Congratulations my dear, you have won.
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She rubbed her fingers against the hem of her dress and fidgeted in her cushy red seat.
Looking at the floor she felt the hollow silence overwhelm her. Flicking her eyes up, a blond haired man with mysterious deep blue eyes and a pointed nose sitting in the fourth row glanced in her direction. HIs nametag read 'XANDER-island of California representative'. Her heart skipped a beat as she let out a hazed breath.
Her freckled cheeks blushed deep pink as she looked up to escape his loving gaze. She took in the cracked gold paint and the stained glass windows of the cathedral. She laughed out loud as she realized the icons on the walls are just old men, causing people around her to stare at her and scowl. Like the ones on the benches in the park, the only difference is that their balding spots are glistening with gold. She told herself.
Suddenly, ever person, each and every one in the crowd, the crowd of hundreds, held their breath as Joseph Grogen walked up to the stage with a red envelope in his hand.
"Good evening, everyone!" he said through the microphone. "I hope you had a decent plane ride."
He let out a false laugh and everyone followed nervously, except her.
"Great, let’s get to it." he continued without hesitation, as if what he was doing was right.
"For years, we have been hosting these awards. Now that it is the year of 2193, we are proud to announce the next human of the year." She felt her stomach drop. Was it possible that she would win? Yet she would defiantly prefer her own life over Xanders.
He opened the velvet envelope.
“The Human of the Year award, will be given to the greatest Human of the Year. The winner will live in happiness and wealth until they die. Only two representatives from each state are chosen, and only the most purest, noblest people are chosen. I wish you all good luck.” He glanced down at the gold encrusted paper and smiled with satisfaction.
"May I congratulate you first? Calling you to the front of the cathedral, you have won Miss Mazarsky Violette, you are the human of the year!" he yelled.
It only took five seconds for her to take in the shock.
"Yes you! Miss representative of California, in the back row!" he grinned. The crowd clapped and screamed, but Violette could barely her them over her terrified thoughts.
Violette stood up, not thinking and mindlessly walked down the pew. She glanced at the woman that sat next to her in her pew. Earlier, the woman told her that life revolved around winning as human of the year. The woman was a brainwashed elder wearing white and silver. Violette was too nervous to laugh at the old woman in pity, for Violette was one of the "Deceivers", they did not believe in Human of the Year.
When she was only seven years of age, my mother cried as she saw the 2179 Human of the Year awards, when a single mother with three children won, she was never to be seen again..
That was when her mother told her, "My dearest one," she sobbed as she caressed Violettes cheek. “Never trust anyone. One day I will be gone and you will be a beautiful woman, I never want you to let those bastards take you away like they did your father.”
The year previous to that, her father was taken by the government and was arrested for being a Deceiver. Violettes mother never remarried after that, soon she went mad and was taken by the government also. “They have to keep the peace”, the officer told Violette. But her mother was a smart woman still, before she was taken, Violette was only eleven and her mother changed Violettes name and gave her to the Deceivers.
She passed by a hundred men and women wearing black today. The Deceivers wear black during the awards, to show that they are not brainwashed like the rest of humanity. Violette wore her own black dress with tiny white polka dots, she even helped Xander pick out his black tux and bright pink tie.
“It’s just like prom…” he told her as she wrapped the tie around his neck and tied it for him. “Don’t worry, darling. It will be over soon and you will have nothing to fear.” He wrapped his hands around her waist, she looked into his kind brown eyes and hugged him back. Violette would let herself believe what he said was true for the moment.
Violette looked up at Joseph Grogen with horror. Even though Deceivers are hidden from the brainwashed, the government knows all about them.
She passed a crying pregnant girl. Her hands gripped her bulging stomach as tears trickled down her chin. She realized that the young woman was wearing all black, and that her tears were tears of joy.
As Violette countinued walking, she noticed a young man sitting in the isle seat of the pew. Her heart skipped a beat in shock as her she saw his long blond hair and angry grey eyes that matched his twitching full lips.
I remember him. Violette thought. She recognized him from high school, her so called "high school sweetheart". At the end of the year, he found her living in the small abandoned wearhouse in Brooklyn. The day her saw her sitting in a circle, holding hands with the most wanted Decievers in New York, he confronted her. Violette then realized how brainwashed he was.
"I thought you wear different, forgiving and understanding. But I guess I was wrong." The sound of her rage from five years ago still rang in her ears. He later threatened to give her to the government. But she simply called authority and explained that he used a weapon to inflict pain on himself.
She could remember the nights when he sat in her bathroom and she covered her makeup over his wrists. After that phone call, he was taken to jail for two years, as she heard.
"It's what you desirve." he mumbled so silently, it was hardly audiable. She noticed that he was not wearing the white tux that the brainwashed wear, but the classic black tuxedo. It seemed that jail had opened his eyes. Violette thought. He knew that she was going to die, as well as she did, just like Xander and the pregnant woman knew.
As she continued to walk, she saw a red-headed girl smiling in her pew.
"Irina?" she whispered.
"Yes, Violette! You remembear me?" he voice was thick with a Russian accent. "Congratulations, you look vonderful!"
She truly felt happy for Violette, she wore a yellow and lavender spring dress. Did Irina not remember the the winner was perfect? Utterly pure and always right? Did she not remember middle school? When Violette chanted with the rest of seventh grade 'Gingers have no souls! Russians have no souls!''? Did she not remember her meeting Irina on friday on that cold winter night with fifteen football players and beating her until we left her in the disgusting trash can behind the gym for the police to find her and take her to the hospital to fix her broken ribs and dislocated legs?
Violette walked to the front of the cathedral with tears in her eyes. She looked up to the statue of Jesus on the ceiling. If he really real, were is he? Why isn't he here to help me? she thought. Violette looked back at Xander. His beauty was blinding. His eyes carried pain and his hands shook on his lap.
Violette no longer cared about her death, but how she would leave Xander in this cruel world without her. In the plane ride, Xander lead her to the small bathroom and pushed her against to door and kissed her.
"Violette, I never want to loose you," he said.
"I love you, Xander." Was the only thing she could say.
"Be my wife?" he asked.
"Oh, well isn't this the most romantic place to ask me?" Violette asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Will you? After this whole ordeal, we will run away from Brooklyn, go to France, where you were born." he smiled.
"We'll have babies and live in a vineyard!" she laughed.
"Yes, whatever you want." He kissed her again.
"Okay, but..." Violette frowned. "What if I win?"
"It won't happen, I know it." he smiled with courage.
She stopped infront of the podeum, the palms of her hands sweating and her body trembling.
"No! This isn't fair! You can't do this to her! Take me instead." Violette turned her head to find Xander yelling and jumping with frustration.
"Xander, stop. There is nothing you can do." She hissed.
"Violette, we'll save you! Don't-" Before he could finsh, security gaurds took dragged him out of his pew and towards the door.
Tears swelled in her eyes as she turned back to Grogen, who held an amused smile on his lips.
"Congratulations my dear, you have won." Violette peared into his glossy eyes, afraid of the dangers that awaited her.
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