Dearest With Red Hair

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  • Published: 12 Sep 2014
  • Updated: 3 Oct 2014
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***For the Name On Your Wrist Competition***

Nowadays, The Test is all that matters. School is a minority, friends are a minority even family are minorities. Why waste your time on love and friendship when the world is so full of misery and sadness? Besides, nobody gets to know you. Why not? All they do is look at your hair and every thing they need to know is right there.
But for Cassy it isn't right. Why be judged on your hair? She believes in the old days, of freedom and romance. So when she meets Evel, the dashing boy next door and hears of his plans, she decides to join in.
What will happen? Will Society take over? And will Evel truly turn out to be her dearest with red hair...
**Choice Two Of The Selected Choices**


13. Head

My stomach jolts. The eyes are stained white, with red cracks running through them, the pupils a shocking green.

Then a smile. Bright white, scarily happy.

All of a sudden, the lights flick on. The room is bathed in a white light and I see screens. Huge screens with black writing on, with flashing red dots, with blue prints. I see a single desk, covered in paper work, and pink liquid. Pink liquid? Where is that familiar? Remembering it was the liquid we had to drink before The Test, I gulp.

My eyes are directed to the owner of the eyes and the smile. A tall woman with blonde hair cut into a bob, with a light blue suit and skirt, with black heels and the same scary smile.

“Hello little children,” she laughs. Evel takes a step forward, so she takes a step back.

“Are you?” he asks, his voice wavering. The women nods.

“Yes, Head. But you may call me Head.” She cackles loudly. She’s crazy! She’s Head! We’ve been controlled by some mad women up here by herself!

“We know what you’re doing,” I say bravely. The confidence in my voice surprises me, and I curl my hands into fists.

“Ah, my little plan? Well, you’re very clever aren’t you?” She smiles brightly.

“Its evil!” cries Evel. Head laughs loudly, the same cackles as before, like a witch.

“Care for me to explain? You barely know anything,” she whispers.

“You don’t know that,” I warn but Head shakes her head.

“Ah, but I do. I knew some red-heads would know, I wasn’t very subtle with some parts. But other parts? You probably helped my plan along nicely. Did you even know? No. So let me explain.”

She walks over to a screen and points at the red dots.

“These dots shows the, now newly decedents. Every single one of them, mapped out on this screen. I can track all of them, and if any suspicious activity occurs, I just tap on their dot to show what they’re up to. Simple! Want to know how I track you all?” I stay silent and so does Evel.

“That pink liquid you drunk before The Test, one batch had a tracking device in it. You all drank that little tracker and it implanted itself in your skin. Nice isn’t it? Go ahead, feel the back of your neck.” Nervously, I run a hand down the back of my neck. I can feel the hairs, thin yet strong, then a bump. A bump.

“That little bump is the tracker. No point in removing it because it won’t come out. When we don’t need to track you anymore, the tracker loses connection and remains at the back of your throat until you die. No harm done.” No harm done? She was invading our privacy!

“Of course, there is more reason behind the liquid. Why would I track you if there were no need? There is one need, obviously, which is key. In fact, it is highly important.

You see, un-decedents and new decedents are becoming very clever. Too clever. This year, we’ve had the highest recorded red colour. It could climb, and that is never good news. So we have to do something about that.

This needs a plan behind it, a very devilish scheme, which has already been set. Right now, the little clock is ticking for all of you.” What does she mean? Head picks up on my confusion.

“My plan is, I’m sure you already know, to wipe out the new decedents of this year and gradually every un-decedent. I can’t do this in some sort of crazy, un-merciful way could I? No.

There is a small amount of poison in one batch of liquid. Enough to let you last three days. Unfortunately there was a small flaw, and the poison batch was dispatched early. That is why we had to move the date of The Test forward. We couldn’t have you die one day after you were decided. That would arise suspicion.

So we moved The Test forward and everything is working. You’re slowly dying right now, you don’t know it, but you are. Tomorrow, you will die. Not painfully, very fast, and without a sound.”

“You inhumane bitch!” roars Evel and launches himself at Head. I grab his jumper and pull him back, clinging on tight.

“No, no, no,” I whisper to him. I feel his muscles relax.

“Beware mister, you may not always have your girlfriend to save you. You touch me, I have fifty security guards with guns on you in an instant.”

Anger rises up inside me. How could she be so callous? What was wrong with her? Somehow fear had worked its way into her system, making her mad, making her scared of the minors. Of the people that could do the most harm and the least. Fear has a way of doing that.

I keep tight on Evel, who seems to tense up again. Silence envelopes the room as we stare at Head. Then, slowly, I release Evel and attack too.

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