The Power

So the world has changed, and everyone is scared. Of one group. or is it one person? An organization has taken over the world, everyone falls under it's rule. What's it called? The Power. They are corrupted, and kill to make a point. It is up to three orphaned siblings, a young man, and a dog to find out what, or who, keeps The Power running and end it. Before it's too late.

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2. Chapter 1

“Nala! Nala, you need to listen to me! Come over here!” May was yelling at me and I was ignoring her, like I always did. I was walking away from the direction of the voice when I heard Max’s laughing behind me.
 “If May comes this way, tell her I went over there.” I pointed the opposite direction of where I was actually walking.
 “Yes, ma’am!” Max gave me a salute and I rolled my eyes.
 “I’m serious! She hasn’t left me alone in weeks and I need a break!” I yelled and continued walking, “Just don’t let her know where I’m going!”
 May had lately been complaining to me about huge migraines and visions that followed afterwards. I, of course, didn’t believe her. She was a ten year old kid that had just been working too hard, that’s all. Every time she complained, I told her to just go to bed. It had gotten annoying, how she always complained to me.
 I walked into the woods and sat by a large boulder. My feet hurt from walking on the stones bare footed. My shoes had been ordered a few days ago, so they should’ve been getting there in another day or two. But I had out grown my other ones and needed new ones.
 I had just started relaxing when I heard, “Nala! I know you are in the woods! Max told me where you are, come out!” May screamed and her voice echoed loudly.
 “Traitor.” I mumbled and slowly stood up, taking my time as I stretched out my legs. “Coming!” I yelled innocently and started walking over the painful rocks and sticks. “Just a few seconds!”
 “One Mississippi… Two Mississippi… Three Mississippi…! It’s been a few seconds!” She yelled impatiently and I rolled my eyes.
 “You are such a child!” I yelled at her through the brush. I could just barely see her, her deep blue eyes, blonde hair, and her cheeks which still held traces of baby fat.
 “I am a child!” She yelled back, “What’s your excuse?” She stuck her tongue out at me as I got an arm’s length away from her.
 “The fact that I am raising two.” I mumbled and looked straight into her eyes, “So what’s up?”
 She looked at me shyly, which was out of character for her. Unless she was nervous about something, then that’s the only time when she ever looked shy, “I had another vision.”  Of course she had! That’s all she ever did anymore!
  “Oh!” I exclaimed sarcastically, “And what would this one just so happen to be about?” She frowned at me. I knew I was being mean, she was only ten after all. Yet, it annoyed me. I was only nineteen and I had to take care of not one but two kids that were more than half my age.
 “Never mind.”  She hung her head and I instantly felt bad. She was my sister, after all. I shouldn’t be so mean to her, it wasn’t her fault I was stuck taking care of them. Though she didn’t help matters.
 “No, sorry.” I put my hand on her shoulder, “What was your vision about?” I was going to go along with it. At least until this imaginary vision phase of hers ended.
 She perked right up and her blue eyes sparkled with happiness. She was so cute when she was happy. Her happiness was always contagious and I smiled at her. “Okay,” She started, “It’s hard to explain the beginning, it was so blurry!” She waved her little hands in the air, “Then it cleared up, there was a boy. About your age!”
 “My age?” I asked, wondering how she could tell the age but shook the thought off when I remembered it was a fake vision.
 She glared at me, “Don’t interrupt!” She stomped her foot and I put my hands up defensively, “Anyways, he was walking up to our shed. He was looking for something! I think it was… you!”
 “Me?” I asked. She looked at me pointedly, “Sorry, I’m not interrupting anymore. Go on.”
 “The boy, I think, was looking for you.” She stated again, then her voice got really quiet. Like she was afraid someone would hear, “And he was hot!” Her voice rose to her regular level, “It looked like he needed to say something, something important. He had a dog with him as well… I think it was a German shepherd? It was a pretty dog.” She rambled on about the dog while I shifted so the sun shone through the trees. My cold skin soaked up the warmth greedily and I sighed.
 When I was sure she finished, I nodded thoughtfully and said, “When is this supposed to happen?”
 “I don’t know, that’s not how it works! But it looked nothing like how it does now, the trees were destroyed and the ground was torn up… It was horrible! I hope it doesn’t happen soon, but you never know.” She looked at me, awaiting my approval.
 “Yeah… I guess you never really know.” I didn’t want to overdo the act so she would think she could tell the future forever, but I wanted the conversation over, “Anyways, we better get inside the shed, it’s getting pretty late!” We both knew that it was only four in the afternoon, but she knew what I meant.
 At five, the wolves came out. They weren’t the same as they used to be, they were trained. If anyone was out after curfew, the wolves were supposed to kill them. Not a nice, clean, quick kill. It was the kind of kill where the screams of the victim stayed in your memory for eternity. The cries made you pity the poor person. They made you want to go outside and shoot the person, relieve them of their pain. Or shoot yourself; relieve yourself from the screams.
 The first time it happened was two years ago. Exactly a year after the bombing and a year before the earthquake. That day had always been the day the power showed the hold they had on everyone.
 The man had screamed his first scream at exactly five o’clock. It brought everyone from the town to their windows and we watched. The wolves, the size of grizzly bears, had drug a young man, maybe in his late twenties, into the town center. Nobody could look away from the gory seen ahead of them.
 The wolves tore him apart, starting from the bottom up. His feet, to his legs, to his hands, to his arms. Each section took at least fifteen minutes, if not more. The whole time he screamed, and begged someone to help him. But nobody would, everyone was too afraid. It ended with his neck being separated from his shoulders. Everyone heard the sickening noise of teeth gnawing away skin and muscle. And everyone heard the boys terrified screams come to a sudden halt. All that had imprinted on the whole towns mind. The story of the wolves. Now everyone obeyed the curfew, nobody dared risk the wolves.
 Since then there had been maybe five other wolf killings. But none quite as bad, everyone had learned not to watch. To ignore the screams and the growling outside. For if you looked once, just once, you couldn’t turn away. The worst part was the end, where the wolves turned away and you saw their eyes. They weren’t the eyes of a hungry predator. No, they were much worse. The eyes they bore looked too intelligent to just be predators’ survival skills. They were eyes of a human, and they were crazy with pleasure. The pleasure of ripping a man to pieces.
 

