<sub>I woke up before they could pull the tube out of my throat. Stay alive. The impulse traveled through my body and activated it again. My eyes popped open. The two milky wet orbs scanned my surroundings, searched for a familiar face. But they found none. You were not there. Only people in masks, looking down at me with unsatisfied homicidal lust. In the background, I could hear what seemed to me then as the sound of an uprising. Behind those white walls, anger had been stirred. The time had come. As the heavy steps drew closer, the men around me grew afraid. They cursed at each other, they argued, they gesticulated, and gesticulated, and gesticulated. “We must run. The resistance has taken over the city.” The Resistance? The word triggered half-pixeled images in my head. I slowly remembered. You’d brought me to the Resistance. We were supposed to join together. But then, that raid. They took you away. I followed, oh, I tried to retrieve you, I drove and drove and drove, my foot squeezing the accelerator, my eyes oblivious to the whole world, concentrated solely on that thief vehicle that had ripped you from me, ripped you from my soul, oh, I just drove until my car slipped. The speed had been too much to handle. The steering wheel could no longer obey me. It turned to the side and yanked the steel cage towards the side of the tunnel. I brought my hands over my face as my car prepared to kiss the concrete. Collision. I saw white. Then black. And I remember nothing after that.

They gave me little time to awake. At some point, they determined they had waited long enough. I had to be discarded. They asked me if I wanted to go. I could not scream because of the coma. My silence spoke consent. So they wrote undisclosed desires on my file, and were ready to free the world from me. But the call of the uprising outside shook me out of my sleep. And I came back to life.

No time to worry about me. The impending danger dispersed them like rats. I got out of bed and found my way out on the streets. The cries filled my ears with unrest. Anger had its own scent. It smelled of consumed polyester and of melting steel. I walked against the crowd, uninterested to know their destination. You were all I cared to find. I could feel you in the East, your distant warmth summoning me. The burning skyscrapers lit the way as I walked through the ashes of destruction and chaos. Oh, my love, you were near.

I passed by a flag in flames and caught sight of its colours before it was completely devoured. Our flag. Their flag. The flag of the United States of Eurasia. I watched it die, feeling the chords of my hatred vibrate as the last segment of the textile was reduced to ashes. I remember how I’d bowed before it years ago, bowed before this promise of peace. But now my entire being rejoiced as I contemplated its death.

I advanced, the void in my heart suckling at every last bit of memory I still had of you. Your face and your eyes eluded me with each passing minute, as I tried in vain to keep your image intact inside my brain. But forgetting your face didn’t stop me. You were my guiding light, and I had to keep following your love. I grabbed hold of the string and rejected the use of my vision.

They’d been our puppeteers. They’d pulled on our limbs and tried to crush us with their thumb. The people I encountered were like me. We’d escaped the program. We’d escaped unnatural selection. The weaker ones had already died. Hadn’t found a way to kill us yet. We saw clearly through their scheme. The Resistance was born.

On my way towards you someone tried to murder me. Oh, but it wasn’t personal. Muscle memory and a trigger. Nocturne in E Flat Major in the megaphones. How is it possible to corrupt such beauty? He rushed towards me and tried to slit my throat. The cold blade was on my skin. His breath was wild with torture. I thought of you, and the hope in my eyes deprogrammed him. He backed away and the only words he could find to ask forgiveness were “MK Ultra”.

I continued my journey, which somehow brought me to the edge of the city. I looked up at the stars, desperate for you. I lifted my hands up towards the moon, waiting for someone to look through the hole and put an end to everything. It was almost time, I could feel it. But first I needed to be reunited with you. “I belong to you,” I helplessly explained. I wanted you to take me along into the apocalypse. The sky was red, black, purple and black. The clouds had spiraled into endless eights, announcing the exogenesis of the world.

And so the world ended in a symphony. The overture was an awakening in crescendo; it was my escape, it was my search. Then, at the peak, this desperate cry. I yearned for you one last time, screaming at the skies, begging for you to be with me again. Thoughts alternated inside my head. Would I find you before we would all be swept away? Had you even been real? It was a cross-pollination of madness and hope, hope and madness. But then someone finally peeked. The Eye looked down upon me and made a final promise. The stars shivered one last time as the universe slowly started sucking us in.

And in the midst of this redemption, I was reunited with you.






As promised, the title story thing for The Resistance.
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