Electric Night

About a girl competing with the uncontrollable for her freedom.


1. Chapter One

I hear my heart pounding through my chest. I’m sprinting, but I don’t know why. At this point in my don’t-know-how-long-it’s-been life, I want to unplug. But that’s not up to me; it’s up to the government. I’m one of the only ones who can determine the difference between Plug-In and reality. Reality is just about as twisted as the Plug-In, which is probably why people can’t tell the difference. When I’m in the Plug-In, it always seems to be a me-against-time scenario. See, Plug-In is a place where everyone is plugged into something that the government controls, and for a certain amount of hours a day, they control you. Then, after a certain amount of hours, they unplug you. This is what, most likely, has brainwashed our society.

Rumor has it that everyone in their Plug-In lives has a signal. Something that would see every time in the simulation that reminds your brain that it’s Plugged-In. Again, this is another secret that most people don’t know. That there is one thing in every “dream” to remind us that all this is, is a nightmare. I don’t know what mine is yet, but at least I know to look for one. They also say that this thing in every “dream” is your only connection to the real world.

            I am running as fast as I can, but whatever is behind me is catching up quickly. I’ve had this one before, this scenario. Somehow, this creature chasing me never catches up. Another reason the whole Plug-In idea is a total nightmare. I don’t know when I wake up. I don’t know who I really am. All I know is that I’m Plugged in as number 3879. I “sleep” here and so does everyone else, whoever they may be. When we are unplugged, we just sleep. We sleep until we are Plugged back in. We don’t know how long it is in between Plug-Ins; it could be days, months, even years.

            Sometimes I think about society. About which one of the psychopaths creates and manipulates my destiny. I lay here, number 3879, and I’m just another machine the government plugs and unplugs, into an even bigger machine. What human would want to take other humans and brainwash them? Well, I don’t know who they are, but all I know is that they are messed up.

            I’m running, running, running. Running until the end of time. Or at least that’s what it feels like. As I run, I hear the ruffling and shuffling of leaves behind me. I just see streaks of green as I sprint. The cold breeze on my skin almost stings. My feet are moving, but I’m not making them. If I wanted to, I could stop. Just freeze. I have finally found a way to show them. To show the Creator that he can’t manipulate me. To say no. To rebel. But that’s not going to happen, because I can’t control that, let alone myself or my own life.

            Running, running, running. I swear I can smell the breath of the beast. Although I was sprinting, I had never gotten tired. I can just keep running. But I won’t. Because soon enough, the creator will become sick of this little game, and he will unplug me. And then, in years, months, days, they will Plug me back in. to a different world. I personally like it here. Running through whatever jungle this is, somewhat free. Of course, at this point, I have no freedom. And for the record, I never really had any freedom to lose.

            The beast is roaring and sprinting towards me, as I sprint away from him. He is big. I can tell, because as he is sprinting I can feel the ground shake as his paws go down on the jungle floor. It’s almost like a mini earthquake. For the first time, I feel tired. Exhausted in fact. For the first time, I can feel something. Exhaustion. The only feeling I have ever truly felt. And to be honest, I don’t like this feeling. My legs feel like they are about to give in. An unidentifiable liquid drips down my face as I run. Sweat? The spit of my beast? Panting, I almost feel my legs giving in. I hear the beast roar and the ground shakes. And all of a sudden, I go blank.


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