A Reason of Existing [Part 1]

In this world, you only needed to know one thing - the colour of your blood ruled your social status. People with red blood controlled the country, having the power to instill fear. Those with blue blood were the loyal workers, having the power to sooth raging emotions. Others who had yellow blood were the people’s beloved ones, having the power to instill happiness.

She? The first incident where she got hurt, she found out she had white blood. She didn’t belong to society’s normalcy. No one knew what people with white blood could do. No one acknowledged there was a white voicer. As far as she knew, she was the broken one among all people. Her parents had known this after she was born, and had done everything to keep it a secret.

But a secret so hard to hide would eventually be discovered. A bunch of red-blooded soldiers intruded the house and had a blood check on each of her family members. They got through it - she didn’t. They pushed her to the wall with her hands on her back, tying her with their magic-enhanced silver chains. Her chest hurt, and she heard Mother screaming to high heaven, pleading them to stop.

Later, she was put in a cell. Not the one for the officially-convicted criminals, but for those who were suspected to threaten the country. She wanted to laugh out loud at them and flashed the middle finger, but she was smarter than that. She knew those soldiers understood cruelty more than they understood justice, and even the tiniest act of rebellion would deserve a severe punishment.

They interrogated her there. They asked her trapping questions, like: Did your white blood influence you in any way to commit crime? Did you think you being the single white voicer made you superior than others? Did you think there should be a separation in terms of treatment to a white voicer like you? It was annoying to say the least. She answered them as truthful as she could.

She didn’t get out of the cell until the six-hours interrogation had passed. They seemed disappointed of their failed attempt to bring the worse out of her - to expose her as some threat to the society. But then again, an anomaly was still an anomaly. Red voicer was treated in higher regard than yellow voicer, and blue voicer was regarded the least. How should they regard her?

Like a human being. They didn’t know that, of course, seeing how their extreme intelligence ignored those petty simple facts.

When she got out from the cell, the government's interest wasn’t over. The Prime Minister, Henry Rose paid a visit to her house. Her parents were beaming - they had always been devoted fans of him - and thought he was there to give her support. Well, he did say he felt sorry for the harsh treatment she got from his soldiers, the only form of protection in this country. But she knew he was there for something more.

And she was right. After the pleasantries, he told her parents about how he was fascinated with her and the nature of her blood. He said it would be interesting to learn more about it. He said there was another person who had a blood different than the usual ones - a guy - who he wanted her to meet. Perhaps with both the guy and her together, they could find out more about their unique cases.

Yeah, right, unique. When the news of her white blood spread into the entire nation via television, people had been looking at her like she was some weirdo. She got a daily dose of being bullied in school by the typical mean popular girls who liked to think that she was having a leukemia because of her blood. It was pathetic how they couldn’t come up with a better insult and stooped so low to insulting a disease.

Father was suspicious of Henry. Mother was even more doubtful than he was. The conversation after that turned into an awkward, cautious one, and they were trying to give excuses to Henry about her unable to go with him. Henry didn’t buy them, of course. He could totally see they were trying to protect her from the government again. He didn’t give up, however.

He told her that this guy he was talking about was truly dangerous. He didn’t know what had actually happened to the scientists who had been near that guy, but they had a severe disease after a meeting with him gone wrong. He said this guy was uncontrollable, and if they couldn’t come out with a solution to fix this guy’s problem, they might need to take the last step.

The last step. Hearing that, she froze. She had heard it from the time she was in cell. The soldiers talked among themselves that if she was truly a threat to the people, one that could not be fixed, the last step would be most likely taken on her. It certainly did sound horrible at that time, and she had a clear guess about what the last step was. And they were about to do this to that guy. Knowing how she would feel being in his shoes, she knew she couldn’t let this go.

But was this a strong enough reason to go? Was it worth it? She had no idea. She did have an idea about the possible way they would treat her - maybe another push to the wall, aiming to crush her skull. She wasn’t sure. Henry’s arrival wasn’t as bad as the soldiers, so people working directly under his charge couldn’t be as bad.

Well, she must as well learned to take a risk from now. Her life wasn’t the same as before. People viewed her differently, like they were viewing her as if she had grown another head. She could do without that. It wasn’t worth it trying everyday to protect herself, making herself blend with the others when it was obvious she didn’t have to. If society frowned, they could do it without her.

Plus, if somehow participating in whatever the government was doing could make her learn more about herself, then she would give it a go. She needed to make use of her white blood. She didn’t know what she could do, and that was the worst as a voicer. Her mom could let her voice soothed others. Her father could cheer up people with his. She? She had to know what she could do.

She looked at her parents, grabbing her mother’s hands. She hoped they could understand her decision to go with Henry. She knew how much they loved her. The people of Caa Mier was a bunch of racists, and they were that without considering your skin colour. Your blood colour was what mattered. The blue voicers were the minority - their least-useful blood colour was a laughing stock to others.

In the next morning, she packed her bags and went with Henry using his limousine. She managed to wave goodbye to her family.

A/N: I'm just throwing the idea outta here. I'm not sure if I would finish it. Probably would if there are those who wanted me to do that. :)