Chapter 3: Follow or DieA Chapter by ericdebenPreviously in "Anonymous": The man dreamed up a plan for his speech at the Circle..I didn’t get much sleep last night; two hours at most. I kept myself up, anxiously waiting for my speech at the Circle. This day could change everything. I would hate to mess it up. I crawl out of my lop-sided tent. I spent about two hours repairing it last night from that man’s collapse. I check the sundial " it’s noon and it appears to be minutes past that. “S**t,” I say, under my breath and I run down to the Circle as fast as I can; cutting through the woods, jumping over mud puddles, and pushing people out of my way. As I get closer and closer I start to hear a hum - not quite a hum, but a blow - not quite a blow, but a note; a music note. I arrive at the Circle. Musicians had already claimed the center stone. They’re the same musicians who bailed the day before. It’s too late, I think, hanging my head in disappointment. But I promised myself I’d make my speech today, and I’m sticking to my plan. I trudge through the crowd of people and make my way to the center stone. One of the three musicians gazes at me and stops playing. Nervously, I enter a trance. Everything seems to go in slow motion and the music sounds as though I’m under water; quiet and muffled. My head comes up, out of trance, and I climb on the top, pushing the musicians off the stone. People are angry. Anger equals murder. But I remember rule number two, “No threatening,” I say and I slash everyone that comes near me with an angry eye until the threats stop. People look at me in fear; some inching away, some inching closer as they plan their next move. Fear, I think, it gives me confidence. It gives me hope. I feed off it. I hunger for it. The crowd’s worried faces give me a sense of power, confidence - arrogance even. With that, I begin my speech; “People of this nameless planet. We are in need of a leader. We are in need of change,” before the audience can ‘boo’ raise my knife, “Don’t decline my proposal just yet, my citizens. If you decline my proposal, you are declining peace. You are accepting fear.” The worried faces of the crowd change with confusion. “We need rules. We need order,” I pause for dramatic effect, “Rule number one: no killing. Rule number two: no threatening. Rule number three: no raping. Rule number four: no trolling. The punishment for breaking them: dying… With rules, you accept the fear of breaking them. But the fear is only there to adjust the behavior " the morals of the people around you; to put an end to their uncivil actions.” With nothing left to say, I look at the audience for approval, even though I expect denial. After an awkward silence of what seems like an eternity, the crowd roars with approval. With only a grin that’d be impossible to wipe off my face, I exit the Circle with swagger. I’m popular, I think. © 2011 ericdebenAuthor's Note
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