by adrian.dakota

The first ever installement or whatever of "Nine". It’s pretty good, although quite short – because I’m losing Internet connections – but I like it, and it’s nice. Also, if anyone’s angry about the fact that the World State starts in Tokyo, Japan, I’ll just say that no offence was meant and that it was purely coincidental. I chose that city by spinning a globe and tapping my finger randomly until I ended up in Asia.

17 May 2011. 
Several years past, a new political party formed in Tokyo, Japan. It became dominant and soon managed to gain control of the government, and formed a secret military to attack nearby states.
By the time other nations realised what this party was doing, it was already too strong to stop. Slowly, the Korean Peninsula, Beijing, Shanghai, Taiwan, and everything in between fell to this new militarist state.
The following events happened as the World State began its attack on the last remaining city.


School. It was ironic how everyone was still expected to go to it, really, considering that it was only a matter of time before the World State invaded Hong Kong. There was no means of escape; the sea was cut off by the State Navy, the land originally belonging to China occupied by State soldiers, and the air constantly patrolled by State aircraft just outside the border.
Terrance closed his eyes and looked up at the bright sky. One of the few things that never changed, even when a city was on the brink for war.
The cars didn’t work. The State Navy didn’t allow fuel ships to get through. Food, water, and other essential supplies were allowed, if they were sent through the United Nations. Occasionally, coal ships would dock and the electricity supply would charge up, but for the most time, the power stations were kept shut, waiting for fuel.
Terrance laughed. There was nothing funny, nothing at all, but still. Something still amused him. They were all fed and watered – the rationing system allowed that – but there was also something else. Perhaps the fact that, as the economy collapsed, people became more desperate and willing to take risks. Big risks.
He finally got there. School. Funnily enough, different education institutions still existed. Although most children had withdrawn and stayed with their families, even though it was technically against emergency law, Terrance firmly stood by them and attended education eight hours a day. This particular school was the last of what used to be a very good band of schools, but the rest had been destroyed in the bombing raids.
The glass door was broken, so Terrance took a side route and entered one of the few rooms that were still in an acceptable condition, this one being on the ground floor next to the shattered glass and chairs that used to be reception. He wondered how many people would be left.
It didn’t take long. Twenty-two including him. He looked around at the grim, silent faces. Who was missing?
Angelina. She had gone. Terrance wasn’t surprised. He had heard about her parents’ opinions and were apparently trying to sneak to the United States. Not likely. The World State was powerful enough to kill anyone who tried to get out of the city.
“Another one left,” he said softly. “Another twenty two to go.”
Jerome, a fourteen-year-old boy, looked up at Terrance. “And I used to wonder why I hated you.”
Nobody was wearing the school uniform anymore. The siege had been too long for the uniforms to survive. One and a half years. One and a half years of complete isolation from the rest of the world. No Internet. No mail. No communications at all. Hell, there wasn’t even enough power to run a laptop for longer than ten minutes. Instead, everyone was wearing casual clothes – some donated by the Red Cross, and some everyone had since before the war.
“You don’t need to wonder anymore, Jerome. There’s no longer any point.”
Austin, with his still mushroom-shaped black hair, turned to look at Terrance as he sat down in one of the remaining chairs. “I don’t even know why we’re still here. We’re all going to die anyway.”
Nobody said anything. There wasn’t anything that could be said anymore.
“Jerome, please come over here,” said Terrance finally.
Before Jerome could do anything, before he could do more than open his mouth in surprise, the wall exploded into a million fragments and the blast wave of an air-to-ground missile sent Terrance flying through the air.

Part Two