1 Guiltypleasures' Disturbed fan fiction Wed 02 Jun 2010, 03:04
GuiltyPleasures
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This is my first attempt at fan fiction of any type. I'm going to post part of something I wrote and if you guys like it, I'll post more. So without further delay...
THE TIME: the not so distant future.
THE PLACE: a large metropolis in the American Midwest.
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She remembered it all as she stood on that stage, the crowd's roaring in her ears.
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Jordan lay in her cell, her "home" for the last five years, accused of crimes against the "government" that had taken over the United States. She hated the puppet president, because she didn't run anything. She was just a figurehead for the real people in power. Those are the people who tore Jordan away from her love, Jacob, and stole their child from her.
Her crime? She dared to become involved with someone who was not of her faith, who allegedly led Jordan to commit treason, and brought a mixed faith child into the world. For these crimes, she was at first declared insane, then declared an enemy of the state. Now, after years of torture, abuse, and having her daughter snatched from her at birth, Jordan expected to be punished, as if what had already happened to her wasn't punishment enough.
Her nightmares were always the same: a rally she and Jacob attended was raided by the "government" troops loyal to only the leaders and not to the country and its people. Their target was a man named David, who had been speaking, but he had already left when the raid took place. Jacob was one of the organizers, and when the troops found him, they shot him in the head in front of Jordan, then dragged his body through the streets. More troops arrested Jordan and scores of others, jailed them without charging them for months and in some cases, including Jordan's, years. Jordan didn't even have to be sleeping to have the nightmares. She had flashbacks every time she heard people being tortured.
A woman had come to Jordan in her cell and, noticing she was with child, told Jordan that she would never see her child after it was born, because Jordan was being sent to another facility to serve out the rest of her sentence.
"I was never charged with anything, never saw a day in court!" Jordan exclaimed. "I will be set free."
"No, you won't, you Resistance whore," the matron barked at her. "You've already been convicted of treason, of enciting violence against the government, and having a child with one not of your faith. Your child will never know you or know the circumstances of how it came into the world."
"I don't accept punishment from a kangaroo court," Jordan spat back. "If you have convicted me without a fair trial, then you've turned this country into a police state, and I will fight harder to put your kind in prison. You've committed treason, not me!"
Just then, Jordan felt the matron's hands around her neck, choking the life out of her. Since her hands were free, Jordan grabbed the woman's hair and yanked on it, the pain of which forced the matron to let go of Jordan's neck.
"You stupid bitch," the matron screamed at Jordan; "you will die for this insubordination!" She then turned and left Jordan's cell.
Weeks later, Jordan gave birth to a daughter she would have named Rachel. Jordan was drugged during labor, and when she came to, was told that her child was a girl and that she was stillborn. Jordan mourned her loss, but never really believed her daughter was dead. She had heard that children of those in the Resistance were often placed with families who supported the illegal government, and indoctrinated in their beliefs. Jordan hoped her daughter was still alive, even if she was placed with one of those families. That way, Jordan could search for her.
But now, five years on, Jordan's single consuming thought was to escape the hell she was forced into.
She knew the "Resistance" was stronger than ever, because the cells in her prison never seemed to be empty. She recognized voices of those she had known before Jacob was murdered. None of those voices seemed to be that of the Resistance leader, David. If they had caught him, Jordan thought, surely they would have killed him.
Jordan always heard this phrase when she was feeling scared: I will stand and fight. I'm not afraid to die. In order to fight, Jordan knew she had to escape. All she needed was the opportunity. And several had presented themselves, but without a plan, Jordan knew any attempt to escape would be an automatic death sentence.
Because she was allowed to work outside her cell, Jordan knew the layout of the prison well. A plan formuated in her mind that if she could just get outside the gates, she could make a run for it. There was a city outside her cell window, and she knew she could find her way to a Resistance house pretty easily. They were mostly in the industrial areas of the city.
When she was back in her cell at the end of her shift, Jordan dreamed of escape... and the way things used to be.
to be continued...
THE TIME: the not so distant future.
THE PLACE: a large metropolis in the American Midwest.
----------
She remembered it all as she stood on that stage, the crowd's roaring in her ears.
----------
Jordan lay in her cell, her "home" for the last five years, accused of crimes against the "government" that had taken over the United States. She hated the puppet president, because she didn't run anything. She was just a figurehead for the real people in power. Those are the people who tore Jordan away from her love, Jacob, and stole their child from her.
Her crime? She dared to become involved with someone who was not of her faith, who allegedly led Jordan to commit treason, and brought a mixed faith child into the world. For these crimes, she was at first declared insane, then declared an enemy of the state. Now, after years of torture, abuse, and having her daughter snatched from her at birth, Jordan expected to be punished, as if what had already happened to her wasn't punishment enough.
Her nightmares were always the same: a rally she and Jacob attended was raided by the "government" troops loyal to only the leaders and not to the country and its people. Their target was a man named David, who had been speaking, but he had already left when the raid took place. Jacob was one of the organizers, and when the troops found him, they shot him in the head in front of Jordan, then dragged his body through the streets. More troops arrested Jordan and scores of others, jailed them without charging them for months and in some cases, including Jordan's, years. Jordan didn't even have to be sleeping to have the nightmares. She had flashbacks every time she heard people being tortured.
A woman had come to Jordan in her cell and, noticing she was with child, told Jordan that she would never see her child after it was born, because Jordan was being sent to another facility to serve out the rest of her sentence.
"I was never charged with anything, never saw a day in court!" Jordan exclaimed. "I will be set free."
"No, you won't, you Resistance whore," the matron barked at her. "You've already been convicted of treason, of enciting violence against the government, and having a child with one not of your faith. Your child will never know you or know the circumstances of how it came into the world."
"I don't accept punishment from a kangaroo court," Jordan spat back. "If you have convicted me without a fair trial, then you've turned this country into a police state, and I will fight harder to put your kind in prison. You've committed treason, not me!"
Just then, Jordan felt the matron's hands around her neck, choking the life out of her. Since her hands were free, Jordan grabbed the woman's hair and yanked on it, the pain of which forced the matron to let go of Jordan's neck.
"You stupid bitch," the matron screamed at Jordan; "you will die for this insubordination!" She then turned and left Jordan's cell.
Weeks later, Jordan gave birth to a daughter she would have named Rachel. Jordan was drugged during labor, and when she came to, was told that her child was a girl and that she was stillborn. Jordan mourned her loss, but never really believed her daughter was dead. She had heard that children of those in the Resistance were often placed with families who supported the illegal government, and indoctrinated in their beliefs. Jordan hoped her daughter was still alive, even if she was placed with one of those families. That way, Jordan could search for her.
But now, five years on, Jordan's single consuming thought was to escape the hell she was forced into.
She knew the "Resistance" was stronger than ever, because the cells in her prison never seemed to be empty. She recognized voices of those she had known before Jacob was murdered. None of those voices seemed to be that of the Resistance leader, David. If they had caught him, Jordan thought, surely they would have killed him.
Jordan always heard this phrase when she was feeling scared: I will stand and fight. I'm not afraid to die. In order to fight, Jordan knew she had to escape. All she needed was the opportunity. And several had presented themselves, but without a plan, Jordan knew any attempt to escape would be an automatic death sentence.
Because she was allowed to work outside her cell, Jordan knew the layout of the prison well. A plan formuated in her mind that if she could just get outside the gates, she could make a run for it. There was a city outside her cell window, and she knew she could find her way to a Resistance house pretty easily. They were mostly in the industrial areas of the city.
When she was back in her cell at the end of her shift, Jordan dreamed of escape... and the way things used to be.
to be continued...