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  “Don't talk to me like I'm some fucking subordinate!” I snapped. “I was completely aware of my actions.”

  Officer Jones gave me a frown. “Alright.” he said, turning and sliding open the cell glass wall. “Suit yourself. We'll let you out of here when your attitude decides to change.” he said before he exited the cell and locked the cell glass back into place.

  “Prick.” I muttered, watching him walk away. There he went, just like the rest of those brain washed dummies, acting under the corrupted law, assuming that he knew me and what went through my head. They assumed we were going to stay peaceful. They assumed that no drastic action would take place, but as soon as I brought out a change in the base line, panic ensued and our message began to slowly take it's place, that is until they put me down. They assume I had nowhere to go from here. No plans to resume while in their custody but the problem for them was they held way too much confidence in their assumptions. Today would mark another milestone in our cult's history. The day we started to forcefully push our messages into the hearts that run and beat on this flawed and unfair system.

  I could see the sun beginning to set, and my stomach begin to growl loudly. Officer Jones made his way back to my cell, holding a full paper bag. “Hungry?” he asked with a smile.

  “No.” I lied, trying to remain as invulnerable as possible.

  “That's not what your stomach is saying.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I just want a little change of heart.” he said. “Come on, what do you say? Act like a sweetheart, and walk out of her with a bag of goodies.” he teased. “Or stay in there and let your stomach growl until it collapses.”

  “I don't need to choose.” I smiled.

  “There it is. The first smile I've seen from you.” he laughed.

  “I'm going to walk right out of here, and I guarantee you won't be able to do a goddamn thing.” I said with a confident smile stuck on my face.

  “You're not walking out of here Dodson.” Jones' said, his smile fading away. He turned and walked to a garbage can that sat near the wall. He held the bag over the can and dropped it in. “I hope you enjoy the taste of your own fucking spit, because that's all you'll be eating until I say so.” he walked off.

  Good. I ticked him off. With that in my satisfaction tank, my wait on Linda to pop up would be that much easier.

  Night had fell and the cell hall lights flickered on. Walking in front of the cell was Officer Jones and Linda.

  “Cold outside?” I asked.

  “Not with this on.” Linda smiled. “And it's about to get hot.”

  “How was the remainder of the protest?”

  “Things simmered down once they took you away, but you made the news.”

  “Now we're getting somewhere.” I said with a massive smile.

  “You're wasting your time and effort.” Jones said. “Your protest did nothing. The system is here to stay.”

  “Not if something drastic happens.”

  “News flash Claire! You're locked up!” Jones shouted. “You can't do anything!”

  “I can't.” I started. “But she can.”

  In the corner of my eye, I could see Linda swing a knife towards Jones' throat. As Linda placed a hold around Jones, he slowly reached for his gun.

  “Grab it, and it stab you in the fucking throat.” Linda said lowly.

  Linda slowly pulled the gun from Jones' holster and then pointed at him. “Unlock the cell.” she ordered.

  “You people have lost your minds.” Jones said, frozen.

  Linda fired the gun and a round went through Jones' arm.

  “Fuck!” Jones screamed in agony.

  “I didn't ask for any other word!” Linda screamed. “The only thing I want to hear is that cell opening!”

  “Alright! Alright!” Jones yelled place his hand on the cell glass. The glass slid open, and with a wide smile, I made my way out.

  “Get out of here.” Linda said, keeping the gun pointed at Jones.

  “They're going to make you a wanted woman.” I said.

  “We're all going to be wanted, but we'll deal with it. Get out of here.” Linda said.

  “No. I'm staying here.” I decided. “What's next?”

  “Get us some toys.” Linda said before she looked back at Jones. “Walk.” She demanded. With his hands up, Officer Jones made his way from the jail cells and into the main offices. As we walked in, the room went into an organized panic, and every officer, whether at a desk or walking around, went for their guns.

  “Pull your guns and I blow this officer's brains out!” Linda shouted. I stood behind her as she kept real close to Jones, keeping the gun pointed at his head. The room stood still, and the officers kept a stare at Linda.

