Explore Pauls Journey in Acts
October 30, 2018
The Halloween Horror
The rain pounded on the windows, leaving wet streaks like fingers. Lily peered out the window at the kid crowded street, shivering in her tutu, rubbing her arms for warmth. “Mom, do I have to go?” she asked her mom for the 5th time. “Yes honey, it’s Halloween, you have to trick or treat.” responded her mother wearily, looking up from her phone. Lily sighed and stepped out onto the wet street, her pink slippers soaking up water. Walking through the street, Lily realized, looking down at her damp leotard, that an umbrella was probably a good idea.
Turning around, to go back to her house, Lily saw a very frightening sight. It was not a spooky ghost, nor a scary clown, but in fact the just recently populated street, was empty. A pulsing silence met the black night. A spare can rolled down an alleyway and out of sight. A faint chime of a grandfather clock rang from a house in the neighborhood. The street lamps flickered, bats swooped over head, a black cat slinked out of the shadows and into the path of the pale moonlight. It’s piercing green eyes met Lily’s, neither blinked, neither moved.
Lily felt like the cat could see into the deepest parts of her soul. The cat slowly walked towards Lily, its eyes never leaving hers. Lily backed up, heart thumping hard in her chest, feeling like it would burst away from the veins holding it in place. A piercing shriek of horrific laughter split the night behind her. Lily whirled around and squinted into the dark night. A branch snapped to the left of her and Lily swiftly turned back around. The cat was gone and so was the light.
The intense darkness pressed on Lily, closing her eyes wouldn’t make a difference. Something moved around her, Lily spun in circles, trying to identify the source. She didn’t know what was going on, where was she? Who is that? Lily felt hot tears spill down her front and into her shirt. A porch light flicked suddenly on. She ran towards it, this was her house, it would be okay! She stumbled up the stairs and opened the front door and slamming it shut behind her. Pressing her back against the door, she sighed with relief.
Lily looked around her dark house. The lights were off, which was strange because her mom should be home at this time. Lily shrugged and walked over to her favorite couch, plopping down on the cushion. The couch felt a little different, it was harder and less bouncy, the seat felt like something big had recently sat down here. Looking at the pictures on the table beside her, Lily saw a choir singing; probably her sisters, a mountain side view and a picture of a man wearing a very nice suit. He had black hair that stuck up a little on the sides, his mouth was twisted into a sneer, his green eyes narrowed. The green eyes blinked. Lily screamed. A window upstairs shattered, something heavy landed on the floorboards above.
Lily took a closer look around, the house had peeling wallpaper, spider web covered bookshelves and rotting floorboards. This wasn’t her house! Lily scrambled towards the door wrenching it open. It wouldn’t budge. She yanked again, it was stuck. Something was walking slowly down the stairs, the boards creaking. Lily frantically pulled and tugged on the door, the steps were coming nearer. Spinning around, eyes wild, she looked for a place to hide, somewhere to get away from the thing coming closer.
The eyes on the picture of the man in a black suit pointed dramatically to a door a dozen feet away. Could I make it? Lily thought. The steps neared the last set of steps, claws scraping the wood. A enormous black shadow on the wall leading to the stairs crept into sight. The shadow looked like a mountain, horns as sharp as a knife, fur like a blanket. It’s rugged breath broke the shaky silence of the house. The creature turned around the corner and into sight, and Lily dove behind the couch, shaking with terror.
16 year-old girl dies activating memory serum.
By: Selah Muench, Bureau Weekly
The Bureau of Genetic Welfare- August 3, 2013
Last week, Beatrice “Tris” Prior, current occupant of the Bureau of Genetic Welfare, died by gunfire activating a memory serum. Tris and her friends planned on wiping the workers of the Bureaus memory to protect their former city, Chicago. The Bureau believed that the city of Chicago needed to be “reset” because Chicago was about to go to war. The Bureau considered Chicago to have “damaged genes,” making them their “experiment.” Tris and her friends knew something had to be done.
Tris’s brother, Caleb Prior, planned on activating the memory serum to reset the Bureaus memory. The serum was well protected, set in a weapons lab that could only be entered when a code was typed into the keypad. Tris and her friends knew that if the weapons labs walls were blown up, it would immediately release a death serum. With a gas mask, someone could reach the memory serum and activate it, but they would essentially die.
Knowing this, they figured one death, to save thousands of people from a terrible fate, was worth it. Before Caleb entered the weapons lab, though, Tris decided to go instead, because she loved him. “She loved me. Enough to hold me at gunpoint so she could die for me. I have no idea why, but that’s just the way it is.” reports a sorrowful Caleb. Tris heroically walked through the death serum and activated the memory serum before being shot by David.
Being the leader of the Bureau, Davids memory was immediately erased after Tris activated the serum. David was declared innocent because he killed a rebel under duress. “The man we once knew doesn’t exist anymore; he’s as good as dead. He doesn’t remember killing Tris.” says Cara, a friend of Tris.
Tris’s boyfriend, Tobias Eaton comes back to Bureau in triumph after saving Chicago of war and reuniting with his mother; to find his girlfriend dead. Tobias is grief stricken and is furious with Caleb and himself for not knowing that she would sacrifice herself for her brother. “Of course Tris would go into the weapons lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.” Tobias states.
The once-divided cities of Bureau and Chicago unite and start to rebuild their separated nation. The cities try to recover from, not only the death of Tris, but the death of many others in the events leading up to now. Without her, the lives of the people living in Chicago would be lost and the Bureau would have total control of the city.
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