To fight the Corps

by Astaria zen Esperansa

Jenny's girlfriend Yasmin was forced to join the corps years ago. Now Jenny is determined to find her. But even if she can be found will Yasmin want anything to do with the girl she used to love? Being re-written. Please give it a try; I think it's better

4. Chapter 4

Jenny

At last, things are going right. The Underground didn't want to take me at first. I'm just a mundane, you see. A liability. But I told them about Yasmin, and they said they'd consider me.

I'm not trusted. The looks they send me are like death. But I can't blame them. Look at we've done to them. We shunned them, pushed them out of society. EarthGov must know what Psi Corp does; hundreds of people must know. Thousands even.

And we ignore it. We've let them be imprisoned, tortured, anything. Because we're too scared of them.

And it's rebel telepaths paying the price for the peace of mind of paranoid normals. Some of them are children. And they're dying. Being shot by Psi Cops, or sent to re-education camps. Or just shrivelling up inside from all the things they've seen.

I smuggle supplies- and other things- for them. They make phone calls from my house.

Over the last few months I've shared my rooms with various fugitives from the law. I never know who they are, what they're running from or where they're going. It's too risky; if Psi Corps got their hands on me they'll find out everything I know.

So I've seen their hope. Their joy. Seen their children laughing and playing games. The kids come here to make a noise. Or so they don't see some of the things that happen in the hideouts. Whenever the Underground catches a Psi Cop or a Bloodhound the children come here. So they don't see what happens next.

I've never asked what it is that they do. I don't want to know

In return, they look for Yasmin. Most of them have had friends taken by the Corps; they know how it feels. But none of them have been as helpless as I am. A normal in the teeps world, any of them could crush me if they pleased. I am weak where they are strong.

I don't belong here.

There are people who would call me a traitor, but in spite of everything, I'm glad. Glad I'm here, fighting with them. Glad that I can make a difference. Glad that these people will remember a normal who tried to help them. A normal who understood that they're human beings too.

People say there can never be lasting trust and friendship between normals and telepaths. That we are destined to hate, oppress, and enslave each other. But I am here to prove the lie. I am here demonstrating my trust. I am here sacrificing myself for their freedom.

I'm here for Yasmin, everything I do here is in her name. But now I've understand what this is all about I'm here for an ideal, too. Even if I can't save Yasmin, this won't have been in vain.