The Missing Ones(Full, First Draft)

It was just like any other day, as I drove into Capitol’s parking lot. I had just blown my kisses and said my goodbyes to my husband, Jay. I remembered the jet black hair and soft brown eyes and he stepped into his car to go to work. He worked as a teacher at some middle school around here.

I stepped out of my Lexus, ready for work in my professional attire, with my suitcase at my side. As the representative for Ohio, I had to try to make it to as many meetings as possible in the Capitol, no matter how stupid they were. When I entered the semicircle shaped room, I admired the beautiful designs on the ceiling that were over a century old. I turned my head to hear, Barbara, the representative from Kentucky, babbling about how we need to help all the ‘poor’ people in the United States. This is a usual topic in House Chamber, one that I never participated in.

I sat down in my chair, which was on the Republican side, though I didn’t agree with everything they said. I looked around at the mass of people and started texting my husband, Jay.

Hey, sweetie. How are you doing?

Fine, just as usual, teaching some adorable little children

Bleh. Children are disgusting. I can’t believe you can tolerate them.

Lydia, you know you were once a child.

What! No! I couldn’t have been like those stupid children. I skipped that stage.

I looked away from my phone and sighed. I glanced up to the stage, to see that the representative of Kentucky was still ranting about the so called needy people. All of sudden, he’s gone. I rubbed my eyes and looked up again. A murmur arouse from the crowd. A rouge shriek cried out. I looked around and saw that half of the people in the room were gone. This had to be a dream. People don’t disappear. I mean, I would love for some people to disappear but that doesn’t happen. I started shaking all over. The room started panicking and running in opposite directions. That’s when I realized that this could have happened all over the country. What if Jay is gone? Oh please let him be okay. I picked up my phone nervously and started texting him. I had to make sure that he was still there.

Are you okay? I’m freaking out! 0_0 Like half of the people are gone. Same with you?

Yes, I’m okay. Half of the kids are gone and the ones that are left are panicking.

I can’t get them under control!

That Sucks. Glad you’re okay!

Thanks. Same with you. Well gtg. Got to get these kids under control.

Still shaking from shock, I stood up, put my phone in my pocket, picked up my suitcase and then walked out the door. I decided to explore the Capitol to see if I could figure out what happened. As I walked out of the room, I heard two Congressmen talking nervously.

“How do people disappear into thin air? I mean I got a call from my granddad and he said that my poor kind hearted grandma disappeared,” the first Congressman explained in a mourning tone of voice.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I got a text from my granddaughter that her mom and dad have disappeared and they were both really kind people, always donating to charities,” the second Congressman added, also sounding depressed but more frightened than that.

All of a sudden, I realized something with a shudder. The people that disappeared were the people that liked to help others. That means, the people that are left are people that cared about things that were important like the economy. I thought about this for a while as I walked down the hallway.

An idea popped into my head and I realized that the president was making a speech today about health care laws. If the president isn’t here and the government is haywire, then I could easily take charge. This plan was worth a shot. I took a deep breath and sprinted to President Lewis’s office. I dodged mob after mob, each demanding to know what was happening and when they could see their loved ones again. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I made it to the entrance of the White House. I was surprised to see that there was no security what so ever and that calmed me down a little bit. When I finally found his office, I discovered that there was no one in there either. The only thing in his room that was seemingly alive was the camera. I breathed in and out heavily, in an attempt to try to reduce the sinking feeling in my chest as I walk over to the president’s desk.

“Hello? Hello? This is Lydia Pack speaking, the representative for Ohio. I know that all of you want to know what is happening. Where is everyone? What will happen now? Will they come back? I will answer all these questions and more. The people who are gone were loving and always cared about other people. They are all gone. The people that are still here are blessed people that actually care about important things. People, who want to advance in life. I propose we hold the people that we lost in our hearts and move on. Since we all have the same views, we can advance in technology and improve our economy. Also, as another note, since our government is missing half its people, we need someone to take control. I will take charge and make sure that all of you are pleased with the how things are run. Let us learn from our mistakes, not let the ones who have left us stop us and rise up to become the most powerful country in the world. Let us take this advantage! Thank you for letting me speak to you today. That is all.”

