To Rebel ~ An Orginal Story

There is land that used to be America. But after natural disasters and frequent wars, it is now known as Atroce. And the people that run the government, Officials, are very strict. When a college student named Timothy hears rumors about the Officials and their ways, he'll find himself on a frightening yet exhilarating journey.

Chapter 1

Chapter One

by: Fuenciado
A man named Timothy steps out of the University of Engineering and dons his coat, the heat inside of the building making the chilly air outside feel even colder. The snow is beginning to gather on the roofs of buildings, creating what looks like a white blanket on top of them. He heads down the sidewalk, careful to stay off the busy street, and keeps his hands deep inside of the warm, cozy pockets in his coat.

He catches the snowflakes that are dancing in the air on his tongue gleefully and remembers the days when he was a child and all he had to worry about was who was on his kickball team, not impossibly challenging engineering tests. In a trance of childlike daze, he begins to hum Let It Snow, a song from a very long time ago when Atroce used to be America, and even jumps to get the snowflakes that are higher up until he accidentally elbows an Official.

“Watch it, punk,” the Official growls, his muscles practically bulging through his navy blue uniform. The vein in his neck begins to throb. Like all Officials, he has an extremely short temper.

“S-sorry,” Timothy stutters, eyes casting downwards. He can’t help but feel stupid and embarrassed about his actions, especially since he hit someone so powerful. What kind of young adult hummed songs meant for toddlers in the middle of a sidewalk? Not one that’s striving to be one of Atroce’s top engineers, that’s for sure.

“Better be,” the uniformed man snaps. He walks down the street at a perfect pace, each leg moving at the exact speed and covering the same amount of distant the other one did. Timothy can tell that the man is highly trained, for the less experienced Officials tend to walk much less equivalently and professionally than the more experienced ones.

Timothy returns to hurrying down the sidewalk, now especially vigilant not to bump into anyone. He eventually walks into his worn-down apartment and turns on the television. It’s required to watch channel four everyday at 8 PM in Atroce. If you don’t, an Official arrests you immediately. No common citizen knows how the Officials know if you’re watching it or not, but some rumor that they secretly but trackers in the TV that check when it’s turned on and what channel is being watched.

“Good evening,” the news anchor says blandly. “Today, Thursday, November 29th, everyone must shower, dust their apartments, and pick out their outfits for the week. Those are all your chores for the night.” The screen turns fuzzy and Timothy turns off the television. Better shower, he thinks to himself.

He walks into his bathroom and strips down. Timothy always hated taking showers for as long as he could remember, because the cameras which are required in every apartment record it. They record his every move when he’s in his apartment. Timothy blushes at the thought of an Official seeing his lanky self naked and tries to push the thought out of his head.

Timothy felt tranquil and, of course, fresh after his shower and brushed his chestnut brown hair. He wishes that he had a towel to cover himself, but he had to wash it last night and can’t pick it up until tomorrow when the Wash and Dry is opened. So Timothy stands under the lights and waits as patiently as he can for the water droplets adhering to his skin to evaporate.

After the long process, he was dry, and headed to his minuscule bedroom to dress himself in and pick out the week’s outfits. The pajamas for Friday are itchy, uncomfortable, and an unsightly color, but the Officials demand it. They say that it’s needed to bestow you with organization, but it’s rumored in Atroce that they only require it so that the unease will cause nightmares. The gossipers reason that nightmare causes fear, and fear is the only reason that the Officials have power. Timothy dons himself in his Friday pajamas and tries to find a green shirt and grey pants. In Atroce, you are only allowed to wear four colors; red, green, grey, and white. Any other colors added to the list would cause all the colors on the street to clash, causing the country to look unstructured.

After the long process, he was dry, and headed to his minuscule bedroom to dress himself in and pick out the week’s outfits. The pajamas for Friday are itchy, uncomfortable, and an unsightly color, but the Officials demand it. They say that it’s needed to bestow you with organization, but it’s rumored in Atroce that they only require it so that the unease will cause nightmares. The gossipers reason that nightmare causes fear, and fear is the only reason that the Officials have power. Timothy dons himself in his Friday pajamas and tries to find a green shirt and grey pants. In Atroce, you are only allowed to wear four colors; red, green, grey, and white. Any other colors added to the list would cause all the colors on the street to clash, causing the country to look unstructured. Eventually Timothy forms a plan for the week.

After dusting his apartment, he decides to watch some television to kill time. He flushes the cushions on his battered couch and sits down on it, then flips through the channels. Eventually, Timothy decides on a show titled Atroce’s Best Apartment. His eyes widen when he sees an apartment with stained-glass windows on the door and a gold mailbox. To him, the inside is even more incredible. The kitchen is all stainless steel; the living room has leather couches and an outsized plasma screen TV; and the bathroom contains some of the finest appliances money can buy. Timothy envies the owner of the apartment and wishes that he could have an apartment like the one featured on the show, but luxurious lifestyles are only granted to citizens whose families have important backgrounds. His family has mainly been merchants or craftsmen and hasn't done anything worth being condemned Atroce-wide for.

About an hour later, Timothy falls asleep. He has a dream that a stray dog attacks him on his way home from the University of Engineering then wakes up, breathing heavily. Maybe they’re right, Timothy thinks to himself. Maybe the rumors are true. I’m afraid to go to University now, and that fear could prevent me from doing other things that make me frightened.

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