Hello friends! This one…I like this weeks short story. Really, I do. I am putting it in my file of stories that could be more. Woot! But let’s get on with this. It’s also not very long. So, yay for quick read!
The Unlucky Ones
The lucky ones are the ones that the government only checks in on about once a month. We don’t talk about the unlucky ones, but not for reasons you may think. The unlucky ones are not the ones that are under constant surveillance from the government, they are the ones that have crept under the government’s watch. No one knows their names, where they are, who they are, or what they plan to do next.
The unlucky ones are the ones that slip through the shadows and if they are ever spotted, they are shot on sight. The government does not have time for these people and the ideas they may get. There is a whole community of the unlucky ones, and I am one of them.
My name is Hera. But don’t let the name fool you. There is nothing special about me. I was born into a world where I am forced to hide. It started with my parents and their need to get out from under the government. After both of my parents died I found out that it was my fault that they had to go into the underground, to live among the unlucky ones. The year I was born, the government was killing every fourth girl that was born. It was something about population control and balancing out the ratio of boys and girls. The government is all about controlling the population and making sure there is an even ratio of boys and girls. The better to pair you with someone when you are old enough to marry.
My parents were in an arranged marriage and that didn’t bother them. They didn’t even blink an eye about the babies that were being put to rest because they were the wrong gender. Until it came to being their child that would be laid to rest, their child that would be killed just because I was a girl. It was then that their eyes were opened, and they ran.
The government tracked them down one day and killed them. I was 16 at the time and hid in the rafters of the warehouse we had been living in. We had been there too long and I told them so. They also killed my boyfriend and his family that same night. I have been on the run since. I have become the governments most wanted unlucky one. I have exceeded their expectations. I think now they want to recruit me, but I will never join the monsters that have killed my parents and friends. I will never stand behind the monsters that take children from their homes to control the population.
I have learned their secrets. It has taken me five years to get to where I am today, standing right outside the governments headquarters. They are a stupid bunch. It was only last year that I found out they had one home base. One government headquarters where all their information and important people have been kept. How dumb can you be? They think they are safer in numbers, but they have only given the unlucky ones an advantage. I only have one place to take down to start a new world where we are all free. The unlucky ones will bring light to those that are still lost in the darkness of the governments lies.
I have not come to plea with the government. I have come to destroy them. And behind me are all the unlucky ones, ready to fight, ready to die to free the ones who think they are the lucky ones. In this world the only lucky ones are those who sit in these buildings that tower over the chaos and decay of a sad world. I didn’t become the unlucky one’s savior, I became their wake up call. I became the voice they needed to push them to stop hiding in the shadows and finally take back what is ours. For my parents, my friends, and those yet to come, I am the harbinger of change, of death, of freedom.
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