Chapter 1
Part 1
Gwen
I have for you one more message - said suddenly booming voice.
I froze.
With fear I could not move.
All I could do was look at Matt.
His face could also be read in horror.
- After so many years without any cultural events, we decided to give you some entertainment.- Our mayor again said - Therefore, from the day tomorrow will be organized an event under the title of "Slave Games".
Matt's eyes widened.
His lips quivered.
I was still standing in the same place, and my thoughts turned into a hurricane, with every word of the mayor becoming bigger and bigger.
- There will be two girls and two boys from each district, he continued. - The winner will have the honor of serving our president as a slave with a cut-off language - he smiled.
I looked at Matt, tears in his eyes.
And suddenly something was moving in me and I began to squeeze into him. As in the movie, everything started to slow down. The mayor spoke at what hour we should come, and I drift all the way forward. People are banging my elbows and I'm moving on.
Gradually, my steps are moving.
After a while I run so fast that no one can stop me. The next second is in my arms as shaken as a baby. Afterwards, people started to leave the square, so we also had to roll up. Instead of turning down the alley leading to the estate we turned into a path leading to the forest.
On our way to our hideout, I remembered our first meeting.
It was two years ago for the afternoon tea at his mom's. My mom got me there because she wanted me to meet him.
I was not impressed with this idea.
As I remember his first sentence yesterday: "What is the weather today we have not?"
At the memory of these words I smiled.
He saw my smile smiled at me.
- And think that two years ago was normal. There would not be all of the Slave Games, with those words his lips twitched slightly.
- If a silly millionaire did not go bankrupt and give his own creation into the hands of some murderer - he added with a bitterness.
This murderer, of course, is our president.
- You will not change the past. - I fired.
- The future probably does not. - he said sadly. - I have a family. Unexpectedly raised tone - I'm not going to leave her. -He added. -And it's still in white day.
There was silence.
We just came to our place. I sat down on a tree branch and Matt next to me. We were silent for a few hours until it finally got dark and we had to go home.
Particularly today, the guards will watch if no one escapes in connection with tomorrow. As we said goodbye, we hugged and went each other in their direction.
Our grove disappeared from my eyes. As I was coming back home, Matt said - "I have a family. I'm not going to leave her."
I thought about my mom and my dad, about my mom and daddy whom I could leave.
It is as if no matter how they win me, I'm going to die, and if they survive I'll be cut to serve the tyrant.
As I entered the house, my mom and dad talked in the kitchen, the radio was dancing and the dinner was waiting for me, and there was a silent silence in the corridor, but her mother struggled to swallow. tears.
- What happened? - I asked, but the silent silence answered me.
- What happened? - I repeated.
- Dad killed. They were here at home and they were jerking around. Real slaughter - to say she went into a spasmatic cry.
What she said barely reached me.
My eyes widened and my tears fell.
What a scoundrel!
I did know what's in our neighborhood to mean "slaughter."
The man would not do anything and pull you out of the dead dwelling.I grabbed the phone, dialed Matt's number, and ran upstairs.
Matt picked up the moment after I got to his room. He promised me When I finished talking with him, I sat on the bed in my Turkish bed, staring at the picture on the dresser where I was with my parents, how the power could destroy the family, then I lay down and huddled in The last thought that went through my head was: "If I win my dad's win, but not with the cut-off language."
* * *
The next day I was awakened by my mummy.
She carried in her hands a black frilly dress.
I knew well why she chose this color.
She still had dark eyes and a dirty hairstyle. Prior to giving her a kiss on her forehead and pouring on her shoulder I went to the bathroom to wash. Standing in front of the mirror I was thinking what would I have done to kill Matt.
But I quickly drove the thought away.
Once I had washed up, it was time to put on a dress. She fit like a glove. As if someone had made it for me. In a hurry, I tied my ponytail and joined mom at the door. Then we left in silence on the square near the square where we learned about this terrible event yesterday. At the entrance a man dropped us a little blood from his finger.
What happened to her did not notice, because the guard us started to search or do not have any weapons. They took the cell, and mom nothing because she had nothing on her.
I glared at him with an angry look. Then the others began to gather for us and we had to go. I was set at the opposite end of the square as my mum. After a while the whole square was full.
- I going to draw a couple of girls and a couple of boys now. - the mayor said.
At the sound of his voice I shuddered.
Without further admiration he drew four strips of paper with numbers and smiled at the gathered.
