As The World Goes Wild

Keep Telling Yourself

I got into my work clothes, deciding to call my long thoughts the poems of a child. Too interesting, but never written. if thinking could change things, I am sure my thoughts would have long suppressed the Extinguishing Actions. But unfortunately, it is all about action. I had almost left the borders of my bedroom without it. This thing wasn't a thing to me anymore, it was becoming a survival medium.

I rummaged through the drawers and grabbed the familiar, unbranded and illegal bottle of Oflyccide. A drug, manufactured by a few, who decided they wanted to make profits out of a crisis. Government had started a test conducted every 3 years, to make sure no secret homosexual was lurking around the crowd. It was done through injection of a new hormone into the veins and it's reaction determined the test. Oflyccide suppressed the hormone as soon as it entered the vein. It manipulated the brain chemistry, which was also defined as the reason of any kind of s****l orientation.

It worked, I passed the test. I was never suspected by anyone. But, it was killing me. It was a voluntary poison. My diet had reduced, if I ate even a bite above the designated amount I threw up. Sometimes I vomited water, I was becoming extremely thin. But they say, nothing is free in hell. This world is no less than that.

I jumped down the bus, that had stopped right in front of the Extinguishing Office. I was an assistant, I had seen people getting killed and captured. People who were harmless and were trying to be free from poison. I let my self-vulnerable thoughts sink back and walked into the giant office building. The first floor was tremendous, cleaned to perfection with people talking like humans. The truth wasn't visible until you reached the second floor.

I showed my ID to the guard by the staircase, who nodded telling me to go further. Finally it came, I climbed the staircase and walked into the hallway. It was lit with blue lights, that were scary. The entire hallways had rooms where they kept the people who accepted Isolation.

Whenever, someone was bought in for the extinguishing process. They were given two choices, Execution or Isolation. If you chose Execution, the doctors performed a surgical sterilizing process and then shot you dead. If you chose Isolation you were given life. On condition, that they will be sterilized. Every homosexual that chose Isolation spent 8 years in the rooms. Alone, with only a psychiatrist seeing them every day for two hours. After this they were allowed to leave. Nobody could tell which one was worse.

I took the usual turn and then came the prisons. The extremes were captured there. They were given the choice too, just not as soon as they came in. They were tortured to name their leader, his location their location, but they never talked. They stayed true to their motives. Everyday I passed that cellar, the size that was too small to fit 35 people but was fitting 50. They all would glare at me, as I walked past. Sometimes I thought it was hate, that oozed from their eyes. Other times, their stares were suspecting as if they knew who I was.

I thought it would all be a little different today, as the leader had been captured. More hectic, torturing and scary. But it was regular, if seeing people getting put down was regular. It was probably because, government had announced to give him the same treatment at the same pace. No interrogation today as it was done with other members of Pink Howler. Certainly, as the interrogation was conducted to chase the leader, there he was.

Soon, I was opening the door to the doctor's office to be assigned my work. Mr. Ledger was sitting in his chair checking a few files, when I entered. He was a good man, in his early 40s. He had the perfect life, he was as close to happiness as any man could get in my world.

'Dr. Ledger, how can I help you?' I asked quickly taking a glance at the file.

'Jensen, take this file, room 105. You know your job.' He handed me the file he had been reading and I nodded. I made my way towards the assigned room, it was on the third floor, first room to the right, so it didn't take long.

If I had known that my life was going to change in Room 105. I opened the red door to be met with a guy who was so beautiful, I thought I was hallucinating. He had plum colored tousled hair, that shined under the blue light in the room. His eyes were gorgeous hazel with tints of green in them, with big beautiful eyelashes. He was sitting their on the white bed, leaning on his arms, back straight and chest high. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers that barely covered his thighs. With the increasing heart beat in my chest and animals howling inside me. I wasn't sure if the pills were working or not.

'You are done their cupcake, got the release of your life yet.' He said raising his eyebrows at me. That was when I noticed that I hadn't even entered the room. I was entranced by him. But I had to get a hold of myself, if I kept on drooling like that the pills will fade. So, I ignored his comment and entered the room. With shaky hands I started opening the file in my hands, my eyes fighting to turn their gaze towards the man on the bed.

My eyes had widened at his description. He was Frey Galloway . The leader of the Pink Howlers. My imagination of him, did fit the guy well. He looked rebellious, there was certain anger in his vibes. A wrath that gave a new sparks to a burning passion inside you. His eyes were fire, warm and burning. He was what bravery looked like. He was gazing at the name tag on my shirt and I waited for him test my name on his tongue.

'Jensen.' He rolled my name on his tongue. it sounded so satisfying. I hoped he said it again. But my gaze hadn't shifted from the file but my ears were taking a refreshing dip in the melody of that voice. It's effect was like a domino, from my ear they started falling, covering the areas of heart, nerves and spine finally reaching my skin. 'Sweetheart, stop staring, touching won't be a problem.' I finally looked at him realizing that was making my sexuality too obvious.

'I am straight.' I stated angrily, slamming the file close and placing it on the nearby table, before grabbing the clipboard and voice recorder.

'I can see that.' He smirked raising a pierced eyebrow and purposefully running his thumb down his chest.

'Can you? Than stop talking like that.' I declared setting up the stuff I had grabbed on the medical cart beside the bed. My hands were shaking at it was becoming tough to focus with Frey's constant distraction. When I was busy placing the doses of anesthesia on the top cart, I felt a weird sensation on my spine.

As if a hundred butterflied were let free in that area, it was pleasing and goosebumps were rising all over me. It was him running his thumb around the area barely above the hem of my pant. As he started going further down, I realized what I was doing and jumped away from the touch. My body craving for more.

'Dude! What were you trying to do. I told you I am straight.' I yelled this time taking a few steps behind me, trying to stay away from the man who was making all the pills disappear in my blood.

'Keep telling yourself that, and you might as well believe in yourself one day.' He winked and I was at loss of words. So instead of carrying on the debate, further I started the procedure.

I pulled held the clipboard with a few documents on it in my right hand and with my unoccupied hands flipped the switch of the voice recorder on.

'You are being informed that this session is recorded and is a proof of your identity.' I started and he pretended to yawn making me roll my eyes. 'State your name.'

'Frey, Frey Galloway. Remember it darling. I'll make you use it, a lot.' I gulped both nervously and shyly.

'Frey, are you a homosexual?' I questioned making sure this was being recorded.

'Yes, otherwise why would I been here in this crap hole.' Frey pointed his fingers around himself signaling to the room.

'I am presenting before you two choices that you have the right to decide. You can either choose Execution where you will be sterilized surgically and then shot in the presence of a police officer. Or you can choose Isolation that will include your surgical sterilization after which you will be examined and operated in the government facility in isolation and 8 years later you will be free to go.' I ended. By now he was looking at me with a glare that made me want to hide. It was scary, he wasn't being playful anymore rather wrathful.

'Life like an experiment rat, sounds fun but I am going to have to pass.' Frey glared at me boring holes into my flesh. His gaze had fixed me on my spot and I was unable to make a move or even ask the last question. When he finally blinked was the time I gained back my composure.

'Are you sure you want to be Executed.' I questioned and a silence followed, then he broke it.

'I am going to have a lot of fun watching how you would do that.' He smiled wickedly.

Was I whipped? Anybody would be. Was I losing composure? Even gods would. Was something going to go wrong? I should have known. Was he seducing me? No he had already wrapped me around his finger.