Post by Rosaline Rivers on Apr 12, 2009 20:09:00 GMT -6
YOU'VE DARED....
[/font]It doesn't matter what you did. It doesn't matter if you just couldn't follow orders, spoke out, or made one little mistake. THEY didn't care what the reason your capture had been ordered was. All THEY cared about was that it was now THEIR job to get you out of the United Countries before you did any more harm, minor or major.
So THEY went to your house and shot some unknown substance into you, and then you couldn't move a muscle. Sadly, you could still see every single thing as they picked you up off the floor and threw you into the hovercar. You could start to see the world fly by as the craft lifted up, and then you could feel the warmth of one of THEIR hands as they covered your eyes. Apparently you were going to some place that THEY didn't want you to know the location of. Whatever, right? You couldn't move, and you probably wouldn't be able to move for a while, so it didn't really matter.
As you felt the motion of the hovercar moving you and the other passengers, you thought about the world you were leaving behind. It was a bad one, you must have thought, for you hadn't really done all that much wrong. There was something going on out there; you had felt it, but nobody else every seemed to. If you brought your theories up, all you'd get in reply was people questioning your sanity. They've all been brainwashed, you thought, and then wondered exactly how that was. Society, would be your answer to your own question. Everyone else went about each day like the last, and no one was allowed to ask any questions. Curiosity hardly existed. Why? Because that was what THEY wanted.
By the time you could wrap up this topic in your head, the hand pulled away and the light poured in. You were on the ground now, being held up by one of THEM. You were staring at a huge sphere. But no, it wasn't a sphere.. It was a dome. It was big, you thought, though it was nowhere near the size of the city you lived in- or had lived in. You looked closer, studied the inside of the dome, and see a small, old-fashioned town. It had one-story buildings, like the little cities in the ancient movies you had to watch in History School, and there were roads. You'd never seen a real road before. You tried to look closer, to make out the movements you see, but you were being dragged now.
Wait. THEY want you in the dome? What for? Why? You know that once you're in there, you don't get out. Your gut screamed this at you. You tried to struggle but it was completely pointless.
You get pushed into a pit of sorts. When you look around in the darkness, you saw a skeleton, but you still couldn't move so you couldn't squirm away. And then a strong pressure sucked you up, up, until you were thrown onto the ground. The impact made you black out, but you heard screaming in a language you understood before the world was engulfed in dark unconsciousness...
When you woke up, there was a motherly face staring down at you. You could tell she cared by the way she looked, but she definitely didn't seem like someone from this century. Her hair was long and curly and twisted into a bun, and she wore a dress with an apron. She looked like something straight out of a book. Heck, she looked like she knew how to read! The thought would have made you laugh, since books had long ago been replaced with voice recordings and speakers, but you were too uncomfortable to chuckle. The woman would prop you up and explain to you where you were.
You are in Neclymoure now. It's the dome full of people who were rejected by society. "Rebels, crazy people- those types," she would explain in a calm tone. She would tell you that there aren't really rules, as long as everyone can live decently. This would shock you; you'd never heard of such a thing. But here you are now, in a dome, wondering what is going on in the real world, thinking if you ever get out, what you'll do. You had to teach yourself to read like people did ages ago, and you're living old-fashioned, in a way you could have never imagined. The people here aren't like the people you used to live with. They're more like you. So how will you spend your time now, in this dome of fate?
NECLYMOURE
