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The End

Story ID:11508
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Caldwell ID United States
Year:1960
Person:Brandie
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I'm sorry for not being around for quite some time.
I'm dealing with medical issues.
It took my writing contest to get me back in action.

Here are the the topic and word count I had to work with and my entry.

TODAY'S TOPIC!

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Even with the heater on high, and wearing her snow pants,
parka, mittens and scarf, she was shaking from the cold.
Her shoulders tensed as she she peered over the steering
wheel, dodging black ice and snow banks. She knew she'd
picked the wrong time of year to pull this off but it
was too late to change her plans now. Her mind briefly
wandered as she fantasized about her destination.

As she quickly rounded a curve, she was instantly pulled
out of her reverie. A tiny, shivering boy was sitting
alone by the side of the road...

The End

Even with the heater on high, and wearing her snow pants, parka, mittens and scarf, Brandie shook from the cold. Her shoulders tensed as she peered into the snow, watching the
road for danger. She knew she'd picked the wrong time for her trip, but it was too late to change
her plans now. Her mind briefly wandered as she fantasized about her destination. The cold mountains would soon be the beaches of California.
As she slowly rounded a curve, she was instantly pulled out of her reverie. A tiny,
boy was sitting alone by the side of the road. She applied the brakes and slid pass the boy.
Brandie ran to the boy, who stared straight ahead, as if he didn’t see her. “Are you OK?”
she asked, but the boy continued staring into the falling snow. She took his hands in hers. They
were like ice. “Hey! Are you OK? What are you doing out here in the dark in a snow storm.
He turned his face toward her. “I got lost. With all the snow, the trees look all alike.
I lost my way. My home is just down the road, but I got so cold, I needed to rest”
Brandie ignored the fact his voice was deep for a child. Plus, he needed to rest. They
were signs of hyperthermia. If she hadn’t come along when she did, this child would have died.
“You said your house is not far?”
“Yes.”
“OK! Get in my car. You lead me there. Your parents must be frantic with worry.”
“OK.” he said weakly.
She held his hand, helped him to his feet and got into the passenger seat. She pulled back
onto the lonely road. Snow continued to fall. They were alone in the dark in the middle of a storm. The snow flew sideways with the wind. Her tires crunched over the snow-covered road.
She asked, “What were you doing in the woods in the middle of a storm?”
“Checking my rabbit traps. It wasn’t snowing then.”
He was silent for a moment. “There! See those lights? That’s my house.”
The isolation concerned her, but she pulled into his driveway.
Once again, she held his hand, as they walked to the front door. Before they got there,
the door flew open and a frantic woman ran out, “Billy! You’re home! You are not going into the
woods without checking the weather ever again!”
“Yes, Momma. I’m sorry.”
“I was worried to death.”
Billy ran into the house. Billy’s mom turned to Brandie, “Thank you for rescuing my
boy. I would have called for help, but we don’t have phone service here.
I’m Mary.”
Brandie took her outstretched hand, “Brandie.”
“Well come inside, Brandie. You look half frozen to death.”
Brandie followed her into the small house.
Once inside, Brandie looked at Billy. He had a day’s worth of stubble on his face, and
his body looked incredibly strong. He was a tiny person. Fear made her heart skip a beat. “What
have I gotten myself into?” She thought.
Mary’s arm wrapped around her throat. “I’m sorry Brandie, but your life changed
tonight.
You see, I’m creating a new society here in the mountains. Billy will lure more in. When
we have a big enough army, we’ll go to another location, add more soldiers. When I give the
command, we’ll take over the government.”
“How can the two of you control so many people?”
“Many have become believers. They patrol the perimeter of my compound. There is no
escape from here. Once you believe, you’ll get more freedom.
Billy, take her to the others.”
Brandy glanced toward Billy. He held a gun. “Come with me!” he commanded.
He led her down a hallway, which ended with a solid door. He opened it. They walked
into a small chamber. The door snapped closed, before Billy opened another door. “It’s a safety
feature.” he said. “Once I open this next door, if they try to rush me, they’ll have nowhere to go.”
He opened the door and ushered her in. She saw fourteen women and two men in a
surprisingly clean and well supplied room. They stared back at her. “As you see, we supply
our army with all they need.
We feed great food and mandatory gym use to keep everyone in shape. You may notice
we have more women than men. The women are our workers, who we’ll launch upon the country
when the time is right. The men are our breeders. The children they produce will grow up
believing in our mission.
Get to know the rest of your group. I’ll be back with dinner soon.”
She looked at the others, “Why do you just sit here? Have you tried to escape?”
“There is no escape.” a woman said. “Besides, I believe in their mission.”
Brandie realized they had already been brainwashed by Mary and Billy. She was
trapped.
Brandie, now converted, went with the rest into the world, to begin hacking government
computer systems and trying to convert others. In time they would own the country and then the
world.
Their mission? To destroy the government and bring peace. They would shut down
nuclear weapons and prevent “The End”.

Michael T. Smith