artober day 14: eyes on fire
artober day 14: eyes on fire
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Quinn: So you and Scylla. How long has this been going on?
Raelle: Eleven months, four days and twelve hours
Scylla:Eleven month, four days and six hours
Scylla: Well you see Raelle counts from the time we met, while I count from the first time we....
Raelle: Scylla! That's my godmother
Quinn: Damn you girls work fast
Raelle chaneling Jason Mendoza
Hi all! I wanted to post the prologue and first chapter of my futuristic/dystopian story, “5001″. Unfortunately I won’t be able to get into ao3 until Sunday BUT I wanted to give everyone a taste before then :) let me know what you think, I'm ready to go on this wild ride with you guys!
In the year 2024, the United States of America fell into an economic depression far worse than the Great Depression of 1930. Hundreds of thousands were forced to evacuate their homes to live on the streets, while others fought for their lives daily. The rich became the poor, and the poor starved to the point of emaciation and death. The country was then divided into six regions, doing away with democracy and politics. Each region was governed by a commander, who also served as the leader of the facilities that were placed in each state of their region.
The six commanders sought help internationally, as the land of the free became the land of destruction and turmoil. The Republic of China, which was the wealthiest and most industrialized country in the world, offered to help. But there was one rule. In order for China to help boost America out of the economic depression, the United States had to adopt the "two-child policy", which the Chinese had been using since the 1970s. The policy stated that each family was allowed to have two children, but none more. There was also another stipulation to the deal. Every ten years the commanders of the six regions in America will take the newborns (boys and girls alike) from the previous year and shall place them into a learning facility where they will stay for the next twenty years.
These facilities would be put in place to teach the children harsh ways of life, to deter them from making the same mistakes past generations have. Over time, the children become less compassionate and less empathetic. Once the twenty years was up, they would graduate and be put back out into society. The six commanders were hesitant to take such a brutal deal, knowing the United States would be indebted to the Chinese. After a few days of deliberation, the six commanders agreed to the deal, the contract going into effect immediately. The six commanders made an exception and declared that every 5,000th child from each state would be spared from the facility. "Do not fear. Your children will be safe. They will not be harmed, nor will they be indoctrinated in any way. Our country will rise again." – Commander Solomon of Region Four
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness."- Alejandro Jodorowsky
I was woken up by the sound of the alarms. Red lights were flashing throughout my room riotously, the alarms loud and earsplitting. I instinctively covered them with my petite hands, half asleep, hoping I wouldn't suffer another busted eardrum like I had previously when I heard the alarms for the first time. The purpose of the loudness was to warn the citizens of downtown Boston as well, the sound echoing off every skyscraper and every home window. The alarms meant one thing and one thing only: someone had escaped.
Sitting up in my twin sized bed, I slide out of the covers with my hands still clamped over my ears. The white tiled floor was cold against my feet as I scurried over to the granite windowsill, looking out the barred window that overlooked the city just in time to see a dark figure running across the yard below. The full moon was the only light guiding them through the gloomy night as they darted and weaved throughout the courtyard hoping to find a way out. The Ramshorn facility didn't bother with a fence because once you decided to run, you were as good as dead.
Out of nowhere I heard a bang, and my heart shivered. I jolted at the sound. Leaning closer to the window to see the figure on the ground grabbing at their leg, that's when I felt it: a shockwave of electrocution coursing through my veins. My bones hummed, and my body tensed. I stood paralyzed, unable to utter a single word because of the excruciating pain. Gripping onto the windowsill to keep myself from falling over, I closed my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth as the shockwaves continued in intervals of ten seconds. Somehow managing to open my eyes just enough to look out the window once again, to my surprise, the figure got back up and continued running despite the electric volts trying to subdue them—and albeit, a gunshot wound. It would all be worth it if they could just escape.
After about three rounds of the shock treatments, they stopped. I instantly fell to my knees trying to catch the breath that I had been holding, my muscles twitching and spasming with every move I made. As I was regaining my strength on the cold tiled floor, I heard a few more rounds of gunshots being fired like fireworks in the sky, fearing the inevitable. I sighed and shook my head. It was pointless to run.
