A Harsh Reality Pt. 01byAshiraDatya©
This story takes place in the year 2010, however, not the 2010 we are familiar with. Certain things will remain the same, certain things will not.
In the year 2000, a man by the name William Chancy, a devout Neo Nazi decided to follow the manual Mein Kampf and complete Adolf Hitler's fanatical desire to rid the world of the Jewish Problem, starting with the United States of America. Half of the United States Jewish population had been murdered by 2002 and the other half had gone into hiding and rebellion. By the year 2010, there are only a few thousand Jewish people left in the United States. Any man, woman or child who is proved to be Jewish is shot on sight after hours of torture.
A tall, slim figure looked around anxiously from shadow to disorienting shadow. "Where are you?" she muttered. Her legs throbbed; she had been crouching in the dark for hours; since before the sun had dipped below the horizon. "Finally!" she thought when a small beam of light traced a circle on the ground. She listened closely for a moment before drawing a circle with her light before shutting it off quickly. She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved silently but quickly through the shadows and crouched down next to her. "You're late Mal!" she hissed.
"Sorry love, the meeting ran late," Mal apologized. She growled softly at his word choice but fell silent as the sound of an engine disrupted the stillness and silence of the night. They glanced at each other, the panic evident in both of their eyes. Thinking quickly, Mal covered her with his body and pressed his lips to hers. She struggled for a moment but her body betrayed her and she found herself returning the kiss.
The lights of the vehicle nearly blinded them both. "Please keep going," Mal thought. The Jeep stopped and two soldiers headed towards them on foot.
"Halt!" one of the soldiers said loudly, kicking the bottom of Mal's shoe. Mal pulled away from her and turned to the soldiers.
"Just trying to make up for lost time; my boss had me in Boston for two weeks," Mal said. The soldier pointed his flashlight into her face and she had to fight the urge to look away. She knew that if she looked away, she would be arrested for acting suspicious. A blush filled her face as Mal deliberately slid his hand between her thighs; she willed her body to stop responding to his touch as she felt herself growing even wetter than she already was.
"What is your name?" the soldier asked her, studying her carefully.
"Mira," she answered.
"I would like to see your papers," the soldier told them. Mal and Mira handed over their papers; the soldier studied them carefully before handing them back. "Get home both of you," the soldier told them. Mal and Mira watched as the soldiers climbed back into the Jeep and drove away.
"That was too close. Let's get out of here," Mira said angrily as she pulled away from Mal and stood up.
"Mira, I'm sorry," Mal apologized as he reached for her hand.
"Lets just get out of here," Mira murmured. Mal nodded and grabbed the bags from the ground. "I can carry my own bag," Mira reminded him.
"Just go Mira, I'm tired and it's late," Mal grumbled. Mira nodded and followed him through the darkness.
"Were there any problems tonight?" an older man asked as Mira and Mal walked into the camp.
"No father," Mira said softly. Mal handed a large envelope to the older man.
"We need to act soon Liam, the Boston group has lost nearly half their numbers and New York is falling quickly," Mal told the man.
"We will discuss what must be done on Sunday. Now it is time to light the candles," Liam said. He turned to his daughter. "Go change Mira," he added. Mira nodded and slipped into her sleeping area where she finally released the shaky breath she had been holding since Mal had brushed by her to hand her father the parcel he was carrying.
"Is everything alright Mira?" a young woman asked.
"Everything is fine Hannah, go get ready for Shabbos," Mira answered, quickly changing into a light blue dress and pulling a lace shawl from a trunk. She slipped the shawl over her head and walked to the main building.
"Good Shabbos," Mal said softly from his place against the back wall. Mira gasped and took a step back. "You look beautiful Miriam," he murmured as he reached out and brushed his fingers against her cheek.
"I'm glad you came back safely Malachi," Miriam said quietly. He smiled gently before pulling away from her as Liam walked into the building.
"Is there anything I should know about?" Liam asked, turning his gaze from his daughter to his best soldier.
"No Liam," Malachi denied.
"Good, because Miriam is already betrothed to Jacob," Liam reminded them. Liam watched the look on Malachi's face change and he had to hide his chuckle.
"Father, can't we discuss my betrothal?" Miriam wanted to know.