  “It's about forty officers in here, and one of you.” Jones said, keeping his hands up.

  “Do you really think I'm alone?” Linda asked.

  As she said that, our cult of about fourty members made their way into the station, filling up the offices.

  “If any of you corrupted fucks does anything, I will kill this motherfucker!” Linda shouted. I could feel the intensity in her voice. “Slowly pull your guns from your holsters and drop on the floor!” Linda demanded. The officers in the room did just that, their guns slamming onto the floor. The cult members quickly moved in and grabbed pistols. I made my way to a vacant pistol and pointed mine at a nearby officer.

  “Bag the rest of the guns and move out.” Linda said, and the cult followed, throwing the remaining guns in a black bag.

  “Ready to move out?” Linda asked, keeping the gun on Jones.

  “Am I?” I said, excited. This was what the movement needed. This was our moment to begin a change in society. To bring back the good, before this system went darker.

  “We'll find you easily.” Jones said. “You'll be going down for an array of charges.”

  “What about him?” I asked looking at Linda.

  “You want a hostage?” she asked with a smile.

  “Oh fuck you!” Jones shouted before I pointed the gun to his head.

  “You stay with us buddy!” I said.

  “Let's move out!” Linda shouted, and the cult began to clear out of the station.

  Packed upfront of a hover van was Jones and I, while Linda drove. The vehicle cruised downtown and my eyes were glued to the Emerald State Building. “Stop here!” I shouted. The van stopped.

  Linda looked at me. “Why?”

  “I have a better idea.” I said, staring up at the top of the building.

  The cult remained in the van as Linda, Officer Jones and I made our way inside the state building. We fled to the stairwell and hiked our way to the roof, busting out into the windy top.

  “Move!” I shouted, pointing my gun at Jones, who had his hands up. He then turned around.

  “What's your move, threaten to throw me off the roof?” Jones said. “Whatever ransom you ladies receive won't save you from incarceration.”

  “Threaten?” I asked, walking closer to him. “You're an example. You're our beacon of fear.”

  “The only example I'm making is how good it's going to feel when all of those officers shoot you two dead.” Jones laughed. “Besides...” he said peeking over the edge. “You're example isn't going to work from up here. No one's going to see me!”

  “You're right.” I said, pulling the trigger, popping him in the head. His body jerked back and his body plunged off of the roof. I looked at Linda, who's face was in a state of shock.

  “Claire, you just...”

  “I just killed one of the instruments of this corrupted system.” I said.

  His body slammed onto a hover vessel below and I smiled as I stared down at his mutilated, broken body. We made it. We were the news. We were so profiled, that the media began naming us. Names like the “The End Cult” or “Death Hounds” and my personal favorite, “Catalysts of The Gen” were making us the talk of the territories.

  August 13th, 2145

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sp; “Good morning inmates!” Sgt Banuelos' voice echoed over the speaker. It broke my sleep. “This is your lead escort speaking. Don't and I repeat, don't get too comfortable. We are set to arrive on the surface of the sun in ten minutes!”

  His voice was loud and annoying and for the next ten days, I had to hear it.

  “I wish they would've put windows inside this hunk of metal.” Marie said.

  “That would ruin the suspense.” Babe replied.

  The ship shook and loud winds could be heard from the outside.

  “Sounds pretty intense out there.” I said. I was beyond nervous.

  “It'll be all we're hearing when we die.” Ice laughed.

  Suddenly the shaking of the ship stopped. The cockpit door opened and Sgt Banuelos entered our quarters. Our suits unlocked and lifted, allowing us to finally step outside the mechanical shells.

  “Inmates. We have made it to Sonne Graol. Now if you don't want an early execution, you'll follow me down into the facility.” he explained, and with that, the floor beneath us began to split open, revealing a ladder dropping down into a deep tunnel. Four escorts made there way into the quarters.

