Memories of Emily: The Power Brokers Part 7

Ninth Grade

On my knees fading in and out of consciousness, my mother stood over me with a dagger raised as I uselessly grasped my Uzi that felt foreign and heavy. When lifting eyes to hers to bravely face death, my mother’s thoracic cavity suddenly blossomed in a flesh flower with Emily’s sword at the center. The evil woman’s corpse fell as Emily freed her katana in a singular, blinding motion that cleaved off my stepfather’s head. Face masked in horror: his head tumbled to the ground. The surviving, panicked animal children raced around the field while some surviving teachers and parents charged Emily as she tended my wounds. Just before being overrun, a boombox somewhere nearby began blaring, "We all gotta duck when the shit hits the fan!" Our brothers and sisters, Spear’s Slayers, filled the field from the surrounding woods. With chains, guns, and other trauma inflicting instruments, the motley freedom fighters descended upon the remaining Power Brokers and animal children, wasting them all. We made a narrow escape with the Slayers assistance and returned home. 

“It must have been my parents.” I winced as Emily bandaged my wound. “They must have learned of our plan.” 

She shook her head. “I don’t know. That might be part of it since they were there, but I can’t imagine how they figured out we were part of the freedom fighters, much less faked the communication from Agent Astraduci.”