“They say I showed uncanny leadership and learning abilities,” Shad told his father proudly. “Guess you did do some things right.”
He winked over to Norman who continued to seethe.
“Um, Shad, your boyfriends have two rifles pointed at our father,” Bridjett interjected as she rose to her feet.
The sudden movement startled the blonde solider who trained his weapon on Bridjett, who froze. She looked down to see Jean. Her mother began to cry and buried her face in her hands.
“Don’t you dare point that gun at my daughter!” Norman challenged the soldier and took a step toward them, but the other NWO grunt engaged his weapon.
“That wouldn’t be advisable.”
Shad, seeing the tension, chuckled and raised his hands toward the two eager members of his new fraternity, his new way of life. His new family.
“Stand down, men,” he ordered with a smile in his voice, trying to calm the situation. He remembered how staunchly his dad would fight to defend his kids. Shad recalled when he was 11 and they found out a serial child rapist lived in the vicinity. Once they caught the man, they found out the sicko – Kenny Schneider – actually volunteered to help Shad with his batting stance during summer ball, thankfully with other kids around. Norman proceeded to get a few moments of ‘private time’ to educate the man about ever getting near his son.
Shad smiled, if only briefly, at the memory. He saw Norman had not relaxed and the situation remained tense.
“What the fuck, Shad?!” Bridjett was yelling at him. “Look at what this is doing to mom?! Why the hell are these scumbags here?”
Shad turned to his sister and saw her rage calling out to him. If she could, he knew she would tear him to shreds. He only saw her angrier than this once before and that was when they were in grade school and were walking home to find the school bully kicking a tiny pug puppy in the street.
Once Bridjett got a hold of the kid, the pug was saved and the bully would never touch another human being again. The kid also may have lost a nut in the process.
“Norman Alexi,” the blonde soldier called out while his weapon remained trained on Bridjett. “You are under arrest.”
“Under arrest?” Bridjett screamed as Jean continued to sob. “For fucking what? Shad?”
It was then where Shad Alexi awoke from his slumber but it was too late. He couldn’t look at his sister anymore and turned away. He could hear Norman’s breathing turn into a ragged song of rage.
“You sonofabitch!” Bridjett took another aggressive step toward her brother and the blonde soldier locked and loaded. She was a squeeze of a trigger from having her head blown off. “What did you do, Shad?”
“Stand down, ma’am,” the soldier ordered her. “Your father, Norman Alexi, is being taken in for treason. He is being called to answer for speaking out against the authority of the New World Order.”
It took a moment, but Shad could make out, just barely as he watched from the corner of her eye, his sister figure it all out in her mind. Norman had a lot of opinions but he only shared it with his family. They were all that mattered and everything he said and shared with them was for the sake of their health and welfare. No one else would have known the true, hard and fast facts of her father’s angst toward the new government. There was only one way they could have found out.
And she was looking right at the source.
“How could you?!” Bridjett curled both hands into fists and her eyes blazed as she moved closer.
“I order you to stand down, miss!” the blonde solider barked and it wasn’t a second later when Norman did what any good father would do.
“Don’t you dare…” Norman turned to face the blonde soldier and sprung at him.
“Dad…” Shad whispered. “No.”
“…point…”
“Sir, I order you,” the blonde solider turned his rifle on Norman as the retired cop turned to fight for his kids like he did time and time again.
“..a gun…”
“Oh, dad…” Shad tried to shout, but was too stunned to do anything. “Men…don’t.”
Bridjett screamed as she realized the result of her near assault on her brother would have on her family’s life. Jean looked up, eyes wide with terror as she stood up quickly, hitting her knee on the table.
“…at my daughter!”
By this time Norman was within three lengths of grabbing the soldier who dared to threaten his daughter’s wellbeing. It was a second later when four bullets, two from each soldiers’ gun struck home in his chest, knocking the old man backwards to land right at the feet of his son, who looked down at his father’s face.
Norman’s eyes wide, scared, told the story. He knew he was about to die.
Shad felt himself pushed aside by Bridjett as he heard the wails of shock from behind him as Jean collapsed. As his sister began to hold their father and quickly found herself covered in blood, all Shad could do was look down into his father’s eyes.
He didn’t remember when he told the two soldiers to stand down, but he could recall seeing them lower their weapons. The only thing he could remember from those fateful last moments of his last visit home was of Norman’s eyes, never leaving his son’s. Even as Bridjett jostled him, held him, and tried to comfort him, their father knew he had one last thing left to do.
Shad remembered as the light slowly left Norman’s eyes, his final words, over and over again, never wavering, said with dying conviction, so many times:
“I love you, son…I love you, son…I love you, son…”
Norman Alexi died moments later. Shad Alexi would leave the home he grew up in moments later with his heartbeat, brain waves, and basic functions of living man intact.
But, Shad Alexi died a lot that day too…
It would be quite easy for the NWO to impose its might across the globe. Norman’s fears proved itself in America, as the dummying down and political correctness of the past decades proved its worth as millions of able bodied men and women crumbled under the force of will the government imposed. For too long these ‘adults’ had been fooled during their formative years that expressing their feelings would guarantee results. When push came to shove they learned the hard way how results were the only things guaranteeing results.
