, everybody." The Giver could feel the hurt in Jonas. It was the same hurt the Giver felt when he saw his daughter kill herself on that chair. The one memory that he retained came back, causing him to become weak and he had to sit down.
Jonas was in shock. "Lily?"
For the first time, Fiona spoke. "Yes Jonas. I tried to get her out of there, and I almost succeeded, but I was carrying her away and she died in my arms. I'm so sorry Jo." Fiona walked over to Jonas and put her hands on his shoulders. Under any other circumstances, he would have felt better, but all he felt was pain.
"But Fiona, how did you survive?"
"You forget, I am related to Isaac."
Jonas was confused. "Who is Isaac?"
The Giver stood up suddenly. "Well I am silly boy. Wow, I figured you could have figured that out on your own."
Jonas gave out a small chuckle. But then he remembered...
"Where is Gabe?" Jonas demanded.
Suddenly, a small gurgle emitted from the room behind them. Jonas walked slowly in, and saw Gabe lying on a bed. He was so happy, giggling at the sound of his own voice. Fiona walked in behind Jonas and watched him pick Gabe up and give him a hug. Isaac walked in right behind her. He started to whisper into her ear. She listened, contemplated it, and nodded.
"Jonas?" she said. "We need to tell you something.