Rebellion - 1/?
Title: Rebellion
Author: clariguard
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min
Warning: Some language, opinions/beliefs, !girl Taemin!
Summary: Lee Taemin does not like how this country has ended up. She finds others who agree with her and joins their resistance. Society has different views and agrees with every single thing their dictator, Choi Minho, says. He controls everyone's minds. He does not stand for any disobedience. Sometimes.
A/n: This is my first chaptered fic... I am currently writing chapter 4 but I want to make sure that I have enough to post every so often until I am done with it. Sooo.. Here's the first chapter and I hope you enjoy it~~~ ^_^ (And it's deoing the weird spacing again, sorry, I guess it's just the copy paste issue or the program i use... *shrugs*) <3
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Stand up. We shall not be moved. There
is a war going on for your mind. You may not see it but it is there.
Many have already lost and fallen into the wrong hands. Some are
barely hanging on. Some are pretending. Some blend in. Some don't
know what to do. There is panic. There is calm minds. There are minds
that do not care where they go.
There are minds like mine though.
Minds that will not stand for what has happened to our country. OUR
country. Not his. Not Mine. Not Yours. Not his nor hers, nor theirs.
It is OUR country. My mind is my own. My mind thinks and has an
opinion. Minds that have stopped thinking, stopped wondering, stopped
action, have lost. My mind thinks. My mind disagrees. My mind has an
opinion. Because my mind has not stopped,I am winning.
It is hard to find someone who thinks
now. Who has an opinion. I have met so very few. No more women. They
have all fallen or have died. Most have fallen. Some have died. My
parents have died. It was cruel. When he, Choi Minho, took over, he
would not stand for any disobedience. He ordered everyone who did not
agree with him to death. My parents were part of a riot, a rebellion,
and were caught, then stoned and hung to death.
A total of 1,000, 893 people died before
everyone seemed to agree with the man. Some died such like my
parents. Some committed suicide. Some ran away. This country that God
gave us has fallen apart. This use to be a country to run to, now it
is a country to run from. You will be chased. You will die. Unless
you believe what he does.
You die inside if you side with him.
It is better to believe what you wish and die for that than with what
a single man wishes. I want everyone to have a say, not to be afraid!
I am not the only one. Key, Jonghyun, Onew, Chunji, Changjo, Jay, an
TOP. I am the only women. I can be used to their benefit. Or at least
now I can.
I received a letter last night. And a
package. It was an invite. I am to attend the parties that our
dictator has every night. The package held the outfit I was to wear
for the theme. It was a swimming theme. The swimming suit was a one
piece. Black with blue polka dots. Halter top style with a low
V-neck. The note said,
“Hello. Lee Taemin, you are invited
and required to attend all night parties held by The Choi Minho.
Arrive no later than 6:30 PM and leave by 10:30. Follow all rules and
wear what is given or according to the theme.”
It had a stamp of the address at the
bottom. I changed into the swimming suit and put clothing on over it.
I wore brown ¾ pants with a camouflage t-shirt. Exactly what he
hated. His interview from few months ago said what he likes and
dislikes. He hates it when girls look conservative and wear
camouflage or brown. Sucks for him.
“When you are there, voice your
opinion.” Onew told me.
“I know that. It's not like I
wouldn't.” I said back.
“Don't get killed.” Key told me.
“I won't.” I said back.
“You might, just be careful. Take
this knife with you.” Chanji said.
“I have no where to put it though.”
I said.
“Put it in your bag with your
things. Hide it but in a spot that you can get to it easily.” TOP
said.
“Don't talk about our resistance
though.” Changjo warned.
“I'm not that stupid.” I said.
“Sometimes you are, woman.” Jay
joked.
“Oh shut up you sexist hoe.” I
said lightly hitting him
“It's time to go.” Jonghyun
interrupted.
“Thank you everyone. I'll be back,
don't worry.” I smiled, grabbing my bag and leaving.
Once the car stopped, a man opened the
door for me and another ushered me inside. “You are the last one to
arrive. Why are you so late?” The man asked me.