  “Follow me.” he said climbing down the ladder. I moved next, climbing down the dark tunnel. While slowly keeping my balance upon the ladder, I looked down seeing orange lighting below. I continued down as Marie was climbing down above me.

  “Marie, I think it would be important to let you know how much of a nice ass you have.” I joked.

  “It is a nice piece of ass isn't it.” Marie laughed.

  As we moved closer to the bottom, the ladder was cut off. “What now!?” I asked, seeing no sign of Sgt. Banuelos. Just a glass flooring beneath me, plated over what looked to be a field of flames.

  “Drop down!” Sgt Banuelos voice shouted. I let go of the ladder and I dropped onto the floor. As I moved out of the way, my eyes peered upon the large, see-through walls that were surrounded by flames. The facility was a giant space. Like a glamorous, glass mansion with no furniture. I crouched down and knocked on what looked to be the glass floor.

  “This can't be glass.” I said.

  “It's not.” Sgt Banuelos said.

  I saw the other inmates drop into the structure.

  “I assume some of us are going to be cleaning windows.” Babe commented staring astounded at the prison's strange but lavish, interior structure.

  “Though it may resemble the appearance and the feel of glass, it's an specially engineered element. Extremely durable.” The Sergeant explained.

  “Where are the cells?” Marie asked.

  “There are none.” The Sergeant replied.

  “So there's no food, and no cells to separate us for obvious reasons.”

  “Listen. I know what you've fuck-ups have done. You're all killers. Murderers. So I'm going to have a hard time believing that you guys can't defend yourselves.”

  “So it's okay if these guys rape me in the shower?” Aliza asked sarcastically.

  “If me or any of the escorts feel that your well-being is in danger, we'll intervene.” Sgt. Banuelos replied. “Water is up there in the ship. Enjoy it, because when day ten hits, it ain't gonna cool you off anymore.”

  CHAPTER 6 - PSYCHOTICALLY INSPIRED

  August 13th, 2145 – Day 1

  I took my time analyzing the facility. No cells and no boxes of confinement. I assumed the guys in the suits had plenty of confidence in this hell hole. As I entered another corridor, I noticed a few boxes sitting on a table. I walked over to the boxes and peered inside. Sitting inside the boxes were a pile of oranges. I dug my hand in the box and grabbed one, twirling it in my hand.

  “Quite the cuisine.” a voice said behind me.

  “Food to match the master of our demise?” I said.

  “They thought it all out I suppose.”

  I brought the orange to my mouth and dug into the outer skin with my front two teeth, cutting a slit into it. I started peeling it.

  “So everyone was getting around with each other, and you never bothered to tell us.” I started.

  “Tell you what?” Lucas asked.

  “Tell us why you're here.”

  Lucas chuckled. I chuckled along.

  “Tell us what sick and twisted reason why you're here.” I laughed.

  “It's amazing how we can laugh at our crimes.”

  “Only thing worth doing when you're scheduled to die.”

  “I don't think it's necessary.” Lucas said.

  “Come on.” I said. “We have a woman in here who killed her children. It can't get any worse than that.”

  “Oh it can.” Lucas replied. “I'd rather die among people who don't know about the shit I've done.” Lucas said walking off.

  What a weird fuck. Everyone here had spilled their beans. What made this motherfucker so different? What the fuck did he do, rape the Pope? As I began picking apart the orange, I started making my way to the restroom, which the walls in here were also transparent. There were no stalls. Just the toilets that sat next to each other as if were going to have a tea party with one another while taking a piss. I came to a mirror and stared at it for a moment. I glared at my reflection. I missed my signature eye liner I wore when I was out and my pink lipstick that made me look somewhat casual, I missed freedom.

