500 Word Short Story
Brandon Cole was sitting under an elm tree in the cities green space when he heard the sound of gunfire. It was unexpected and it caught him by surprise. Shooting had never been part of past protests. Seems the authorities had just upped the ante.
Three months ago Brandon Cole was just another cog in the wheel. He lived his life in a 300 square foot cubical with an assigned room mate. An old man he had never met before. Brandon ate the food rationed to him, did the job assigned to him, kept his nose clean, didn't ask questions and didn't cause trouble. This is exactly what he wanted the authorities to believe. It couldn't have been further from the truth.
Since the day the new world order took control, martial law had been declared. This put the whole country under the thumb of a very watchful and vigilant police state. Small riots had broken out in various cities across the country, but they were quickly quelled. The participants frantically dispersed making it difficult for authorities to make arrests. The unfortunate few who were arrested, disappeared from sight.
Brandon kept himself hidden in plain sight. A wolf in sheep's clothing. From the beginning he had dedicated himself to making a ruckus. He was part of the new underground that had sprung up almost instantaneously. Its numbers were growing by the day. The underground may have been outnumbered and outgunned, but they had the element of surprise in their favor. So far they had kept their agenda to organizing spontaneous public protests and rock throwing. They smashed a few windows and made a lot of noise, but up until now, violence wasn't part of the agenda on either side.
Brandon was the instigator of this uprising. Using a sophisticated algorithm, encrypted messages were passed along on the internet to various cells of the underground. So far, the authorities hadn't caught on. Everyone knew it would only be a matter of time before they figured it out. Now was the time to make the most of it. Now was the time to make a ruckus.
There was chaos all around. Brandon jumped to his feet. Police forces were in full riot gear. They were bashing heads and shooting at anything that moved. Brandon started to get out of the line of fire when he noticed his roommate, Carl. He was sitting on the ground holding his head. Brandon ran to his side. Carl had been grazed by a bullet. He was bleeding, but not badly hurt. Brandon got him to his feet and they quickly left the area.
Back in their cubical, they managed to stop the bleeding. Carl was fine, but it was a close call.
The authorities were no longer going to tolerate open demonstrations. The underground was a cancer on their new world order and they planned to eradicate it before it grew to unmanageable proportions.
They didn't realize it yet, but they were too late.
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