My mind started racing putting faces with Numbers hoping it wasn't 5007, the girl with dark blond hair and brown eyes. I absentmindedly touched the crescent moon scar on the curve of my left elbow, remembering the last time I heard the alarms.
It happened two years ago during my seventeenth year at the facility while working in the library where it was my job to put the books away. As I was placing a book on the shelf, the alarms sounded. It startled me and I jerked back, cutting my elbow on a screw that jutted out from the book cart. I instinctively grabbed my arm and winced in pain as blood dripped through my fingers, staining the tan carpet of the facility library with crimson droplets. The unfamiliar warmth and slickness made my stomach twist, and the distinct smell of iron made me nauseous. The alarms wailed as the library was dancing with red light, the combination of the flashing lights and the quick loss of blood had my head spinning.
Shock treatments soon followed, and I inevitably found myself on the floor, my body as stiff as a board, slightly twitching as the electric current flowed through me like a battery. I closed my eyes trying to rid the pain of the electrocution, the stinging in my elbow long forgotten. Lying there for what seemed like hours before I heard a door open and the shuffling of feet across the ground, I then felt a warm hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice muffled by the alarms and my clouded ears that felt like they were stuffed with cotton. I looked up to see a brown-headed guard with piercing blue eyes and instantly recognized her as she had woken me up every morning for the past year.
I shook my head and said, "No, ma'am" but I knew she probably hadn't heard me since it came out as a whisper. It took every ounce of remaining strength I had to pull my arm out from underneath me and turn slightly to show her my bloodied elbow hoping she would understand. Thankfully she nodded and carefully helped me back onto my feet and led me out of the library down the hall.
We were almost to the infirmary when I stopped, feeling like I had just stepped off a carousel. I placed my weak and bloodied hand against one of the whitewashed walls of the facility, noticing the other kids were lined up side by side with their heads between their knees. Protocol for when the alarms sounded. Feeling queasy, my vision started to blur. It was like I was looking through a kaleidoscope that never ended, every shape blurring into one. My surroundings soon turned black, gradient into darkness. The last thing I saw was the brown-headed guard running over to me and catching me before I hit the ground, surely to cause more damage than a cut elbow. She carried my limp, twitching body the rest of the way to the infirmary and carefully laid me down on one of the beds. I was starting to momentarily come to when I heard her talking to one of the nurses about my injury, and I barely heard something of a promise to return as she walked out the door before closing my eyes once more and surrendering to a restless slumber.
The memory was interrupted by a knock on my door. Shakily standing up from the ground and walking over to the frame, I ran my hand over the sensor on the wall to swiftly slide it open to find the brown-headed guard with blue eyes. She looked me up and down quickly before opening her mouth.
"Are you okay?" she shouted over the alarms. Her voice was like that of silver, clear and smooth.
"Yes, ma'am," I shouted back. She nodded slightly before walking away.
Rule #1: Thou shall treat guards and professors with respect by calling them "sir" or "ma'am" considerably.
I closed the door and walked back into my small, rectangular room, hoisting myself on top of the windowsill. The chill of the stone caused goose bumps to rise on my skin, and as I looked back out the barred window at the glowing city, the figure was nowhere in sight.
A/N: I wrote this story some eight years ago, and I fell in love with Motherland and wanted to try and convert it. I hope you all like it, it is a story very near and dear to me. See you Sunday!
So excited🙌🤩 obsessed with Motherland Fort Salem!
Artober day 13: The Last Slice 🍕
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i made this for moi but sharing is caring so
My babies 😂❤️
Pessoal a série provavelmente irá chegar na Star+ Br e Latam até o fim desse mês segundo o Twitter oficial deles
"Guys the series will probably arrive on Star + by the end of this month according to their official Twitter"
Vamos maratonar bastante e não se esqueçam de assinar a petição
Let's do a lot of marathoning and don't forget to sign the petition
We finally reached 21 thousand signatures
every time taylor hickson and amalia holm shares #raylla fan arts i’m 🥺🥺🥺 every. time.
S1 vs S2 Raylla. See how Scylla is no longer shorter than Raelle? That is called character growth people.