said.
“Okay. You win the weird award.” I said. The woman was shaking and what I could see of her black hair, looked greasy and slimy.
“Judge me if you will, we all share the same fate. We will share death!” she shouted.
“All we wanted was a name freak show.” Marie said.
“Her name is Ellie.” Babe said. “And she shouldn't be here.”
I looked at Babe. “What do you mean?”
“She belongs inside of a mental facility.” Babe said.
“Well the guys in charge saw different.” I said.
“Well enlighten us ginger. What did she do?” Ice asked.
“I purged them. I cleansed their souls!” Ellie screamed.
“Who is she talking about?” I asked.
“Her kids.” Babe replied.
“My spawn were drenched in the blood of false ideology. I had to free all three souls!”
“Why is she yelling?” Ice commented.
“You killed your three kids?” I asked.
“They were covered by the filth of this realm.” Ellie said.
“We belong here.” Marie said. “We absolutely fucking belong here.”
CHAPTER 5 - BALL OF FIRE
February 23 rd , 2127
I was doing my best to get some more sleep before we arrived to the sun blazed prison. Each time I managed to shut my eyes, visions of the corrupt decisions of my past managed to conjure. I recalled me and Linda leading a march through the streets in the heart of the Capitol City. I could see the Territory Officers in front of us, on guard. They held their rifles at the ready and I could see the intensity within them; prepared for one of us to make a violent move.
“We want change!” I shouted.
“Give us change!” my members shouted.
“As long as you keep this protest a peaceful one, we won't use force!” The lead enforcement officer shouted. Deep in the back of my mind, I knew this wasn't going to work. We were just another group of people trying to get our voices heard. Those who were there to witness our demonstration would listen for the moment, but those same people would go home and they'd just forget. We had to do something different. Something drastic. Radical. Linda had a gun tucked in her pants, underneath her shirt in case something dramatic was going to happen and my heart was telling me to go for the gun. To whip that motherfucker out and pop some officers in their skulls. However my brain was putting out the logical probabilities of those actions. These assholes would slaughter us at this point, but Linda needed to know. I had to tell her that now was the time to put fear into those that barricade us. I looked at Linda and nodded. She nodded back, and we quickly fell back to the rear of the protest.
“What's wrong?” she asked as those in front of us continued to chant loudly.
“We can't keep doing this. It's not working. No one's going to care about what we have to say at this rate.” I explained to her.
“What do you want me to do? Turn the cult into a militant group?”
“Whatever works Linda.” I replied. I could see her eyes widen. I know she wanted the same thing. She was just too afraid to admit it. They all were.
“Even if everyone agreed to spraying bullets into these fuckers, where would we get the things needed to do so?”
I looked around at the protesters. My cult. If I wanted to lead them correctly, I had to be willing to take a few risks in order to press my ideal into the establishment, and at that moment, a plan had presented itself inside my cold heart and my hardened mind.
“Give me your gun.” I told her.
“For what?” Linda refused. “This is only for emergencies.”
“Just give me the fucking gun.”
Linda sighed with a bit of frustration.
She pulled it out from the front of her tight jeans and handed it to me.
“Careful.” she said. “It's loaded.”
“I know how to use a gun, thank you.” I said before I walked back towards the front of the cult protest. I held the gun firm, finger lightly against the trigger. I pointed it into the air and pulled