The System V1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of a man, and his fight against the now corrupt government.

Submitted: December 11, 2014

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Submitted: December 11, 2014



I was reassigned.

There was no legitimate reason.

No one questioned the system.

I was being propelled into perpetual darkness. I had no idea where I was going, or if I was going anywhere at all. No one knows. No one comes back. Most people would be paranoid, not me. I never liked extravagance, darkness was my home. I've been persecuted for rebelling against the system.

Reconnaissance, simple. Not some nefarious scheme to murder someone, and still, I was caught. The big man in charge had kept asking me series of rhetorical, and normal questions, which I wouldn't of answered either way.

He kept chanting, "Woe is me, woe is me." Like it was so agonizingly painful for him to be here. He was getting on my nerves. That's what he got payed for though. Interrogator, the vocation in which you get a lot of money for sending people down the crap chute. Most people lived, but died on the inside. Telling him what you knew was like selling your soul. You didn't feel right. You felt like you had betrayed someone, and that weighed on your conscious forever.  Then every day as you watch your old world unleash their so called "devious" plans against the system, you feel as a big part of you is missing. Of course if he didn't get what he wanted, you got the chute.

No one knew what the chute really was. A millenium in darkness? An imminent road to obliteration?

The momentum of the fall was seeming to disappear. I still seemed to be falling, but it didn't feel like it. If I didn't know better I would of said I wasn't falling at all.


Finally I stopped plummeting down the hole, which I could clearly see the top and wondered why it took so long. Was I levitating?

I was glad to be unscathed, and alive, but then it hit me. A smell wafted to my nose, putrid and disgusting. I almost wished I'd never stopped falling, for I wouldn't of had to smell this awfulness. When I finally mustered up the courage to stand up, I surveyed my new world. It looked like some old school penitentiary, obviously stating that it didn't look pleasant, and wasn't supposed to either. Vengeance would be mine either way. I would get the restitution for being down here, life wasted, time I could of spent doing elsewhere.

I guess to high society, what I had done was wrong, but they were as blind as bats. As long as they had whatever they wanted, and didn't need to lift a finger, they could care less about the world outside their own. That's how society was these days. Some select few in power, paying people to agree with them, I wanted to change that.

I smirked at the thought of overthrowing them, and giving the power to the people again. I decided to move, and check my surroundings more closely. I couldn't see people right away, but as I started to get close to the sorry excuse for a building I could make out someone. I went over to him.

He was a young man, no older than 30. He had dark black hair, which I couldn't tell if it was natural or not. He didn't look good, he looked like he was in a lot of pain. I went over to him, and I tried to shake him awake. At first he didn't wake, but then he suddenly spurred to life. Or should I say his reflexes came to life. For he grabbed my arm so tight that I thought I was losing circulation. I tried to break free, but he was too strong. It was surprising consider the circumstances we were in. He seemed to have been here for a long time, so you'd figure he'd be weaker. Think again.

I knew the only way he was going to let go, was if I woke him up. So I started to shake him a bit harder, and after a while he started to stir.

 He woke up and said, "Who are you?"

His voice was groggy, like he hasn't been up for a long time.  I explained what had happened, and learned that there was a way out, but it was impossible to get to. It actually stood in plain sight taunting me. It was high in the air with no way to reach it.

I had also asked where the others were, and he said they had all died, and it had been awhile since, as he put it, "there had been fresh blood".


Now at least I had a friend, an alliance. It seemed like he had accumulated a pile of bones. I wasn't sure why at the time, I didn't give much thought to it.

The place was fairly dark, but not impossible to see in. He said he had found some matches on one of the other guys and decided to save them for the right time. Apparently he decided that was now. He had collected a pile of wood from the broken structure, and sat it in a pile. He lit the match and threw it into the pile. Slowly, but surely the fire caught on to the wood.

We had fire!

I could feel the warmth on my skin, like a mothers hand comforting her newborn. It was a welcome change from the darkness and cold. Alas, there was not enough wood to keep the fire going, and before long the pile of wood was incinerated.

