Name Picking

Name Picking

She was just right there. On the line with the rest of the individuals. All in a straight line. Then the guards told them to face the right. The sky was grey and no signs of anything. The air was cold and she was freezing. She didn't have enough clothes to wear. All she had was a dark blue dirty sweater and ripped khaki cargo pants. She kept her hands in her pocket and force her neck down so the sold air won't come in. Next her was Jarvik. Jarvik told her to be still and quiet. Nothing bad is to happen to them, he saids. She didn't like today. Today would not be good day.

The guards many yards away were pulling a chain an a prisoner. He was naked and was shaking all over. He tried to stop for a breath but was force to never catch it by the guards who was pulling on the chain and another pushing him enough to make him fall on the cold, hard, concrete ground. The guard who was in front of the lined up individuals said, with a rough, hard voice with a bit of authority: "You all have been brought here today to witness a man, Josher Koder, who tried to escape this Sector. This man disobeyed our authority and our rules. His punishment is death by shooting."

As he said that, Josher was being pulled still to the middle of the street were he was just a few yards from the Individuals were lined up.
She can hear Josher's mouth chattering by the 30 degree fahrenheit cold. She said to Jarvik, "Why did they took off his clothes."

Jarvik said, "Because it's about making an example."

Jarvik, too, didn't enjoy this. Why can't the guards just shoot him. Quit torturing the man, he had enough already.

The guards stooped Josher right there. They made him face the individuals.

"On your knees, Josher!" One of the guards said.

He was cold and tired. She could she the hairs of his body from where she stands. He tried to do what the guards said but the guards did it for him with metal stick behind his knee. He made a yelling sound and fell to the ground. The cold was all over him now that he's now on the ground. His hand clench the place where the guards hit. Making a whimpering sound. She couldn't stand the site of it.

"Get on your fucking knees now, Koder! Now!"

One of guards grabbed his long brown hair to force him on his knee. One of the guards pulled his .357 magnum out of his pocket and placed it on the head. One inch above the ear.

She covered her eyes.

The guards was gonna pull the trigger, till suddenly...

"Wait!" One of the guards said, making the gun man guard to stop.

"You." Pointing at the Jarvik. "Tell the girl to open her eyes right now or else she'll be with this man!"

Jarik said, "Okay I will." He crouched to her. "Please, open your eyes or we'll be executed."

Her eyes were covered in tears. "I can't she said."

"Come on, Belle."

She slowly opened her eyes and looked straight ahead.

The guards proceeded.

One of them gave the okay to caring on the execution to the gun man.

The man cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger.

What she saw, for the first time, was to see something die. And it wasn't how she expected it. The gun shot was deafening to her ears.
And the next was his body. His body fell down like a rock. And just like that...it was over. The execution was carried out.

"All right," one of the guards said, " the execution was done and carried out. Now time of name calling!"

Name calling was a protocol. They want to make sure that they have everybody participating today.

"Mark Felix!" Said the guard. And he was free to go. And the names went on and on...

How they pick the names are never in alphabetical order, or by age. It's by random.

"Annabelle Kristen!"

That's why Sweetie Belle like to call it name picking.

"Annabelle Kristen! Did that bitch even showed up!"

"Here!" Sweetie Belle raised her hand high.

"Next time say 'here' whenever your name's called! Get out of my sight!"

And she did what she was told.

Jarvik, she thought, why did you gave me that name anyway.

Author's Note

I know I promised to make the story about each day in the month, but it would be too much and also useless sense and not much Ideas.

So I made this a non linear story now.

It was how it was meant.

Peace,

The Monstre.