#i can not comment further as im not familar with the situation

[zpyr0]

Im not in the US, but to anyone who is

Please please for the love of god stay strong. I know the situation seems helpless but there is still hope, for you and for every person in a community that will be affected. You have to keep fighting, even if that may just be making it through every day. I cant even begin to imagine what any of you are feeling right now, i love you, please keep going.

[ecotone99]

Anarchy

Those traitors tied my hands behind my back and placed a black hood over my face. They didn't feel the need to restrain my legs. They said im too fat to run very far, and they're right. So in other words, I was fucked, a very bad situation. Maybe the worst.

My senses tell me I'm somewhere with alot of dust, perhaps a storage closet. They wouldn't bother giving me anywhere comfortable to stay. I've been in here long enough for panic to fade and acceptance replace it. Who could treat another human being like this? I haven't gotten a wink of sleep sinse they barged into my office with guns cocked. That was three days ago.

I'm supposed to feel guilty but I have no guilt and I've been very clear about it. My first time speaking up earned a gun butt to the face so I've learned to bite my tongue as much as I can. I didn't do anything wrong, I wish they could see that. We all make mistakes but we shouldn't have to die because of them, right?

I hear muffled speech behind the door I'm facing.

"...couldn't have come at a better time" a deep voice stated.

A woman answered "Let's get him out and get him ready"

Before a reply can be made, I see light flood the room I'm being held in.

"Get up fucker!!" The male commanded, in a angry tone.

I do as I'm told and don't speak. I feel a tight grip grab my cuffed hands and pushed me out of the room. Another grabbed my head, ruffling my hair in the process, and removes the hood. A large male in black and a attractive female with a serious face are the first thing my eyes fix on. They are obviously part of the rebellion, here to take me somewhere. I don't dare ask where.

"Keep moving chubby, it'd be a shame if you died before we got you on stage" the male spoke as he pushed me further down the grey hall.

The words he used echoes in mind. Stage? What was he talking about? Maybe I was finally going to receive an actual trial. Maybe I would have my chance to say my side of the story.

"We can't kill him yet, and you know that. The public would have our heads." The woman scolded him while continuing on.

"Yeah it was a joke, stop being so serious. We won. It's over."

Before I know what hit me she spins around and sucker punches me in the gut. Pain explodes through my stomach and I stiffle a small cry.

"IT'S NOT OVER! THIS ASSHOLE RIGHT HERE IS STILL ALIVE, FOR ONE" she takes a deep breath and goes on "we can't get complacent, that's how people like him got to where they are" I feel a gun nose poke me in the back and the man motions for me to continue. I grit my teeth and proceed, silently cursing them both.

The grey hall ends with large eggshell white doors and I hear a crowd on the otherside. It sounded like a riot was going strong through the thick wood. My heart throbs and I decide it's time to talk.

"Listen, this is a huge misunderstanding. You can have what you want, WE'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING. All I ask is you let me and my co-workers go. He's right" I nod towards the large fellow " you've won!"

The words leave my lips without much consideration. Every fiber of my being expected another blow to my body, so I tense up and closed my eyes....But nothing happens. Nothing except a small giggle that starts with the girl and infects it's way to the male. Before long they both break out into big guffaws, small tears forming in their eyes.

It takes a few minutes of dealing with the disrespect but eventually he answers me.

"You don't get it, do you?" He turns around and addresses her, thumbing in my direction "this dumbass has no idea"

She smiles sickly sweet and explains with a cruel tone. "There is nothing you can give us. The crowd outside wants blood and that's what they'll get. After everything you've done, I don't think anyone can forgive you. As for your coworkers? They're dead. They were the first to go, bud, but we saved the best for last" her hands reach out and push open the large doors.

I've been in crowds before. People use to worship me, or so it seems. But those were nothing compared to this vengeance thirsty mob. People fill my vision as far as my eyes can see and the jeering and boos vibrate my bones. Flying beers wizz past my head at intense speeds, I think I even saw a tomato. How cliche.

The male pushes me to my knees and steps up to a makeshift podium and microphone. The flying objects cease for him as he clears his throat. "People of America, we are here today because we've had enough!!" cheers grow but he continues "enough of the lies! Blood has been shed but we must uproot the evil from the heart of the establishment! We must do what is right, like our for Father's in the past. We must correct the wrongs!" Booming encouragement sounds throughout the crowd.

The girl takes over, as if reading a script. "No more will we suffer. Today, the last head will roll, and we will start anew!"

Before I can muster up the strength for a good fight, the man grabs me by my restraints and pushes me forward. I'm not sure where I'm being led until he turns my body to the right side of the huge stage. My blood runs cold. Erected atop a makeshift staircase is what seems to be a guillotine, a large sharp blade point down to a puddle of blood and serveral unrecognizable severed heads.

Addrenalin is suppose to kick in right about now but it seems like the guards were correct, I'm fat. I try to go limp but the guy doesn't seem to have much trouble dragging my body up the harsh sharp steps. Each lift I know I am closer to death, the mob knows it too. They seem to somehow grow louder than I previously thought possible, a small chant has started to be picked up like a simple wave at a concert.

TrumPETS TrumPETS TrumPETS

They shout with a surprisingly good rhythm but the words are lost on me. That is, until I make it to the top of the stairs and my head is forced into a wooden shackle stockade. My eyes immediantly meet a familar site below the head place and I realize what the crowd has been shouting.

My friend Mike's severed bloody stump of a head stares up at me, a perminate grimace locked on his face. I immediant lose the white bread and water I had for lunch all over the face of poor Mike. At least he wasn't alive to see this.

The guy guard makes his way back up to the podium to speak again, this time I knew it would probably be the last. Bullets of sweat spotted my head as he began.

"This is the end of their REGIME. But we must stay strong. Now comes a time of crisis and important decision making. Just remember we are all in this together, and as a nation, we will prevail." He eyes sweap the crowd before him, seeming to survey every face for approval. "Today, we start new. My brothers and sister, please join me in the purge of evil" he turned towards me with a small victorious smirk and then to the girl. "Pull the level, sister! Free us and " his voice is overhshadowed by the unlocking of the blade mechanism, I brace myself and try to block out any noise. Try as I may, eight words hit my ears and break through my concentration. "Let's make America great once and for all"

Instantly my head is severed from my body and pain slices through me. I'm alive long enough to roll a few inches away and get a nice view of my orange complexion and ragged presidential outfit.

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