The din of the crowded club was loud and hurt the eardrum as it beat away against it, it was near impossible to hear your own thoughts over everyone else’s words, but even so my vision was perfectly clear. I saw her sitting across the room from me and could not pull my eyes from her visage, as the band took the stage I worked up my nerve and went over to her, trying to introduce myself but stopping feet from her, my mind blank and empty of any words. I had lost any semblance of sentient thought and was only able to stare, though the moment didn’t need any words as she looked back up at me, the band began to sing one my favorite songs, as she stood, she took my numb hand and brought me back to life, leading me to the dance floor, thank goodness for those wonderful musicians. If they hadn’t started playing I might of stood there for an eternity, a statue frozen by fear of rejection. All around us fine men with tall top hats danced around, women in the most beautiful of dress, this was by no means a collection of lords and ladies, most of us fought against the authoritarian society that horribly oppressed us. We only wanted to be free, a want for freedom that had cost far too many of us our lives, my families included in that. I was taken in by a man of the resistance, a man who was a spy in the government of our country. The date of course was February 14th, 1915 and it was a lukewarm spring evening. This small Ball was to commemorate the date of our leader’s decision to fight back, Lady Crim Scarlet was her name. This woman who had lost her husband after the government deemed him a traitor years ago, she began our revolution. They beheaded him publicly on this day, so long ago, as punishment for his wrongdoing. She had sworn to end the years of horror after that, and she began to gather what she would need to do just that.

The following year, every imprisoned ‘traitor’ was freed during her attack on God’s Gear island. My parent’s were with her that night, along with a handful of other people who would now fight bravely for their freedom rather than hide in the darkness and weep for the lost. Sadly though they were lost that night, freeing the very man who would later adopt me. While he was a higher up in the resistance few trusted him, and by extension I was viewed as such as well. Lower than dirt we were, no other way to describe it.

As we danced though, I don’t think I ever felt it as much as I had before, everyone stared at us, making crude remarks though my partner’s eyes never left my gaze and she smiled happily at me as we made our way through the crowded dance floor. We were right in front of the stage when everything in my world went wrong. The secret door leading to our headquarters was blown off its hinges as men burst into the room light lightning arcing across the sky, government soldiers with one order. End the resistance. Tonight. I knew we didn’t have much time so I grabbed the hand of my love and ran with her up over the stage, somehow we managed to get backstage with the band and were able to slip unnoticed out the back into the busy city streets, a small group of seven people. The band of course and me and her, “I’m Jack, Jack Gray, what’s your name?” I asked her, trying to cheer her up after all hope seemed to go away from the world. “I’m Skye Scarlet, nice to meet you Mr. Gray” She said and gave me a smile that brightened my life. I remember the night fondly, it was the night I knew we could still win this war, the night I knew I would win this war if I were the only one to fight for it. Because now, I had something beautiful, something amazing to protect. lub was loud and hurt the eardrum as it beat away against it, it was near impossible to hear your own thoughts over everyone else’s words, but even so my vision was perfectly clear. I saw her sitting across the room from me and could not pull my eyes from her visage, as the band took the stage I worked up my nerve and went over to her, trying to introduce myself but stopping feet from her, my mind blank and empty of any words. I had lost any semblance of sentient thought and was only able to stare, though the moment didn’t need any words as she looked back up at me, the band began to sing one of their most famous songs, Sugar Wasp, as she stood, she took my numb hand and brought me back to life, leading me to the dance floor, thank goodness for those wonderful Automaton’s, The Vapor Driven Men. If they hadn’t started playing I might of stood there for an eternity, a statue frozen by fear of rejection. All around us fine men with tall top hats danced around, women in the most beautiful of dress, this was by no means a collection of lords and ladies, most of us fought against the authoritarian society that horribly oppressed us. We only wanted to be free, a want for freedom that had cost far too many of us our lives, my families included in that. I was taken in by a man of the resistance, a man who was a spy in the government of our country. The date of course was February 14th, 1915 and it was a lukewarm spring evening. This small Ball was to commemorate the date of our leader’s decision to fight back, Lady Crim Scarlet was her name. This woman who had lost her husband after the government deemed him a traitor years ago, she began our revolution. They beheaded him publicly on this day, so long ago, as punishment for his wrongdoing. She had sworn to end the years of horror after that, and she began to gather what she would need to do just that.

The following year, every imprisoned ‘traitor’ was freed during her attack on God’s Gear island. My parent’s were with her that night, along with a handful of other people who would now fight bravely for their freedom rather than hide in the darkness and weep for the lost. Sadly though they were lost that night, freeing the very man who would later adopt me. While he was a higher up in the resistance few trusted him, and by extension I was viewed as such as well. Lower than dirt we were, no other way to describe it.

As we danced though, I don’t think I ever felt it as much as I had before, everyone stared at us, making crude remarks though my partner’s eyes never left my gaze and she smiled happily at me as we made our way through the crowded dance floor. We were right in front of the stage when everything in my world went wrong. The secret door leading to our headquarters was blown off its hinges as men burst into the room light lightning arcing across the sky, government soldiers with one order. End the resistance. Tonight. I knew we didn’t have much time so I grabbed the hand of my love and ran with her up over the stage, somehow we managed to get backstage with the band and were able to slip unnoticed out the back into the busy city streets, a small group of seven people. The band of course and me and her, “I’m Jack, Jack Gray, what’s your name?” I asked her, trying to cheer her up after all hope seemed to go away from the world. “I’m Skye Scarlet, nice to meet you Mr. Gray” She said and gave me a smile that brightened my life. I remember the night fondly, it was the night I knew we could still win this war, the night I knew I would win this war if I were the only one to fight for it. Because now, I had something beautiful, something amazing to protect.

About the Author

John J. Gray is a young, aspiring writer who dabbles in many genre’s of fiction and ink. Currently, only 2 of his poems are published separately, more may be compiled into a book, very, very soon. “This story, written for someone very special to her, it’s all for her and I hope you find my story to your liking. For her sake.”