I looked over at my new friend, and for some strange reason, he looked happy. Almost like an arsonist after he just set fire to a house. Maybe because he was? They didn't just send people of the "resistance" down here. They sent people, from hardened criminals to petty thieves. It wasn't an unlikely assumption.

I wasn't exactly thrilled about my new friend’s passion, but at least it wasn't as bad as it could be.

Though maybe it was? Who was to say he wasn't a mass murderer too? I decided to keep on my guard, just in case.

I didn't really have a weapon, other than my fists, and based on his reflexes, I figured he was a decent fist fighter. I hoped that there was something, anything, that I could defend myself with. I decided to get some rest, and hope tonight wasn't the night. I couldn't sleep well, but I guess it was as well as you could with a potential murderer sleeping beside you.

In the morning I went to look for a weapon. This place wasn't very big, but it was big enough for something to be hiding. I was starting to feel the hunger creeping in, but I knew it would be awhile, if ever, that I would get food. I knew it would get worse, so I just kept moving on. I didn't have much luck, there wasn't much in this cursed place.

I went back to the shelter, if you could call it that. The hunger hadn't really gone away, but it was the thoughts of other things much worse that kept it at bay.

He didn't seem to be a killer, and he slept a lot, so I didn't have to worry about him unless I tried to wake him. That was unlikely. I would rather him be sleeping than be awake.

I could of just been paranoid, even though I hate to admit it. Dark places and a lack of food can do that to you. I just didn't want to die myself, I some unfinished business to settle, loose ends that needed tied.

I decided to get some rest while he was sleeping, I could be sure that I wouldn't be able to sleep if he was up.

My mind started to wander. Would I ever get out of here? Would I ever have my life back?


I woke up the next morning to the sound of clicking. I got up and saw my "friend" fiddling with the bones in the corner. When he saw me awake, he stood up and walked over to me. He then sat down beside me, and sat. Just sat. He didn't say anything, he just sat. Maybe he was waiting for me to say something, but I didn't. We just sat there in silence, staring at each other.

He finally broke the silence by saying "I think I might have a way out."

I was ecstatic, but I didn't show it. I kept calm and collected, like I was trained to do. I kept on my guard.

He continued to tell me about using the bones as a ladder. At first I didn't believe him, but as I got closer to the pile of bones I saw that they all had notches in them. They looked like little puzzle pieces, and based on what he said, they would fit together and form a ladder.

I hoped his idea worked, but I doubted that the bones would hold our weight. He took a stance, almost like he had found a cure to cancer, and got to work on the ladder.

When he started working I begrudgingly sat there. I was interested, sure. I wanted out, but his plan seemed so farfetched that I didn't think it was worth trying.

After awhile he seemed like he was actually getting somewhere.

I decided to give him some space even though I wanted to be their when he finished. So I walked around, and something caught my eye. I went over to it and picked it up. It was a knife. I didn't really think he was a killer anymore, but I wasn't taking any chances.

The knife was dull, except for the tip, which still seemed lethal. I put it on my side in the waist belt of my pants.

Heading back I could see him hefting the ladder in the air so he could put it at the exit.

When I got there, he looked unhappy, like he didn't want to see me. The he lunged towards me with a fiery rage in his eyes. I hesitated for a split second, and he had me on the ground. No doubt he was trying to kill me. Maybe he just went mad from the time down here, but it didn't really matter. I needed to get ahold of the knife if I ever wanted to leave this place.

It was a struggle, but it was made possible for one reason. He didn't know what I had. Surprise was on my side. He didn't pin my arms down, so I could reach the knife.

I truly didn't want to stab him, I'm not a violent person. Though when my life is on the line, things change.

I pulled out the knife and went through with it.

I got up and didn't look back. It was done, and once again I would be free.


Not much after that. I wasn't sure if the ladder was going to hold me, but it did. I'm still doing what I was before, no change. I don’t think about it much anymore. What’s done is done.The system is still corrupt, and I will fight.


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