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 We headed back to the pearly grey shed, the size of a small house. Max was in there waiting for us to arrive and, when he saw us, his face cracked into a smile. “I see you found her!” He clapped at himself as he laughed and I scowled.
 “Yeah, she did. I really do wonder how she found me.” I glowered at him and he shrugged. Figures, I thought, he’s not going to feel bad. My eyes rolled as I stretched and fell in the bed, “Whatever.”
 “So what did you have to tell Nala anyways, May?” He cocked his head to the side and put his elbows on his knees so he could hold his head cupped in his hands.
 May looked at the ground nervously and shook her head, “Nothing.” She said it so quietly that I almost wasn’t even sure that was what she said.
 “C’mon May, you can tell me! We’re twins, remember?” He smiled innocently and she glowered at him.
 “Just butt out, Max!” May yelled and stomped her foot. The shed rattled and I flinched, remembering the earthquake. I recovered quickly though.
 “What was that?” I yelled loudly, automatically reaching out for May and Max. Another shake rattled through the shed. Grabbing the hands of the twins, I ran to the door, and peeked out. What I saw made no sense.
Every other house was collapsing to the ground. They looked as if something were simply flattening them. Then, some houses looked untouched. They were completely fine, like nothing had happened.
Screams sounded around us, and people came running from inside their houses. It took my brain longer to comprehend what was going on, and even longer to realize our house was one that was going to collapse.
“Out!” I screamed, and pushed the twins with me as a sprinted a few steps away. Seconds later, our shed collapsed behind us, and May screamed in frustration. Then, everything stopped. No more houses collapsed, nothing more happened.
“Nala…” May trailed off.
“What?” My voice was soft, gentle. I didn’t want to argue right then. May didn’t answer so I said again, “What do you want May?” When she still didn’t answer, I turned to see her pointing.
My eyes followed the trail of her finger, and my stomach dropped in pure terror. The clock read five o’clock. I looked back to May and Max and nodded. We knew what was going to happen. However, we weren’t going to go down without a fight.
A howl sounded in the distance.

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