"No Miriam, we can not," Liam said with a sense of finality. Miriam sighed but said nothing more as people began pouring into the building. "Light the candles Miriam," Liam said. Miriam glanced at Malachi before taking the zippo lighter from off of the table and lit the candles and recited the prayer.
The people of the camp went through the movements of observing the Sabbath with ease and grace of a people who had been observant for centuries. When the evening meal was over, Miriam slipped away to the river; Malachi followed her. "It isn't safe," Malachi said softly. Miriam jumped, lost her footing and slid on her ass to the bottom of the river bank. "Are you alright?" Malachi asked as he hurried to her.
"You shouldn't be here," Miriam snapped.
"Neither should you," Malachi pointed out.
"I needed some space," Miriam murmured.
"What if the soldiers come?" Malachi asked.
"I can handle a few overgrown, over confident Hardy Boys," Miriam sneered. Malachi grinned at the comment and helped her up to the top of the bank.
They sat quietly for several moments until Miriam glanced at Malachi and asked, "Do you ever miss the old days?"
"All the time. Do you remember when you were eight and we played that joke on Jacob?" Malachi asked.
"Of course. He about wet his pants when he saw the snake in his bag," Miriam said with a giggle.
"I about had a heart attack when he flung it at you," Malachi told her.
"It bit him Chi, it nearly killed him," Miriam reminded him.
"Yeah, and he nearly killed you too," Malachi said, his thumb traced the large scar on her wrist.
"How did we get here?" Miriam wanted to know.
"Some fanatic decided to take up what Hitler started in Europe and bring it state side," Malachi answered.
"What's going on daddy?" Miriam wanted to know as Liam pushed Hannah into Miriam's arms.
"Stay hidden," Liam said in response as he grabbed his rifle.
"Want mama!" Hannah wailed.
"Quiet Han," Miriam scolded. She listened carefully for sounds of her father and gasped when, after what seemed like hours, thirteen year old Malachi opened the closet door. "You scared me Chi," she murmured.
"Quickly Miriam, we must go now!" Malachi exclaimed urgently. He took Hannah from Miriam. "Get a small bag of clothing around for both of you," he added. Miriam flew to the bedroom that she and Hannah shared and pulled clothing into two small bags and at the last minute, tossed in a few of her favorite books, the locket her mother had given her for her birthday and some of Hannah's favorite toys.
"I'm ready," Miriam murmured. Malachi nodded and led them carefully through the uproar in the streets. "What's going on?" Miriam asked, nearly an hour later when they stopped to rest.
"We're being hunted," Malachi answered softly as he set a sleeping Hannah in the grass.
"By whom?" Miriam wanted to know.
"The army. There has been a coup; President Bush was murdered by Hitler's doppelganger," Malachi said, handing Miriam an apple and chunk of bread.
"What?" Miriam asked, looking at Malachi as if he were crazy as she took an eager bite of the apple.
"William Chancy has taken over the government. He's disbanded the senate and house as well as ordered the Supreme Court to accept him as supreme ruler of the United States. Those that have refused, which were most of them were hunted down and killed," Malachi answered.
"How is it I knew nothing about this?" Miriam asked.
"That's how your father wanted it," Malachi told her. She finished the food quickly and stood up when Malachi stood. "We need to keep moving," he added.
It was dark when they stopped again and Miriam sighed in relief when she saw a medium sized tent. "This is where you and Hannah will sleep," Malachi said.
"What about you?" Miriam asked.
"I'm to watch out for you until I can get you to safety," Malachi told her. He waited until they fell asleep before sitting down just inside the tent. END FLASHBACK
"Your father would not be pleased if he saw the two of you together alone out here," a deep voice said from behind them.
"You scared me Jacob," Miriam murmured.
"The Rabbi has come, we are to be married tomorrow when Shabbos ends," Jacob told her.
"The hell we will!" Miriam snapped.
"Come back to the camp with me Miriam and I will not have to tell your father that you've betrayed your honor with Malachi," Jacob sneered.
"What? Chi hasn't touched me like that!" Miriam exclaimed.
"I know that, but Liam has seen how Malachi looks at you and he will believe it," Jacob said. Malachi stood up and helped Miriam to her feet.
"Don't leave me alone with him!" Miriam pleaded with Malachi. The scared expression on Miriam's face broke Malachi's heart and anger roared through him.