So be it through governmental edict or military might being exerted in the maroon and black uniforms of the NWO, the people crumbled like a deck of cards. In other nations like Russia, Germany, and England, the financial infrastructure and silent years of hording munitions was enough to turn even the staunchest fighters into conformists quite easily.
In the third-world nations control was easily exerted over the poor, indigent citizens and their societies were the first to crumble under the duress of political pressure.
Shad never could admit it to himself for years after the shooting of his father, but he only stayed with the NWO despite it all for one simple, selfish, fundamental reason:
If the NWO could gun down the strongest man, I have ever known, and pay nary the price for it…what side do I have to be on to guarantee survival?
But, deep down, Shad knew the true reason why he would stay loyal to the NWO. Yet, he could never dare think or say it aloud for just the concept was too large for him to accept. The thought itself could crush such an idea. So it would slumber in the deep abyss of his soul until the right moment would come.
What the women in his family never understood during those earlier times was Shad’s decision to stay with the NWO despite what they all witnessed. Shad could completely agree with their sadness toward his decision, but how could he tell them the truth? How could he tell them he was too scared to stay on the losing side?
But how else could he tell them he had other, grander, reasons to do it as well? If he told them, not only would Shad, but both women would die, for those reasons.
Deep in the abyss go you…
He couldn’t risk that happening. He already killed his father without pulling the trigger.
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�You killed our father and you have the nerve to come back here?” Bridjett stood at the doorway of the Alexi house, two months after Norman’s death, keeping her brother from seeing their mourning mother.
“I…I…just…want…to see how mom is doing,” Shad stammered.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, you coward,” Bridjett advanced on him and Shad stepped back out of true fear. “You kill dad, you basically have killed ma. She doesn’t do anything, anymore. She sees what’s going on now. The riots are worse, the NWO pogroms are advancing, and she lost her son! If aunt Tandy weren’t here I wouldn’t be doing what I am about to do.”
Shad tilted his head, he wanted to ask, he wanted to know. He wanted to be there for his sister. His little sister, who he adored, admired, protected and worshipped all at the same time.
The same sister who hated him.
“Don’t you dare ask me what I am about to do,” Bridjett poked him hard in the chest and Shad fell back. “You are no longer a part of this family. You no longer count. We don’t need you. Mom is going to die and I accept that. She has given up. She saw the love of her life get gunned down by her own son. Sure, you didn’t pull the trigger but you stood there. You…let…it…happen!”
Shad watched as Bridjett stared up at him, her gaze intent, she would kill him if she had to in that very moment.
And he knew she would do it.
“You take one step toward that door, Shad Alexi,” Bridjett said, much calmer, colder. “I will end you right here. Right now.”
She turned around and stalked back toward the house. Shad didn’t follow. Once she got back inside she placed one hand on the door and flashed her brother one last look.
“Oh, but I can guarantee you this.”
Shad could barely look at her. He wanted to tell her so bad, but he couldn’t. The look she gave him killed him even more. He just let her go on.
“The next time I see you, I will kill you,” Bridjett said. “I can promise you. The only reason why I won’t do it? Because mom’s too close. So I will count to ten to give you a head start. From then on out, you are public enemy number one, two, three, four, and fifty.
“You…are dead to me.”
She slammed the door and out of respect for her words, Shad turned and moved quickly away from the Alexi home.
He wiped away the tears that came as he turned down a few more blocks to run away from the life he created for himself.
What he didn’t know was the worst was yet to come…
It wasn’t long before the announcement of the Utopias’ opening became worldwide news.
The building of the new mini-Metropolises was well known once members of the Underwave news teams broke the stories along the wire and of course the NWO slowly let details leak out if only to let everyone wonder and question where people would ultimately place on humanity’s food chain. Of course that would be determined by a board room of the 10 most powerful people in the Order Executive Branch. Once the building of the Utopias commenced, the military made sure no one would come within five miles by foot or land vehicle while any fly byes would be met by force. One of the more daring Underwave reporters, Gordon Downing, tried and failed to record and broadcast building efforts of the Buenos Aries Utopia and was immediately shot down by surface-to-air missiles that annihilated the small crop duster and the man in it.
Then the news of what exactly the Utopias meant for the world and the next step in the evolution of current human-kind became official. The ten chosen cities were named – Utopia One would be located outside Charlotte, Two’s chosen site was San Diego, Three was pegged for Buenos Aires, giving the Americas their share.
Utopia Four was set for Tokyo, Five was situated outside of Moscow, Six ended up in Berlin, Seven would be built in Rome, and the Utopia Eight, would be placed in Pretoria.
Abu Dubai was picked for the home of Utopia Nine and the final Utopia was positioned in Cairo.
Most of the chosen areas would be located close enough to water in order to have extra escape routes if the talk of a pending revolution was true. It also allowed for an easier way to defend the one million residents who would live in each of the respective Utopias.
