“There
had to be others who were immune like me… right? I mean, maybe I am the only
one left, but before me, there must have
been others like me with the same… what is it that the government calls them again?
Oh, mental defects, that’s it. On the outside, I look just like everyone else.
Okay, that’s not exactly true, because with my jet-black hair and piercing gray
eyes, I definitely stick out in a
crowd.
And
the mental defects part? It’s because I am a Rebel. I didn't choose to become one,
I was born one. When you are a baby in my village, you are given a title. The
government says that your title is decided by the stars. As if the stars know
anything. Anyways, when I was born, I was given the title of Rebel.
A
Rebel is born only once every one million years. A Rebel is immune to…mortality.
I can live forever. Until my sixteenth birthday, I am immortalized. But on my
sixteenth birthday, this power disappears. But once every trillion years, a
Rebel is born that is immortal forever. The government hates Rebels. And on
their sixteenth birthday, the government will kill them, and they are usually
always successful. So I have to die the day I turn sixteen. Today is my
sixteenth birthday.”
“Perfect
Blue, please come forward”, a computerized voice says over the intercom. I jump
up out of my chair, then walk towards the ominous black door. The door slides
open in front of me, and I walk through the door, trembling like a leaf in the
wind, my skin so pale, it is almost translucent. “Perfect Blue?” a lady with
curly auburn hair asks. Not trusting my voice, I nod. “My name is Arbela, and I’m
going to ask you some questions, okay?” the lady says. Once again, I nod. It’s
not like I have a choice anyway.
“Sit down” Arbela instructs me, pointing to a
wooden, hard-backed chair. I sit obediently, the chair creaking under my
weight. Arbela sits down across from me, in a comfortable couch. Shouldn’t I be
at least comfortable if I’m about to die? “You were orphaned at the age of
seven, correct?” Arbela’s comforting voice brings me back to earth. Such a nice
voice for a person who is preparing to kill me. “Yes” I respond. “After your
parents died, you lived in government housing, and were provided food, water
and other resources by the government, and have stayed there ever since you
were orphaned?” Arbela asks. I nod ‘yes’ again. “That’s all” Arbela says, and
walks out of the room. “Stay here” she instructs me. Then, she leaves.
I
wait for what seems like hours. Then, finally, a group of doctors walk in, the
lead doctor carrying a syringe. Turning towards the other doctors, the lead
doctor says “This poison will cause death in a matter of seconds.” The other doctors must be the lead doctor’s
students. Turning back to me, the doctor plunges the needle into my arm. I wait
for the pain, but feel nothing. I am still alive.
I
hear the buzz of chatter from the group of doctors. “Why isn’t she dead?” I
hear a doctor say. Suddenly there is an explosion. The smoke from the explosion
blocks my view for a couple of seconds, and when it clears, I see Arbela. “Run!”
She says. I sit in stunned silence for a moment. I finally realize what I have
to do. “Thank you.” I say to Arbela, before running into the burning, golden
sunset.
Story I wrote for ELA (english language arts) about a Dystopian society
