First of all there's no Immortal Space today BUT I do have some writing for you after an explanation as to why there's no IS. I was extremely busy yesterday, and thoroughly depressed for most of the week (to explain why I didn't just do it during the week). On Thursday I found myself writing again but it was the short little flash fiction I wrote about yesterday. That's what I'm going to post here today, a few weeks before it goes up on my other blog. How about that?
As for what I was up to; well I decided to do a reading of a story that a friend wrote and at first I decided to use Audacity to raise the pitch of my voice to differentiate between the characters (I can't really alter my voice much) and it was as I was editing the fourth chapter I realised that I was going to take the sound and turn it in to a video. For that video I would be using pictures of the characters. I could just use pictures of the characters to show who was speaking. At this point I almost began crying and quickly proceeded to undo all my edits, and that was only on the first chapter. I then started work on the video and it took a few hours. I think all in all I spent probably six plus hours recording, editing, re-editing, compiling, and exporting. I am worn out, and so couldn't write anything else. Well anyway, I promised you a flash fiction so here you are.
The barrel of the gun exploded in a flash of light and a deafening
bang as the trigger was pressed down. In the few scant microseconds
before the impact of the bullet my thoughts were sent back to a much
simpler life. Back to before all of this happened.
had wanted to make a difference. I had seen how the others were and I
told myself I wouldn't turn out like them; that I would be better than
they ever were. I guess I should have known this life would get to me
soon, as it had gotten to them. They weren't always so bad. Some of them
had even been as naive and full of dreams as I had been at the time.
Back before the weight of the world came crashing down on their
shoulders and they saw the ugly truth of reality. Back before they
learned what they had to do to survive, and that they were willing to do
it. The gangs and the mentality didn't matter to me, or so I told
myself. I would overcome all of that, and not be suckered in and become
like them. They were only interested in the money and had forgotten
their roots. I would never forget mine and would never sell out. My soul
would remain my own no matter what they offered.
came my first day in court. There had been an armed robbery and I had
been involved. I was needed in court and so I had sat and recounted my
story to the judge. I took to the stand and swore the sacred oath to
tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. In the end I
stayed true to the oath and said no word of a lie. There was no point
in lying about what had happened. So what if there were extenuating
circumstances? A crime is a crime and a crime is what happened that day.
There was no point in hidiing that. The judge didn't surprise me at all
when he gave the guilty verdict.
Not long after that I
found myself here, in this prison. It's not so bad once you get used to
it. Sometimes I get in to fights and I get beaten but I don't let these
people get to me. Or at least I didn't, right up until things really
got heated and the riot started. I couldn't believe the ferocity or the
suddenness of it. One second we're all in the yard having some free time
and the next there's a fight. I was in that fight. I wasn't the only
one however and soon everyone in the yard was fighting. Guards came but
it was meaningless. They were no match for that large a swarm of people
even with their guns. Some got scared and backed down when the shots
were fired but not everyone. Some took it as a sign of aggression, which
it was, and it spurred them on. Some people who weren't supposed to
have guns found themselves having them.
People like me.
turned to the nearest guy I could see and I pulled the trigger. In that
second I knew what it would take to survive, and I knew I could do it
if I had to. As the bullet left the gun and went through the guy's head,
I knew that I had done it at last. I had become everything I didn't
want to be. For the first time since being at the prison, I felt I
Not as a guard though. Not as the guy
who busted a gang operation and was responsible for one of their men
being sent down. Not as the guy who was sent here by a crooked chief by
the boss of said gang. Not as the guy who was subjected to beatings by
the guy I ahd imprisoned here, and denied of the weapons necessary to
defend myself. Not as the guy who tried to stop a prison riot before it
started. Instead I felt like I belonged here as one of the criminals I
was charged with guarding.
As I shot that inmate right there in the prison yard, I felt like I was no better than him.