Yes, the ten million most powerful and rich persons in all the world would live in man-made mini kingdoms tailored toward housing, feeding, clothing, and entertaining less than a thousandth of the human population. Some guessed correctly the rest of the world would eventfully suffer for this since the Utopias would provide themselves with the best of everything. What many didn’t predict was how the NWO slowly took majority control of all major resources by instilling military presences at all top sites for petrol, minerals, timber, natural wildlife and their potential for providing sustenance, and of course top water resource sites, among other things. In essence the rich were choking the rest of the world off from the things they needed to survive.
It wasn’t a genocide of a race it would be a total annihilation of the lower class, the majority of the human animal.
People were chosen on a formula combining an individual’s wealth, world influence and power, he/she’s ability to help build a sustainable Utopian society via its infrastructure, health maintenance, and general day-to-day processes. Then, depending on their location and place on the final formula ranking, the chosen ones would move to the Utopia of their choosing. Of course, once they got past the first chosen million, it would be inevitable that a member of, say, the German elite would find himself on the lower end of the NWO food chain and would be ‘forced’ to move to Cairo due to their lower level of say. Even in Utopia the 10 millionth richest family was considered white trash in the New World Order.
This could further illustrate why the complete disinterest in the rest of the population wasn’t surprising, even to those targeted for being left in a world destined to slowly become a wasteland.
Each Utopia ended up being built to a square area comparable to approximately the entire St. Louis metropolitan area, 85 square miles. This allowed for enough space while maintaining a compact feel so as to be protected much easier with most of the people in a centralized location. A military presence would be prevalent with a half-million million soldiers assigned to cover the perimeter of each new Mecca. There was also really no need for travel outside of one’s Utopia since they would be blessed with everything a rich person could think of being made readily accessible. Any flights from one Utopia to another would have to be booked at earliest a month ahead of time. Yes, there were many beautiful areas of the world where Utopias would be far from reaching with just a quick trip, so the NWO allowed for scenic tours for the Utopian residents as long as military chaperones would be present. No more than 12 people could go to any of the mountain, water, rock formation, and forest sites as to be able to maintain a secure hold of some of the world’s greatest persons.
Military personnel were shipped to all points of the planet to monitor the rest of the population, the dredge, the steerage.
Yet, with the pending Utopian existences for the world’s alleged best, the threat from below remained prevalent.
Berlin was where the New World Order headquarters would eventually be built and Fortellis held his first ever executive branch meeting with others of his ilk. The building, nondescript in many ways, appeared like any other small town or big city government edifice hybrid. Despite the confidence that continued to rise within its organization especially as their people continued to drain the vast reservoir of resources from those deemed second and third-rate citizen, the fact remained they were vastly outnumbered. The Utopian residents would be matched by its local military one-to-one and with that the risks of possible turnover could present itself one day. Fortellis knew this and realized they would have to be well paid and taken care of in all ways possible.
They would need a distraction and the pending revolution could be just what the NWO needed to keep their forces honest.
He and nine others at a large round table on the top floor of the Order’s offices, each the top of their i
ndividual Utopia’s government branch. All of them earned their way via their financial, military and world reach quotients. These were the greatest powers on the planet, even if they weren’t deemed its greatest leaders.
Draco sat with his back to the full wall window overlooking the vast countryside outside of Berlin. The building sat along the rural extensions of the city. It was built over three years from the hands of millions of low class laborers. Those workers, just like those in the other nine dream theaters, would never return home to their families once their work was done. All the buses they were taken away from the city limits ended up nowhere near Berlin, San Diego, Buenos Aires, etc. The over 25 million men and women were slowly and methodically exterminated. It was a Holocaust of massive proportions because of its relatively indiscriminate nature. Of course, killing off anyone deemed not rich or worthy enough seemed prejudice enough to most.
These mass killings set in motion a serious move by the revolutionists across the world.
Drako took his time as the others settled in, waiting for the man they voted to lead the world’s elite. He watched Rienhold Jarius (Moscow Utopia, late 40s, former international real estate mogul), Abdal Mohammed (Abu Dabai, mid 60s, oil magnate), Shell Goldstien (San Diego, early 50s, former dot.com billionaire creator of multiple music and movie platforms), Aaron Ruland (Pretoria, late 30s, former owner of the richest rugby team in South Africa who became wealthy as president of a top software corporation), Candice Hemmerlee (Charlotte, late 40s, daughter of the richest man in America, Tom Hemmerlee, who ran the largest and most profitable hotel chain in the world), Hector Giofranco (Buenos Aires, just turned 70, the eldest member of the Order’s executive branch, former general in Italian military who married into one of the wealthiest airline franchises on the planet), Suzuki Jendo (Tokyo, late 30s, a brilliant young talent in all things social networking, creating the website Face time, eventually selling it for $780 billion), DeDe Mohammed (Cairo, an British woman, age unknown, married into the wealthiest aristocratic families in Saudi Arabia, believed to be worth more than the other nine members combined following her husband’s death), and Angelina Torres (Rome, a Spaniard, late 50s, who ran the greatest fashion chain across the planet, creating a nearly-trillion dollar empire in retail, internet sales, and entertainment), as they waited for their leader’s queue.
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