Prompt Swap #6: Turned, Chapter 1 Maybe

[cassadanya]

I got Tjmachado for prompt swap and chose: Dystopian AU out of the four I was given. Thanks for the great idea, I hope this does your prompt justice.

This may be turned into a series
Hope you enjoy. I wrote this entire thing today when one of my classes got canceled, surounded by cheerleaders with way too much pep, so... Yeah.




PauseUnPause P.O.V

The first thing you notice on choosing day is the lack of noise. The village, which was usually full of the noise of hard working people and children at play was now completely silent. Fear hung heavy in the air, the sky was gray, the perfect setting for a death as determined by The Law. The Law didn’t care for it’s people, we were like slaves, we were slaves. We were forced to give up close to everything we had to The Law so they were happy, safe, warm, and superior. I knew they were scared of rebellion. The Law knew we wouldn’t fight back if it put the lives of our loved ones at stake, and they knew that starving us and overworking us was the best way to stop a rebellion. They were so scared we would fight back that most of the year we were trapped in maps The Law called “The Waking” but the village called it “The Walking Dead”. “The Waking” was a way of scaring the people into obeying The Law, it was population control, and entertainment to The Law all at once. Everyone, from the youngest baby to the oldest woman was required to participate and most would die.

There was a good chance I would be chosen to die today. The Law claimed that the person to die was chosen randomly, but we all knew that was untrue. Last year Vintage the butcher was chosen to die, this wasn’t long after he had given some poor girls some mutton that was supposed to be for The Law. He was a nice man and did not deserve to die, but The Law must publicly execute someone in each village every year. It was the way the showed that they had all the power. That anything we do, no matter how hard we try could never bring them down. I had fed a gold encrusted apple to a horse when I heard they were coming around to collect gold. I had rathered the horse had it then The Law. I think a spy saw me, I know a spy saw me. I will probably be next to die. If the apple hadn’t sealed my death I knew what I was doing now would. I had pulled out my old paints, my head dress, and my bow and arrow. I was dressed in the clothes I had worn before The Law and before the “Sleep Of Years”. I was PauseUnPause again, a full blooded indian who raised horses.

Aureylian’s P.O.V

I wished more than anything that today would be over. I hated knowing that I would later look into the eyes of a dead man, woman, or child. We were forced to look directly at that person as they were beheaded or stabbed, trampled by a horse, or squashed by anvil. I would never forget the year before, when the kindly butcher Vintage was sliced apart bit by bit and fed to the village animals. I had to watch, they cut him apart while he was still alive. He finally lost consciousness after they cut off his left leg. I can only hope that wherever he is he forgets the pain. I didn’t fear much for my life, this world was as close to a living hell you could get. I would rather it be me, than some innocent child like my boo. I wished there was some age limit, I wish my three year old daughter would not have to see death up close. Be forced to watch someone get ripped apart limb by limb.

As I approached the village square I tried to refrain from meeting anyones eye. Most people stared at the ground until instructed to do otherwise. The few people that tried to start conversations at the choosing were either old and confused, or young and clueless. I walked up and joined the crowd gathered around a small wooden platform. The crowd parted for me and Boo and I grabbed her hand tighter as we made our way to the front. Everyone was expected to watch closely and shorter people and children were directed up front. We all waited in silence for the voice to come over the speakers. It was the only time we heard The Law himself. As I heard the crackling of the speakers turning on I shook. Boo noticed and came closer to me snuggling into my leg. I hoped it wasn't a child, I hoped it wasn't someone who was kind or hardworking. I hoped it wasn't anyone.


"Aureylian."

I blinked, then blinked again. The crowd gasped. I looked down at Boo and whispered in her ear, "I love you baby, be good," then I walked to the platform. I was shaking and my heart could probably be heard by the whole village. I was going to die. My daughter was going to watch me die. I tried my best to remain calm, I knew from previous years that if the chosen one freaked out random crowd members or their family would be killed as well. I didn't want anyone to hurt Boo. A rope was brought out and put on a pole to one side of the stage. On one end was a noose. A box was placed in front of me and I was instructed to stand on it, I looked into the crowd and stared into the tear filled eyes of my daughter. I hope she could see how much I loved her in my eyes. I hoped she could see through the tears. Then the box was removed. I slowly lost consciousness and struggled for air. Before I died, I heard a gunshot.

Comments

[tjmachado]

Oh... Oh god. You wrote that while surrounded by pep? Claps

Anyway... Yeesh I want more. I didn't except my dystopian prompt to pull out something like this, even though it's... Well, a dystopia.

Oh, and The Law is a "him", technically evil/controlling, makes maps... Totally hinting at Vechs. Very likely going to be not Vechs.

[cassadanya]

Thanks. I'm not sure who it's going to be...

[shaziru]

*Claps*

[(Anonymous)]

Great story hope to see more!!!

-Eclipse

[cat_in_a_box]

I started to cry. Not a bad thing, though.

[cassadanya]

Thanks. I cannot begin to tell you what that means to me.

[blue_cats]

I feel like its a bad thing that I don't cry when reading, only waching movies, or listening to people talk. Is that bad that I have read enough to just stop crying and just go numb for a second, and recover. I feel like I should be crying.

Blue_cats