“I’m mad as hell!” I shouted, my head sticking out of my window. “And I’m not going to take it anymore!”

I turned back to the television set, my heart pounding rapidly. Outside, I could still hear the echoes of declarations, but my television was ominously silent. The reporter had collapsed backwards into his chair, his face crumpled and tired.

“Now what?” I wanted to shout. I watched him eagerly, ready to follow him anywhere….and all he did was sit there with that stupidly baffled look on his face.

“I’m not going to take it anymore. We’re not going to take it anymore.” he said, wearily. “Have you said it? Did you mean it?”

“Yes!” I shouted, leaping to my feet. “Yes, I said it! Yes, I mean it! I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Two seconds later, the door burst open.


I whirled around, surprised. Several men, dressed in long black coats and wearing fedoras, swarmed forward. I had just a moment to notice the gun one carried before I was tackled, hard, to the floor.

Outside, the declarations of independence were fading into confusion. I could hear screams, shouts, curses. Then…gunshots.

I squirmed in my captor’s arms, flailing wildly to break free. Someone planted his knee in the small of my back while someone else jerked my arms viciously behind me. I heard the small ‘pop’ as my shoulder dislocated, and blinding pain shot its way through me. Helplessly, I screamed, “What are you doing? Who are you? What do you want?” The pain was nauseating, and I struggled not to vomit.

I was flipped over, and found myself staring into cold, dark eyes. For a moment I forgot the pain in my shoulder, the raw carpet burns on my knees, the screams echoing from the outside. All I could see were those eyes.

Shark eyes. Dead eyes.

“We’re mad as hell,” he growled, “And we’re not going to take it anymore.” He raised the gun and placed it deliberately against my forehead.

“Why?” I screamed. “Why, damn you, why?”

“Revolutions need a catalyst,” he replied coldly. “And you’re it.”

I never heard the gun shot.

Wow, I did not expect that. Very dark ending. good job.

S&F from me.

Wow, brutal... not much more to say...

Loved it, S&F

Great Job, Smyleegrl!!
Loved the "capture" right from the first sentence, holding my attention until the climatic ending! Great message in your story, also!

Dangit!
2 hours too late to give you a justly deserved flag.
I can however leave my compliments for a wonderfully crafted story.
Excellent!

Originally posted by Asktheanimals
Dangit!
2 hours too late to give you a justly deserved flag.
I can however leave my compliments for a wonderfully crafted story.
Excellent!

Thank you for the compliment! Means a lot!