  October 21st, 2129

  Linda and I now had a golden fucking star on our resumes after the murder of that cop, but that didn't mean we were going to hide. The establishment feared us, but they didn't want to kill us. That would've only helped our cause. If anything, they were going to keep us behind bars for a very long time. Despite how bad the authorities wanted us, we continued our efforts to press fear into the hearts of those who were against us. Maybe the most exciting part of our operations were the initiations. It was also the most crucial part. Rounding up a few young bucks who believed in our message. They clamored to us and lined up to us like young interns, fresh out of high school. Linda and I vacated an abandoned warehouse and we set up shop there, keeping out of sight from the authorities. There, we smuggled the cult hopefuls like drugs across the border and we interviewed them to see if they were bold enough to carry our message. To see if they had what it takes to fight in a war worth fighting instead of keeping quiet. I was able to spot a few who were worthy but a large majority seemed feeble minded. I could tell that these were going to be the ones that would hang out in the back of the crowd while the bigots took shots at the ones standing on the front lines. We poured in 75 newbies. We equipped them and we marched through the streets armed and masked. We were masquerades of a new revolution.

  Present – Day 2

  A day down and the feeling in my stomach grew with intensity. I made my way to the restroom and scanned my worn out image in the mirror, looking at my messy, brown hair and my chapped lips which housed my yellow teeth. I spat into my hands and rubbed my eyes. As I opened them, I saw a figure standing behind me. It was Ice.

  “Even in this shit-hole, there's still a men's room on the other side.” I said.

  “I know. Even in a shit-hole like this, I gotta get some pussy.” he said as he grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the transparent wall. As I bounced, I felt a sharp pain across my forehead. I hit the floor, feeling warm blood slide on my face. I felt Ice on my back as he began to rip my pants off of me. He slid my panties down my thighs and ventured into me. A violation I never expected to happen. I could feel him, carelessly rummaging through my body for a brief sense of satisfaction. I pondered on the thought of fighting back but I didn't have the strength to get him off, nor keep him off. I decided to let him continue his dirty work on me. I kept my head down and the cut on my head created a pool of blood. The thrusts then stopped. I then felt the weight of his body release, which I knew he got off, but I didn't move. I played dead like I was being attacked by a bear. I nervously laid stiff, waiting for some kind of remark from the guy, but the next thing I heard was his him walking out of the restroom. Rape and soon-to-be-death. That was the welco
ming gift of the shit-hole. Good'ol Sonne Graol. I took a mental pause, just to assess the situation. Raped and bleeding on the bathroom floor. Could be worse I suppose. I could be dead already. Then again that would've been the better alternative. Peacefully going out by lethal injection. I picked myself up and made my way out of the restroom. I didn't bother complaining to Sgt. Banuelos. I felt he really wouldn't have gave a shit. I limped my way through the corridors of the prison. Not sure where Ice had went to hide but before I was to be vaporized by the sun, I vowed I was going to get that fucker back. I continued moping, eying the dancing patterns of the sun through the prison walls. It was amazing that we were able to even look at this phenomenon but thanks to the construction of this place, it was possible. I wasn't a scientist, so I couldn't explain it in my head even if I wanted to. At that moment, I could hear whining coming from somewhere in this area. My curiosity buzzed and I felt there was nothing better for me to do at this point but investigate. I made my way to the source of the sound; a small section of the corridor. Crouched there was Ellie. I was hesitant to talk to her. I wasn't sure if this psycho bitch was going to flip out and snap my neck. I went to a knee next to her.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Why do you pester me?!” Ellie screamed. Her eyes were reddened and wide.

  “What the hell is your problem lady!?” I snapped back.

  “Your souls are lathered in evil. I await your cleansing by keeping to myself.”

  “Not the best way to go out.”

  “This was not the fate I wished for.” Ellie said, staring out. Her shiny eyeballs peered behind me and stayed staring past me. “This was not the way things should have went.”

  “I don't know. Punishment for murdering your kids sounds pretty fair to me.” I said.

  “Of course you would speak up for those spoiled demons.”

  “You honestly believe that your children were demons?”

  “I don't believe. I know. I could hear them mumble their demonic languages to each other. Their hellish conversations they held. Plotting fire. Prepping for the end of time.”