Lies Will Destroy You

We were drunk. We all were; drunk on superiority and the power that we held. We were drunk on a corrupt and horrifying regime only few dared challenge; those were the people who saw past the blurred lines of the world and into a dark reality where you were exterminated for being, in their eyes, a minority, a disgrace, an outcast in an Aryan society.

Yet we were blind to see what so few had come to realise. The whole world was insane. But how could define insane, I knew what it meant but when this was how the world has been for the past 40 years, can it be justified to claim its insanity when we know of nothing else but this and only small parts of what the world was before?

I sat upon the window sill of my bedroom window, gazing out onto that bleak sunset on the horizon, the sun ducking down behind the woods just behind my backyard. What a place this was. It could stretch for miles; time could not dim its beauty. Yet the woods had a darker side to them. Get lost out there and you aint got a hope in hell in coming back. She was a harsh mistress, the South Bank forests, but it was none of her doing. Rumour had spread that there was an unknown military headquarters out there but nobody dared question it. Its little things like that which make people disappear; snatched in the dead of night without any questions or explanation, never to be seen again.

I sat, cautiously sipping my coffee; its bitter, sweet taste was almost pleasurable. Back in Los Angeles, it was almost impossible to find anything that tasted this good without a heavy price tag. I ran my fingers through my long, dark hair; memories plaguing my mind like a bloody disease. I began to think about Ed; was he dead yet? Did he leave this place without me? It wouldn’t surprise me if he was. He wasn’t much of a man, or a boyfriend for that matter. He was spineless and utterly useless; a waste of space if you ask me. Never seemed to fit in with the governments ideology, then again he was a Jew. I always told him he was ugly- with round specs and scrawny, but tall, physique; not much to look at.

Yet there was something about him, there must have been; His good intentions and kind nature maybe? I do not know and do not care for the man. Maybe if we'd never met, I wouldn't have to live with the memories of that night.

I glanced at my watch, it was half eight. Cursing under my breath, I left my half empty glass on the windowsill and wandered into my study; I was running late. The room was somewhat old fashioned; full of art from times before the Great War and books lining the room with their antique image. I wandered over to my computer, sitting down in the old wooden chair which stood rather grand in front of the huge white box that seemed so out of place; like a bright light in a dark room, filling it with its strange and sometimes unpleasant presence. The screen flickered into life as the internet homepage suddenly became visible in front of my eyes.

I sighed as my fingers felt for the mouse running my hand through my fringe and pushing it out of my eyes as my mind wandered back to Ed. A cold shiver ran down my spine as my memory traced the lines of his face. I no longer cared for Ed as I did before, but it was like I couldn’t let go; clinging onto the last shred of my life before that night, hoping that I wasn’t completely alone in this mad world. The world was so much smaller than it used to be and I felt trapped; we were all trapped without any means of escape.

I clicked open my email, glancing around the room to make sure nobody was watching. I rolled my eyes; since moving here, I’ve come to realise that I always do that but never fully understood why. Maybe it was the fact the government monitored your every movement, listened in on every conversation you had.

Or maybe it was the fact that I was a homosexual man with a wild imagination living alone in a big, empty house.

Grabbing hold of a nearby pen, I scrawled down the name of the address on the back of my hand, my heart pounding as I quickly moved out of the study and towards my front door, my hands trembling as I turned the key in the lock and stepped outside into the dark.

I pulled up the black hood of my hoody, shoving my hands deep into my pockets as I crept through the dark streets of London; my heart thudding against my chest. I knew this was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have gone, especially during the curfew. A full moon, shone brightly down from the blackened skies, spotlighting me in its beautiful and majestic light as the cold wind crept around me; engulfing me in its icy touch. I shuddered, clenching my teeth as I wrapped my arms around my body; desperately trying to keep warm. Why didn’t you bring a coat, idiot I thought miserably to myself.

Lights suddenly flashed up ahead. I quickly darted into an alleyway, covering my mouth as my eyes widened in horror. This was it. They were finally going to catch me and I would be arrested quicker than I could say sorry. I leaned back against the wall, watching from the shadows as a large black van drove past me, turning the corner at the end of the street and disappearing from view. I sighed with relief, glancing around to check if anyone else was around before I hurried myself down the alleyway. With all the black vans driving around there was no way I could just walk through the street without being caught.

Or so I thought.

As I reached the opposite end of the ally, I turned a corner and walked through the ginnel, breathing a sigh of relief as I began to relax a little. Everything was fine. I was just being overly paranoid that’s all.

A loud click suddenly came from behind me which was quickly accompanied by a cold, metal cylinder being shoved into the back of my head. My blood ran cold as my body froze to the spot. Shit I thought fearfully, squeezing my eyes shut; hoping this was all a dream or in my overactive imagination. “And what exactly are you doing” a deep voice growled from behind me. I swallowed hard, slowly turning around to face the voice to find a man no older than 30 standing before me; his blonde hair and blue eyes looked almost angelic in the streetlight above his head. “I’m on my way to visit a friend” I replied, trying to sound confident; my eyes fixed on the barrel of the gun as I tried slowly to edge away from this creep.

The man laughed, lowering his gun as two more men emerged from the shadows. “Visiting a friend eh?” He asked in a mocking manner. The two men behind him grinned at one another, their crooked teeth flashing in the moonlight; sending a chill down my spine. “Yes...Yes she’s very sick. Now if you don’t mind...” I replied, turning around to walk away when one of the henchmen grabbed my hair, yanking me back. I cried out, fear taking over me as I begged for him to let me go as the other two men began to close in on me. I kicked out, slamming my foot straight into the man’s shin behind me. He quickly let go, screaming in agony as he dropped to the floor. I stepped away from him, my eyes focusing upon the other two men whose twisted expressions still remained perched upon their faces. My fingers curled into fists, clenching my teeth as I readied myself to take them on. I knew there was no way I’d win against three of them but I wasn’t going to stand here and wait for them to take me.

But then the leader did something completely unexpected.

He laughed.

“There’s no need for that sir. We’re simply exercising our civic duties” He said sweetly, producing his BL Party badge as the two men behind him sniggered. My eyes widened in horror. What had I done? “Oh god your finger men... I’m sorry I didn’t know” I protested, backing up against the wall of the ginnel. “Too right you are. And by the time we’re finished with you, you won’t just be the sorriest piece of arse in London.... You’ll be the sorest” He growled, his face changing into a dark and terrifying expression.

The two men seized his arms, forcing him to the ground. “Get off me!” I cried, struggling in their grip. A gruff laugh came from the leader, shoving the barrel of the gun into my forehead. “I wouldn’t if I were you” he sneered, the stench of stale liquor and cigarettes wafting from his lips and making me feel physically ill. My eyes staring up in terror at the gun as the other man began to force my legs apart. This was really happening. In the world that I lived in you only ever heard rumours of things like this, you never expected in your wildest dreams that it would happen to you. “Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone I...I’ll just go home please don’t do this” I begged, tears filling my eyes as I squirmed in the other mans grasp. They ignored my cries, laughing at my feeble attempts to reason with them. “Ooh we’ve got a squirmer” The wounded henchman giggled, forcing apart my legs and hooking his fingers around my jeans as he began to pull them down.

Out of the darkness, footsteps began to move towards the scene. Fear rose in my chest as my eyes feel upon a dark figure standing in the shadows. “Gentlemen, would you be so kind as to let this man go” The figure said.

Notes

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