“It said no later than 6:30. It is
6:28.” I said.
“Most women would die to be here
earlier though. It is Mr. Choi after all. Women have been here since
noon!” He said surprised.
“Well I'm not that desperate for a
boy like him.” I said.
“Don't you mean man?” He
questioned me.
“Not in a million years.” I said
confidently.
I strolled on in and the man went to
the dictator to tell him that I, that last one, arrived. Women
starred at me with disgust and curiosity. The all were beautiful
sluts. Hah. They were stick figures, large breasts and butts, all
wearing bikinis. You could see ribs and other bones on some of them.
“You finally decided to join us.
Were you lost, little lamb?” He spoke. The room was silent with all
eyes on me.
“Not lost at all. More like I did
not wish to be here, but my family made me.” I said back.
“Oh, did you have plans then? I'm so
sorry.” He said smirking at me.
“No plans either. Again, I do not
wish to be here yet my family insisted.” I said.
“And why is that?” He asked still
smirking.
“This Q &A session is over
with.” I said with authority.
“This Q&A session, as you call
it, is not over until 10:30. Guess you will have to endure it. And
speaking of which, you look so out of place and ugly with those
clothes on. Take them off and stay in your swimming suit.” He
ordered me.
I left to the bathroom and the talking
began again. I shoved my clothing into my bag and put on my high top
shoes. I stuck the small pocket knife in the side and used my long
hair to spread it across my chest to hide the v-neck.
Walking out of the bathroom at 7:00,
bag in hand, the room was silenced once more. I went to the nearest
lawn chair that was away from the dictator. He smiled and told
everyone to relax and start up conversation again.
Later on he started a discussion and
the topic was abortion. They agreed with everything he said while I
did not speak. The wind blew and it seemed that it reminded him that
I was there.
“Taemin,” He said. All eyes turned
to me, “Don't you agree that abortion is a wonderful thing?” It
was silent again. So was I. “Taemin.” He said with a smirk.
“Abortion should be illegal.” I
said strongly. There were gasps and whispers about what I stated. “If
you don't want the baby then you shouldn't have had sex. If you were
raped, have the baby then give it up for adoption if you still don't
want it.” I said.
“But think of all that pain that
you'd go through and the--”
“But what If you---”
“You have no right to--”
“You're insane!!”
“Why are you here?” People
interjected.
“Shut up. All of you.” I said
rudely. “You all are giving me a migraine.”
“You deserve it!” People shouted.
“Why do you feel so strongly about
it?” Dictator asked.
“A child is God's gift. We have no
right to take it away.” I said.
“God has no power over this country
that I rule. He is dust. But the men have the choice and power. We
all are pro-choice.” He said.
“God is who I obey. I'm pro-choice
too. It is that child's choice. We all have the right to life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Why is someone else making a
decision for a child that can't voice themselves yet? It's not fair
to them. If they want to die, they will say it. If they want to live,
let them live. If they can't speak, don't assume for them.” I said.
“That's a bunch of crap!” Someone
said.
“Why would you disagree??”
“Kill her!”
“You all have no voice. Why? Why do
you agree with him? Would you really kill your own child?” I asked.
They all were silenced. “Do you have no heart? Think of that child!
What is best for them. Not for you. What if that child could have
found the cure to a horrible disease? Why would you ruin that chance?
You must have your heart ripped out if you think that way!” I said
loud and proud.
“I think it's time for you to
leave.” Dictator said.
“Oh thank you Lord God Almighty!”
I said looking up and wrapping myself in a towel.
“Goodbye.” He said. His eyes
sparkled with amusement as I left.
“Sayonara, asshole.” I said
flipping him off and leaving. Everyone went in a huge uproar as I
left.
When I got home, I played the voice
recorder of the entire night so they would know exactly what had
happened. They were impressed and very amused. Bad thing about this
is that I got another package the next afternoon.
(Read part 2: http://clariguard.livejournal.com/10650.html)