volitIOn: Part III_Kaleidoscope

iO was squatting in the spotlight.

She couldn’t see anything but they could see her, and she knew that they are here in front of her, waiting.  Waiting for a sign to fight, to kill, to execute her because she didn’t submit herself because she didn’t submit herself because she didn’t submit herself.

She blinked. They moved as one. As if they were one big organism with one united consciousness instead of living, breathing, thinking individuals. They were fully armed and dressed behind masks and bulletproof vests, looking like special force agents ready to deal with dangerous subjects anywhere, anytime. On the call.

 iO moved at the same time as them. She wasn’t thinking and she didn’t have a plan, but she felt like she has a flow within herself. Like if she was not iO a 16-year-old girl anymore. Like if she could turn into anything she wanted, just like water. Shapeless, flowing through your fingers as you try to catch it, while she is crushing you from above. She jumped and ran barefooted on the grass towards the swat people. It was at least 20 of them running in a half-circle position trying to catch her like a fishing net.

She knew.

As they started to fire she jumped up and landed with both her feet on the chest of the soldier who was in the middle. She pushed him, bending her knees ready to jump away again, towards her freedom. 

 The park in front of her looked like the one she used to go to with her father every Sunday to fly kites together. She had a red one with a smiling Sun painted on it, while her father had a blue one with a cloud on it. The cloud had a concentrating face as it was blowing. This memory flashback was rapid and lasted less than a second.

She felt hands gripping both of her ankles. She looked up at the sky and the artificial moon was looking back at her. As if it was mocking her, laughing at her end.  iO closed her eyes and thought about her father and her kaleidoscope.

As they were ripping her apart she could see all the colours swirling around her, just like she always imagined.She could smell the electrical burn coming from somewhere, she looked down and she saw her legs and arms twitching and sparkling at the other end of the field. All of a sudden a masked face hovered above her blocking her vision.

“Submit!” he shouted. iO looked at him.  She started to smile. It was a faint and shy smile but it grew larger and larger with time.

“Submit!” he shouted again, and this time he kicked her in the stomach. iO was laughing as the pain dissipated from her lower back.

“I am alive and I won’t submit.” said to him still smiling. The soldier started to kick her without stopping. iO didn’t feel the pain anymore, although the smell of electrical burn filled her nostrils. He looked at her one more time.

“SUB-MIIIT!” he was almost growling like an animal, which made him someone for a second. At least that’s what iO thought. She kept smiling at him as if she was looking at someone she loved instead of a hired executioner. The colours were so beautiful. One of her eyes was blue and the other was red. The cheek of her face was changing skin tones as quickly as you scroll on your phone when you are bored. The colour of her hair. She started to tear up as she saw her reflection in the mask of the “almost someone”. Her hair was in every colour as you can imagine. It wasn’t changing, every strand of her hair had a different colour and they were all shimmery and sparkling like the Kaleidoscope.

 She became the Kaleidoscope. She became her own Universe flying through nebulas and star clusters, supernovae and dust pillars and galaxies with all the colours flashing in front of her eyes, through her eyes, until she became one with her creator, a remnant of a Supergiant.

THE END

Written by Eva Ujhelyi

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