I only own Lucy, I wish I owned the rest, but sadly I do not.
My life was full of bad choices I'd made. Not bad by my standards, bad by the Republic's. Not that I cared what they thought of me. My "bad choice" was publically speaking out against the Republic. I've done worse than that but they decided to bring me in now.
"Lucy Knight," the Warden said coming towards me and the guard, "the Republic's most notorious rebel. It's nice to finally put a face to the name." I had always seen my name, but never my face, on the Jumbotron in Los Angles. The face was always someone else's.
"And such a pretty face it is, no?" I mocked the Warden, but it was true. I wasn't bad looking with my wavy hair and golden eyes.
"Get her out of my sight." The Warden said to a guard who grabbed my arm and forced me down a hallway. Apparently I had upset the Warden. Oops.
The guard sat me down at a table in the dining hall and placed a plate of food in front of me. The food looked like it was half digested, it was sickening. I looked at the plate in front of me and then shoved it to the floor, signaling that I was going on a hunger strike. If they weren't going to listen to me freely I'd make them listen. I didn't expect anyone to follow my example, but they did. Either because of me or they're sick of the food themselves.
It went on like that for days, more and more people shoving their food away. I didn't know what an influence I had on them until the day I realized nobody was eating. I felt over joy-ed, powerful, invincible. I had to do something, I had to sing.
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums. There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes." I sang out as people joined in, knowing the Les Misérables song.
"Get her out of here!" the Warden called and two guards picked me up, by my arms, and drug me out of the room.
They brought me to a room and forced, and strapped, me into a chair.
"If you're not going to eat freely, we have no choice but to force you to." Said one of the guards as he shoved a contraption into my mouth that forced me to keep it open. He then forced a rubber tube down my throat and into my stomach.