"It'll be okay Miriam. You know where I'll be if you need me," Malachi murmured, seeing the look on Jacob's face.
"Chi please!" Miriam cried. Malachi wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
"I'll be here for you as long as you need me," Malachi promised before reluctantly pulling away.
Malachi stood in the back, his hands clenched into fists as he watched the Rabbi officiate Miriam's wedding to Jacob. Why did Liam want to hurt his own daughter? So what if Jacob was the strongest fighter in the camp, he was also cruel and arrogant and had hated both Miriam and Malachi since they had hidden the rattle snake in his bag. He felt nauseous as the Rabbi proclaimed Miriam and Jacob to be man and wife and he wanted to hit something as he watched Jacob kiss Miriam roughly before pulling her away.
"Where are you going?" Hannah wanted to know.
"Your sister and I are going to consummate our marriage," Jacob answered with a leering smile. "Would you like to join us? I would enjoy deflowering both of you, you're beautiful," Jacob added.
"Leave Hannah alone," Miriam growled. She whimpered when Jacob back handed her.
"Do not ever tell me what to do again," Jacob warned.
"Hannah, go to Malachi and stay with him," Miriam instructed her younger sister. Hannah nodded and ran in fear as Jacob pulled Miriam into his cabin.
"How lucky we are that your father found this old camp," Jacob commented as he lit the fire. Miriam nodded and looked around nervously. "Your father will send your things over tomorrow," Jacob told her as he pulled his clothing off. "Take off your Miriam," he said quietly. Miriam shook her head and backed up. "The hard way then," Jacob said with a grin. Her eyes widened when he picked up a large hunting knife and stalked towards her.
"Don't hurt me," Miriam pleaded. Jacob laughed and quickly cut through her clothing.
"I will enjoy this," Jacob commented as he looked over Miriam's body carefully. Miriam's eyes widened more when she saw how large he was. "It'll get bigger," Jacob told her when he noticed what she was staring at.
"Please don't hurt me," Miriam whispered.
"Then don't fight me," Jacob instructed. Miriam swallowed hard as he reached for her; winced as he pinched her nipple hard. "You are truly beautiful," he commented as he trailed his fingers down Miriam's body before he plunged three fingers deep within her. Miriam cried out at the mistreatment and Jacob laughed. "I'm glad to see you weren't lying about being with Malachi. If you had, I would have killed you both," Jacob said as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her.
Miriam whimpered as his fingers brushed by her hymen and Jacob groaned as blood pulsed to his cock, hardening it further. "Lay down on the bed Miriam," Jacob instructed. Too afraid to disobey, Miriam settled herself back against the pillows. "Wait, give me a pillow," Jacob said. Miriam reached behind her and pulled a pillow out from the head of the bed and handed it to him; she watched as he placed it under her bottom. "We want to make plenty of babies for the resistance," Jacob told her. Miriam blanched and paled at the thought and pulled her legs together. Jacob just laughed, pulled her legs apart and positioned himself over her. Miriam screamed in pain as he thrust savagely into her. "God Miriam, your cunt is so fucking tight," he groaned.
"You're hurting me!" Miriam whimpered.
"You need to relax!" Jacob hissed as he began pounding into her. Tears streamed down her cheeks in rivers as he thrust in and out of her, his fingers twisted and pinched her nipples. Jacob tried to kiss her but Miriam turned her head away from him so Jacob bit hard on her neck causing her to cry out loudly. "Never deny me," Jacob growled, turning her head roughly before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Miriam cried out in surprise as he began thrusting harder and faster within her. Miriam pulled her head away from him.
"Stop it!" Miriam shouted. Jacob back handed her hard, causing Miriam to see stars. Jacob quickened the pace of his thrusts and grunted loudly as his seed pulsed from his cock into her. Jacob pulled away from her and as Miriam started to get up from the bed, he pushed her back onto her back.
"You will not move until I come back," Jacob warned.
"Where are you going?" Miriam asked.
"To tell your father that we will not be rejoining the festivities and to bring back a plate of food," Jacob answered.
As I stated earlier, this is fictional; obviously, nobody overthrew the Government during President Bush's tenure in the White House and he is very much alive and shall remain so until G-d feels that President Bush's time is up. I am not implying it will happen any time soon, so please, do not get any wrong ideas; I am NOT threatening the life of a former President so there is no need to inform the FBI. :P