In 2049, 13 year old Lisa starts writing an account of her experence fighting for freedom with her fellow rebels. After her little brother is kidnapped by a man in a mask, her world starts to crumble around her. Will Jasper see the light of freedom as Lisa finds out that when in war, no-one is who they say and nothing is as it seams.


9. June 23rd 2049

The Parade was long and loud. I had left Jasper in the bunker nursery, just so he could recover a bit more. People cheered, for the leader of the F.A.F was dead. The reign had ended and the people were free. Thousands of countries showed gratitude over webcasts, television showings and telephone calls. I blushed at each one.

Dressed in my uniform for the last time, I walked up the aisle with people throwing flowers into my pathway. The applause was deafening yet appreciated. Leader greeted me and awarded me with the golden falcon, our highest award. I looked over into the overlooking crowd. The podium had been washed and shinned to it's former glory. I stepped up and opened my mouth.

A flare exploded in the sky

The crowd gasped then swept into silence. A small group of people near the front parted revealing a man.

A man in a mask.

He tossed what looked like rag doll onto the stage. The clothes were torn, there was a cut to the arm and a black eye was a real shiner.

Jasper had been through the wars just as much as I had. The bomb strapped to his neck was counting down. As it glistened, the crowd caught eye of it and the cheers turned into screams.


I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of nail clippers


I cut the blue wire








Left with two


Red and black


Blood and death


I screamed


I cut death


My eyes screwed up, awaiting impact. The screams stopped as the crowd held their breath.

A small whisper arose from the silence.




I opened my eyes to Jasper. Gasping for breath he repeated my name. I reached into my backpack and pulled out scraps of clothing sown up into a treasured possession. It wrapped round my brother as his breathing returned to normal.

I passed him to the bunker medics as my eyes met Ty's. He walked up to the stage. I stayed where I was, trying to take everything in. He walked forward and my lips met his and I knew the nightmare was over, and Ty had made me a dream.

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