Zera

I remember falling. That's all there was to it, falling. The sound of wind couldn't be heard, just the midnight sky. I don't remember how I ended up there, to this day I can't understand what happened. I was so afraid. Death was around the corner. I had been falling for sometime.

    I woke up screaming. The thick walls within my room kept my scream from being heard by others. My alarm buzzed beside me, just the beeping itself irritated me this early in the morning. Coffee sounded good, but I was too lazy to get it. I got up slowly, stretching and yawning my sleep away. I wasn't tired. I'd never been tired, I just slept and ate like clockwork..

My room had plain white walls, no pictures for any memories. I didn't want them. I barely had them. I'd been having the same dream for months, for some reason it felt true. The people here didn't care to listen, they just thought something was disturbing me. Then again, they didn't care for anyone anymore.

Creaking. I quickly looked to my door and saw it was opening. Same rate at usual. White suits just around the corridor, the suit in front of me fit the body of a woman, then again, here you wouldn't know. Everything had to be, just so complicated. Why so complicated? One simple thing was that everything was mainly white. Except for the different ranks. Even my own dress was white.

    "Child, you're needed again." A woman's dark soothing voice spoke from within the suit. Needing me again? All I could do was nod. All they ever needed me for was to make a final choosing on who was next, I was chosen to be trained to pick them. If it ever came to it I was trained to fight. I wasn't allowed to be emotional about it. About anything. One day I'll be the one to leave. A child or elder would be abandoned in this world filled with radiation since we weren't allowed to overpopulate, so every three days I had to choose one to leave.

    As I looked at my options my face quickly went cold. Not them, why them? These three why? They've proved they're worth tenth fold. Why, why my sister, father or my mother? I saw them as family, even if I didn't remember my real family. They protected me. They helped me through the system to be put me higher than the rest, until I'm useless. One had to go, or I'd be the next one to go, and I didn't have enough information to leave yet. Not yet. I repeated this in my head, and pointed to the only blonde on the small tablet they were on. My mother. She was the eldest and she'd always wanted to see the outside world. It may seem cruel, but might as well make her small dream come true. I just hope it isn't the monstruos world they made us believe it is.

I watched as she was escorted to the first gate, a sudden odd feeling welling up inside. I question how much more information I really needed, and whether this was even worth it. It had to been done though. My memories, they were a key I needed. Everyone here remembered they were born here, but I don't remember from falling a place so bright, but from somewhere dark.. The night. We didn't have night here, so where was I?

    "You're not regretting anything, are you?" A dark deep hollow voice followed from behind me. He must've noticed the emotion on my face. I couldn't say yes, but he already knew the answer. He tricked me. He had chosen those three on purpose. As a test. I wanted to yell, to be angry. She was gone and he wanted me to be angry, He wanted something. I turned to face him. His suit red unlike the pure white, or grey of the others, "No." I said blankly as I stared at him.

    He nodded slowly and turned to walk down the corridor behind him. I looked back down the railing towards the ground. I saw my father, cradling my sister, Evanna, within his arms, and crying with her. They were true family and I just became their enemy. For a second I wanted to fall again, but that wouldn't get me anywhere.

Cassian

God, I hate Sundays. I groaned warily. I got up, my back still hurting from last week, and looked outside. I saw a little girl and her white suit father crying. Weaklings, crying over another one of many soon to be dead. I walked outside, past the archives and noticed an odd woman, more of a girl if I'm honest, eyeing me. Wasn't she the new-bee banisher? Pathetic, wanting to do something as cruel as that just to spare yourself. I kept walking towards my work office.

As I sat down at my desk I couldn't help but crack a sly smile. I had done so much work for the past two years, building more than just some program. I had been working on Cataclypse, and it would destroy this place. Then, finally, I could rebuild it in my own image and go to my real home. A place where the weak didn't exist.

Just a three more days, and then it would all end. I was coding a new archive system, while also installing a timer that would be shutting down power grids and establishing the Cataclypse code. The time is coming, for a new empire to rise. 

This hellhole was about to come crashing down, and I was going to enjoy every, last, minute. Once that happened, then people would know the truth. They would know the fear, that they cruelly forced on others.

I had no liking for this place from the minute I was born.

All my life I was abused, and hurt. A kick to my face, stomp on my chest, a slug to the gut, all because of my father, because my father,. wasn't happy with this lucrative society. The worst part was, school wasn't any better.

They fed us lies, and expected us to believe them. They told us that we weren't alone, that we had allies to help us get through any and trouble that came our way, yet there is only one way in, one way out, and a dessert surrounding us. And if we refused to believe, like me, you would get whipped over, and over, and over, until your back was nothing but raw, bloody flesh. And if you still had the strength to stand, and to resist, you would get the more unusual punishments. And they were not any better.

But soon it'll be my turn, my turn to torture, and abuse all of the twisted, cruel citizens of this wretched place, and I will, until the streets are painted red, a color I knew all too well.