Monday, November 11, 2013

FICTION

I'm going to post some short fiction that I write. Dear god, I hope nobody I know sees this...

criteria was less than 500 words...

In the near future the United States government will decide to put a limit on the amount of children a family can have. Overpopulation will become a major concern for Washington, so they set the limit of children to one. In the rare occurrence of a mother giving birth to twins, the twins have to, as our leaders say, “gain supremacy” or in other words, “fight to the death.” This, of course stays consistent with the idea that only the strongest can survive in this new America.
            It’s Brian and Jon Marabou’s 15th birthday which happens to be their fight date. Jon is confident waking up in the morning and is ready to kill his brother. He is a better athlete, smarter, and stronger. His brother Brian is well aware of this.
             Brian was hoping to calm down Jon by making light of the situation. “When you kill me, dude, I’m going to haunt the shit outta you,” Brian says to Jon. Brian has grown up his whole life knowing that either he or Jon will die when they turn 15. Death has become, to Brian, somewhat of an escape to an unknown place rather than the ultimate end. Brian has welcomed his death and truly believes that where he is going is a better place than where he is now.
            The government agent shows up to the Marabou’s home at exactly 9:00 AM. He has a briefcase in his hand that is full of funeral home information and government-funded grief counseling services.
            Jon has been secretly training for this moment for the last year or so. John is absolutely terrified of death. He’s always been scared of what he cannot understand and what he cannot control. He will do anything to escape death, even if it is killing his brother.
            Brian and Jon join the government agent at the front door of the Marabou’s home and follow the agent to his car. The agent drives them to a blank emotionless office where these types of “population control problems” are solved. The two Marabou boys follow behind the government agent. The agent hasn’t spoken a word to either one of the two boys yet. He motions them along through a series of doors desperately trying to not make eye contact with the boys. Brian and Jon walk through the doors and enter a room that looks like a place where a policeman would interrogate somebody. The agent closes the door behind them and enters another room to watch. The two stare at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
            “Just fuckin’ do it man!” cries Brian to Jon. Jon has never seen his brother cry this hard before and it’s almost impossible for him to keep the tears from streaming down his own face.

            “I’m so sorry,” whispers Jon in his brother’s ear as he steps behind him. In one flawless motion Jon snaps his brother’s neck and Brian’s lifeless body falls to the floor. 

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