I heard a cheering in the background, they all loved me. I looked out the window and saw a mass of thousands of people. They had come from nowhere but still they were there. I realized that I was their hero. I had made a difference in this world for once. My swelling heart rose in my chest with pride. I got my phone out and started texting Jay to let him know about the good news.

Did you just see what I just did?

Yeah! That was streamed all over the US.

I watched your speech with some of the kids

In the classroom so they were distracted.

Really? Are you serious?

Of course. Whoa! Little kids are dragging me everywhere. Gtg.

See you later.

I look down from my phone, as a knocking arises from outside the office door.

“Is Mrs. Lydia Pack in here?”, asked an intruding voice.

“Come in,” I said, not knowing what to except.

The door opened to a tall, athletic man. He wore a FBI uniform and seemed very important in his position. I became nervous all of a sudden because he may have come in here to arrest me for trying to take over the country. However, if all of the citizens of America only care about themselves, then there is a good chance that they may agree with me. That means he is probably not here to arrest me. Abruptly, he interrupts my thoughts and starts speaking.

“I am sorry to intrude, Mrs. Pack, but I must inform you about something,” he announces nervously. What could this be about? Surely, everyone is happy about what is happening around here? “It seems that there are some people that do not agree with our ideals. We have spotted some children running into some sort of secret base. We hijacked their security cameras and heard that they were planning to overthrow the government that you have created. They also had a hospital in a western sector of the building to help other people, who were in distress. As a result, we have concluded that there are some people that are left are selfless. With these people in the way, we may not be able to proceed with our plan to help make the world more successful. Also, we have decided to call these people, the Missing Ones.”

“I see that these children could potentially be a big problem,” I acknowledged as I drum my fingers against the desk. “We may have to get rid of these ‘Missing Ones’. Could you please exterminate all the Missing Ones that you may find?”

“Yes, of course! I…”he agreed, until he was interpreted by a knocking on the door.

“Mrs. Pack! Mrs. Pack! There are armed children coming this way. They seem to be protesting against the government!” panted another officer, as he opens the door. “We have to do something about this!”

I run to the intercom and started chanting orders, “Every soldier and officer in the building needs to get rid of all these protesting children. They are a danger to our country and must be eliminated.” With this, both officers run out of the room, in response to this new command.

I sat there, lost in my thoughts. I hear screaming and fires outside the house. A shiver ran down my spine, I had to distract myself with something. I look on the desk and see all the paperwork. I pick one paper and read the Title.

Save all the puppies of America

This was garage, I throw away, it too in the bin. I read title after title, only finding a few good surviving title that I could save for later that I would pass to make the country accelerate.

All of a sudden, I hear someone beating down my door. It bursts open and I see a teenage girl standing there, armed with a machine gun. The ironic sight, petrified me. What was she doing? She probably was one of the rebels, that were trying to take over.

“Hand over the country or I’ll shot,” she threatens.

I look at her, I have nowhere to move. Nowhere to hide. I grab the intercom speaker and duck under my desk. “I need a team of 10 well armed soldiers to come immediately to the president’s office.” The girl starts shooting, a very bad aim, nevertheless cutting through the desk. In a few seconds, the desk becomes only a slab of wood that barely could protect me.

A team of soldiers burst through the open door and take down the girl. They didn’t kill her yet, for she seemed to still be breathing and alive.

“Mrs. Pack, we should give you the honor of ending, all of the nonsense of this country. We have exterminated all of the other children and this is the last one.”

They hand me a knife and hold the girl down. She starts sobbing and saying little meaningless prayers. It has to be done. I raise the weapon. A scream cries out. It was all for the greater good. Let this be a lesson to all. Evil always prevails.