Panos Nikolos
4/15/11
Poetry of Song
Short Story
Beacham has generally been a quiet, isolated town. It is located in the middle of nowhere in the depths of Lam, a state in the country Marto. With only a population meandering in the mid five hundreds, the citizens are well familiar with each another.
Marto was a democratic nation since it was first created after a war with its mother country when it was only a bunch of scattered colonies. The people can do whatever they feel like doing, with no opposition at all…
Of course, that is as long as one does not violate a law or does not interfere with the government’s plans. However, the people of Marto do not know of the government’s plans. Although, there are some people who are suspicious that the government is in fact toying with the lower class civilians.
The people that are suspicious of the government’s unlawful use of the civilians is a group called F.F.F., or Fight for Freedom. The leader of the group is Theodore Lawson, a graduate of the country’s most prestigious schools in Hawe University. Lawson’s headquarters is located in Beacham, which is where he and his colleagues conduct research after research in order to unleash an attack against the government. Not just a little lawsuit, but a full-scale revolution by causing a chain reaction.
Their first meeting was held in the Lawson’s basement. It is a dull, medium sized room. The walls are painted gray with a bookcase in the corner and a lamp next to the round table. The air also is damp and smells like an antique store. The first meeting proved to be a success, with well over twenty kids arriving. The meeting was short, as the group only discussed ways to get others to join the movement.
Several months later, the group had grown to over one hundred. By the end of the year, the group had grown to five hundred. With every meeting that passed, more and more people would show up. These people were disgusted with the government’s actions and were pushing for a change.
In Marto, protesting is a very severe crime. Penalties for the first offence can be a life sentence to jail or the death penalty. Knowing these risks, Lawson scheduled a protest on the following Tuesday outside of the Congress building. However, Lawson believed that the positives from this one protest outweigh the negatives.
Thursday had come, and the group now had over one thousand members. Lawson’s best friend, Mark Salters, did not participate in the protest, in case Lawson was arrested and Salters had to lead the group. Three hundred people partook in the protest, which only consisted of chants and large signs, which exposed of the governments fallacies in controlling the people. Within twenty minutes, hysteria broke out. Gun shots were being fired upon the protestors and the S.W.A.T. Team and the police pulled in. Tear gas was eventually thrown at the protestors to slow down their protesting.
Lawson knew they were doomed for once the authorities began to fire shots. They were willing to claim lives, which meant that they would eventually receive the death penalty. In order to make the group’s presence felt, Lawson ordered a stampede right at the authorities. The authorities, being outnumbered five to one, ran until enforcements arrived. The fight had been won by the F.F.F., and both sides knew it.
After the smoke had cleared up, several protesters were fatally shot, with a couple of others with minor contusions. The army had arrived and helped arrest every single protestor. Lawson made the group’s time worthwhile. Every single news station across the nation played live footage of the battle and the aftermath. Within hours after the fight, several other protests across the nation occurred, each a result of the chain reaction Lawson and his fellow protestors had started.
The revolution had begun.
