Fiction: Group 3
Regretting
Maryknoll Convent School (Secondary Section), Cua, Constance-13, Fiction: Group 3
ear 2014
It was just after Benny Tai announced that ‘Occupy Central’ is launched when Elvis heard
gunshots. Screaming, people used different objects to protect themselves from the bullets flying
from nowhere. Everywhere, there were people ducking, escaping or even flirting with death.
Regaining posture and calmness, Elvis tried in vain to find his pregnant wife, Eleanor. He gradually found
his way through the crowd and there she is, trying to search for himself too.
Spinning around, Eleanor saw his husband and walked towards him. Reaching out to embrace him, just as
their arms met…
Elvis felt his body go limp, and he saw nothing but emptiness. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but
failed to do so. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his mum and memories flooded back:
“Mum?” Elvis shouted in the empty house and heard nothing in return except for his echo. He just came
back home from school and realized his mum is nowhere to be found. Confused and frightened, he went
into his mum’s room and found stains of blood on the floor. He immediately called the police and he was
told to go to the Peking University Shenzhen Hospital to see his mum. His mum was dead, but clutching
on a strip of paper for dear life. Pulling the paper free, he read the note in shock: The government sent
someone to kill me as I wrote essays offending them. Grant my dying wish and leave Shenzhen and go to
Hong Kong instead. Try your best to aid Hong Kong to the right path of democracy.
He flinched at this memory and he thought, “Mum, I’ve tried my best.”
*
The attackers never stopped shooting at the protestors, Elvis was shot and he fell to the hard, concrete
ground. Eleanor moaned desolately at the sight of Elvis. A man wrapped up a protective gear saw an easy
target and fired. As if it was in slow motion, Eleanor spun around and shrieked in terror. A bullet was going
straight for her. It had always been Eleanor’s intention to save her child; she defended her stomach with her
fragile limbs. Eleanor’s hands were splattered with her own blood, but she endeavored to live for her baby’s
sake, for her own sake...
Year 2030
Andrés flipped through the photo album that his grandfather had kept. “Mum and Dad should be in this
album,” he thought. Andrés was a handsome boy at the age of 16. His parent died in ‘Occupy Central’
movement which is supposed to be peaceful, but unfortunately turned into a bloodbath. His mother lived
long enough to give birth to this strong-headed man, who vowed to finish what his parents couldn’t.
However, the problem of democracy is permanently solved for when the soldiers marched into Central and
killed almost all of the demonstrators. Instead, it was replaced by a problem called ‘racism’.
Perhaps, Hong Kong and Shenzhen were on the same boat: suffering and dealing with the pollution
problem in the Pearl River Delta. However, some Hong Kong people complained about the people from
Shenzhen. Andrés, who craved for a sense of belonging, joined the group of Hong Kong people who
labelled themselves as ‘Fighters’.
*
“You want to join us?” asked a scholar, disbelievingly.
“Yes, I would like to,” confirmed the 16-year-old boy.
“Okay, but we won’t let you go into the war,” replied the scholar. He added hastily when he saw Andrés
raised his eyebrows, “If there is a war.”
The well-dressed scholar turned out to be the leader of the Fighters, Caleb. Caleb showed Andrés to his
house where the Fighters use it as their base.
“Our goal is to have Shenzhen people civilized and maintain peace between two cities,” explained Caleb
patiently, as if speaking to a child.
Andrés thought of a witty come-back, but decided to hold his tongue. “The Fighters are stronger than I
imagined it would be,” he thought, awed by the fully armed soldiers lining in front of him. After that, Caleb
showed him the high-tech weapons which Caleb claimed it’s only for defense.
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