- The number 1045. - the voice said.
I waited with nervousness.
To be continued...
- After so many years without any cultural events, we decided to give you some entertainment.- Our mayor again said - Therefore, from the day tomorrow will be organized an event under the title of "Slave Games".
Matt's eyes widened.
His lips quivered.
I was still standing in the same place, and my thoughts turned into a hurricane, with every word of the mayor becoming bigger and bigger.
- There will be two girls and two boys from each district, he continued. - The winner will have the honor of serving our president as a slave with a cut-off language - he smiled.
I looked at Matt, tears in his eyes.
And suddenly something was moving in me and I began to squeeze into him. As in the movie, everything started to slow down. The mayor spoke at what hour we should come, and I drift all the way forward. People are banging my elbows and I'm moving on.
Gradually, my steps are moving.
After a while I run so fast that no one can stop me. The next second is in my arms as shaken as a baby. Afterwards, people started to leave the square, so we also had to roll up. Instead of turning down the alley leading to the estate we turned into a path leading to the forest.
On our way to our hideout, I remembered our first meeting.
It was two years ago for the afternoon tea at his mom's. My mom got me there because she wanted me to meet him.
I was not impressed with this idea.
As I remember his first sentence yesterday: "What is the weather today we have not?"
At the memory of these words I smiled.
He saw my smile smiled at me.
- And think that two years ago was normal. There would not be all of the Slave Games, with those words his lips twitched slightly.
- If a silly millionaire did not go bankrupt and give his own creation into the hands of some murderer - he added with a bitterness.
This murderer, of course, is our president.
- You will not change the past. - I fired.
- The future probably does not. - he said sadly. - I have a family. Unexpectedly raised tone - I'm not going to leave her. -He added. -And it's still in white day.
There was silence.
We just came to our place. I sat down on a tree branch and Matt next to me. We were silent for a few hours until it finally got dark and we had to go home.
Particularly today, the guards will watch if no one escapes in connection with tomorrow. As we said goodbye, we hugged and went each other in their direction.
Our grove disappeared from my eyes. As I was coming back home, Matt said - "I have a family. I'm not going to leave her."
I thought about my mom and my dad, about my mom and daddy whom I could leave.
It is as if no matter how they win me, I'm going to die, and if they survive I'll be cut to serve the tyrant.
As I entered the house, my mom and dad talked in the kitchen, the radio was dancing and the dinner was waiting for me, and there was a silent silence in the corridor, but her mother struggled to swallow. tears.
- What happened? - I asked, but the silent silence answered me.
- What happened? - I repeated.
- Dad killed. They were here at home and they were jerking around. Real slaughter - to say she went into a spasmatic cry.
What she said barely reached me.
My eyes widened and my tears fell.
What a scoundrel!
I did know what's in our neighborhood to mean "slaughter."
The man would not do anything and pull you out of the dead dwelling.I grabbed the phone, dialed Matt's number, and ran upstairs.
Matt picked up the moment after I got to his room. He promised me When I finished talking with him, I sat on the bed in my Turkish bed, staring at the picture on the dresser where I was with my parents, how the power could destroy the family, then I lay down and huddled in The last thought that went through my head was: "If I win my dad's win, but not with the cut-off language."
* * *
The next day I was awakened by my mummy.
She carried in her hands a black frilly dress.
I knew well why she chose this color.
She still had dark eyes and a dirty hairstyle. Prior to giving her a kiss on her forehead and pouring on her shoulder I went to the bathroom to wash. Standing in front of the mirror I was thinking what would I have done to kill Matt.
But I quickly drove the thought away.
Once I had washed up, it was time to put on a dress. She fit like a glove. As if someone had made it for me. In a hurry, I tied my ponytail and joined mom at the door. Then we left in silence on the square near the square where we learned about this terrible event yesterday. At the entrance a man dropped us a little blood from his finger.
What happened to her did not notice, because the guard us started to search or do not have any weapons. They took the cell, and mom nothing because she had nothing on her.
I glared at him with an angry look. Then the others began to gather for us and we had to go. I was set at the opposite end of the square as my mum. After a while the whole square was full.
- I going to draw a couple of girls and a couple of boys now. - the mayor said.
At the sound of his voice I shuddered.
Without further admiration he drew four strips of paper with numbers and smiled at the gathered.
- The number 1045. - the voice said.
I waited with nervousness.
To be continued...
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