unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 43

        I turned the video on, watching the audience, especially those that were Lola’s age, everyone here that wanted to defy me, but hadn’t been off this island for nearly forty years. A girl, no older than Lola herself, in the middle of a circle while the Alpha beat her senseless with a whip, until she was on the ground rolling, flailing her limbs – shrieks of agony, “Next time, be where you’re expected to be,” the Alpha said clearly, not one person helping her.

        I turned the video off, “Do you all see that? This is what the Elders are currently letting happen… That is what I want to stop. You think that if I leave here that I’m going to leave you all here to enjoy being free, going around with no authority? No… I’m going to drop each and every single one of you in the worst pack so that you see just how good you’ve had it. So you know that I was here to change what you just witnessed. You all see it and think it’s not happening to me, so it doesn’t matter to me or to my children. If what it takes for all of you to realize it does concern you, is for it to actually be your children, I can make that happen.”

        “I’ve been here for nearly two months and how many times have any of you approached me about my plans, each of you are waiting for me to come to you,” I scoffed.

        Opening the next file I put a picture belonging to every single person here that they had left back home, there were three categories, deceased, alive and missing. Crying, whispering words of comfort from those they came to the gathering with, loved ones they had no information on – now they did.

        I left it on the screen for five straight minutes, saying nothing, eyeing each and everyone single one of them, it was cruel to do it this way but I had hit my limit. What Connor did tonight mixed in with finding Lola, and Kayla, was all too much.

        “You all seem to think that I’m here for you, I told all of you once, and this is the final time, everyone I care about is on this island… I have no reason to fight, not really and the longer I’m here policing adults like you’re all children, the longer your loved ones out there are suffering. You think it bothers me? No it doesn’t. I’m going to fight, but how long they suffer is on all of you!” I pointed out to the audience. Sick of this already.

        “The longer I take to prepare, to get where I need to be to overcome this battle, the more of your loved ones that either go missing or die. How many more pictures do you all want to see under the deceased section before you all get your head out of the sand here and start to get your self together?” I demanded to know, my voice lifting as I thought about it all. Nothing, they hadn’t made a single effort since I had gotten here.

        Day after day, Gabriel and I were supervising.

        I was exhausted just with monitoring their thoughts. Looking for the one person that would try to blitz us. Granted we wouldn’t let our guard down that far when they all got with the program, but they needed to get with the program.

        “I shouldn’t have to be giving out punishments to you people, or your children.”

        I started to make my last point as Gabriel stood over to the side with a big old smirk on his face. Shooting them would’ve been easier, no long speech, he thought cheekily.