Scarlet eyes

A Story by Izzy

My english assignment hope people enjoy1

The year was 2059.3 A.D. The United States of America had been overtaken by sadistic cooperation known as VI order. Things were not like they used to be. Congress had made it illegal to weigh less than 200 pounds or be prosecuted. This really meant there hadn’t been an economic depression since the year 2009. Many of the regular fast-food chains had quintupled their sales, which led to the girth of the nation.

The VI order made all American citizens convert from their prior faiths to one known as Helionism, or the worship of the sun. All the former networks are all dead and gone, taken out a long time ago. This sovereignty took power after the last president’s 1st term in office in the white house which by now is a tremendous steel building with spikes punctured through the sides and roof. This cataclysm happened in the year 2012. The Mayans always prophesized the world would end that year. I guess this is what they meant our tyrant president who has been in control since that year. The end of our world, that was hard to grasp even the notion. No more crime since all the cops were to obese and so were criminals. Most criminals and delinquents were all locked up in Guantanamo bay. Most who went there usually deserved it except for one.

The little boy I met in prison. I remember his name fondly, Mokou Boshi. He was my cell mate. I never asked what he did to end up here in this hell hole, he didn’t have to. The kid was basically a stick-figure. He had longest raven hair I had ever seen. It was very spiky and straight. Mokou had a very olive skin tone, like the sands of the east Sanubian sand dunes. His eyes gleamed a fiery scarlet fury. He always seemed quiescent and optimistic. Maybe because he mature for his age, he’s was only 13.

Mokou Boshi was very eccentric. He always knew how to crack a smile, even in the darkest of situations. He had a nickname for me “Panda Blubba” after a boss from some random video game. He never liked calling Mariah. He told me how he enjoyed that game. He says the reason he was there was because of a practical joke. Mokou and I were about to be released from prison. I was here for 2 years, Mokou for about 10 months. Why now, you ask? Neither of us made the requirements of “The Six Levels of Fatness”. He’s from New York, and I’m from Boston. Naturally you’d think we’d be rivals. We were indicted, convicted, and sentenced around the same time, but years apart. Today was our release day; we were going to what we call home. We sat in a concrete office for about a few hours. Mokou was called first.

“Name please?” the warden catechize. “. . .” Mokou stood stilly, handcuffed behind his back staring down at the warden. “Do you want me to repeat the question, Mr. Boshi?” the warden uttered stormily. “Mokou Boshi, sorry.” After a while of interrogation, Mokou was escorted to the waiting room. Mokou stumbled to his seat in the small cramped room made from white painted concrete walls and scuffed green tile floor. The lights flickered constantly as it was altered that way as a mind trick to induce a state of paranoia. Mokou shut his eyes just to concentrate.

“Mokou Boshi” the warden called out. The chair moved quite quickly through the door. He got up and faced the wall. The warden went through her pockets stuff jingling until she pulled out a card. She swiped it over his handcuffs. The handcuffs vanished in glittering flash of light. “You’re free to go, Mr. Boshi” the warden denounced. Mokou was silent walking down the corridor. He hadn’t uttered a peep the entire day. It was very unlike him. We finally exited the big steely gates topped with circular shaped barbwire. First thing he did was shield his eyes from the sun. It must have burned to him. He looked as if his hair was on of the many palm trees that surrounded the area. I didn’t know what happened to him for at least another 10 months when I ran into him at of all places the nation’s capital.

10 months later, Mokou was asleep on his couch in his apartment, which he purchased himself. After 2012, juveniles were considered an adult at 13, which meant they had legal rights to ownership of land. He seemed very care free sleeping, while the wall presented an Aquaball game. Aquaball was basically the underwater version of football, which had been eradicated years ago. It was really as much of a barbaric sport as football was. A knock suddenly pelted on the door to the tune of a medley. “Mokou look what I did!” a child-like voice peered through the door. It didn’t wake Mokou up. “Mokou, are you home?” Still there was no response. The voice briefly proceeded to look through her pockets and pulled out a mini laser standard issue. The voice proceeded to take a few steps back and charge at the door, after burning off the doorknob. She crashed through the door completely destroying it into pieces with her tremendous girth. Mokou fluttered his eyes open, cocked his head towards the door, and lethargically stared at the plump little girl.

“Mokou guess what happened?” the plump little girl panted, clutching the area of her heart which had stains as long as the Nile river. Mokou muttered “What Tofu.” Tofu was the little neighbor girl that lived next door with her robot parents. She always treated Mokou like the older sibling she never had. She had been spending a lot more time with Mokou since he got out of prison. “I got a new video game!” Mokou looked dazed and confused. He had realized a long time ago, that video games were very frivolous and governmental mind control tactics. He really didn’t care at all. He arose from the couch wearing a white t-shirt and dragon pajama bottoms. He stretched for a minute, and advanced through the opening where the door had previously been. Stepping over the wooden chips and splinters, Mokou sauntered through the hallway, gazing at all the other doors.

Nothing really crossed his mind, while was walking. On the doors on this floor, had a motion sensor device and a small box in the lower left corner. I case of a burglary or something more heinous occurring, the bomb inside it would detonate it was motion sensor. I never understood how it could differentiate between the owner, guest or stranger. What about Mokou’s door? How come it didn’t explode? Another thing odd about here was the hallways when look on the map telling you where everything is it makes a mouse ear shape on each floor. Although everything is run by them, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

When he finally made it to the transporter he ran into someone he didn’t expect to see. “Panda?” He was a little bit star struck. He tackle hugged me. I could tell he was very happy to see me. I hadn’t seen him in months. The only way I found him was through the virtual tracker. We went back to his apartment caught up on old memories into the night. We chatted about many subjects that occurred in our lives. He complained about a bunch of stuff, like how we were both falsely in prison. He suggested “We should revolt.” I was shocked when he suggested something as outlandish and ludicrous as this. I stayed there for a few months and he would constantly bring up the subject. Until one day I finally agreed to help him.

Surprisingly, we did still needed to pass it off at our weekly parole hearings, that we were rehabilitated. Apparently, word never got out about the plan even with all the bug cameras, motion sensors, and spies via the television actually seeing who watching. The brain chips, which are implanted at birth, were just as bad. Personally, I didn’t want to be accessory to any of this, but I have an unfortunate habit of this happening.

The scheme took about a few months to concoct. There were some nights were he wouldn’t sleep, he’d be up all night on the ocillo sphere finder looking up coordinates to the headquarters. He went and found a small airship at the local junkyard and he spent a lot of time fixing it up. Tofu helped out to. She would rally at the apartment. Soon we made Mokou’s dream happen, he loaded everyone as many people as he could into that flying ship in the sky. Tofu and didn’t go with him. I say what had transpired the next day on the news. He did it. All I thought he was never coming back here ever again, since he was now president of the New United Sates of America. But he did return.

Mokou achieved a lot of accomplishments. He said these short words at his inaugural address “I am Mokou Boshi. We all are not puppets for the VI order anymore. Listening to them is like . . . playing video games as Luigi. You fought and fought to avoid this. You tried to convince the other guy “hey Luigi’s cool.” But he didn’t believe you. So finally, you took Luigi for yourself. For the game. But you sacrificed your soul for this. No I won’t be a Luigi anymore!”