“May the force
be with you.”
Sir Issac
Newton* #quote
I placed 16th
out of around 35 people today at the tournament I went to. I was
paired against decks my deck wasn't good against. (In trading card
games you collect cards then createdecks to play against other
people, that part is the creative, fun part). That is, in a way, my
fault. My deck is weak against too many things now so I can't count
on being conveniently matched up against people that my strategies
easily beat. So I'm going to make a better deck to fix this problem.
Wish me luck! Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Ignorant
Fugitive
“Tom
Franklin, you're under arrest,” An officer held a laser gun to the
back of the head of the most wanted fugitive in the galaxy. “We
finally got a DNA verification at a restaurant you ate at minutes
ago. Proof that you are you. All that body changing surgery will no
longer do you any good.”
The fugitive
wore simple, inconspicuous street clothes, and he looked as average
as possible, with average looking brown hair and black eyes. Neither
ugly or attractive and not worth a second glance. He'd be the extra
in a crowd, the background man in a movie, the stagehand you'd never
notice. The entire intent of the surgery he underwent of course.
“So, Tom
Franklin is my name? That is something I wondered all these years.”
He laughed, his hands trembling with fear.
“What are you
talking about?” The officer kept the gun to the fugitives head. He
knew backup was coming.
Tom turned
around to face the officer, the laser gun right between his eyes.
“One day I woke up with my memory wiped. The memory doctors told me
I ordered it myself...apparently some medical practitioners will do
anything if paid enough money. I remembered near nothing of my past
life. But I knew I was a fugitive, I needed to keep running, and I
knew the location of a bank account with a great deal of money for me
to live on and new identity documents.”
“That's the
most ludicrous story I've ever heard,” the officer replied. “Who
would use memory technology like that on themselves? Memory erasing
is only used for therapy on trauma!”
“I wondered
the answer to that question myself. Maybe it had to do with what kind
of person I was. Did I not want myself to know what kind of person I
used to be? And to be that person anymore?What kind of person was Tom
Franklin?”
The officer
went silent. The words couldn't come to him. Tom Franklin did things
that made people question what evils a person could do with their own
two hands. The first crime he became famous for was the strangulation
of a child. Really the only reason that the officer didn't shoot him
on sight was because he wanted the court to sentence him to the now
legal torture sentencing for enemies of the state. And every country
considered him an enemy of the state because of the attacks on the
populace he orchestrated. His death count goes over the thousands.
The backup
arrived with the armored prison transport for Tom Franklin. They
didn't want to lose him. The officer never answered Tom Franklin's
question about what kind of man he was. That would be brought up in
court. One of the officer's own children was a victim of the
fugitive.
A deep, dark
feeling of depression welled into the officer's body. Along with a
feeling of anger. If the fugitive's story of having his memory wiped
was true, then the wrong man faced trial. The real Tom Franklin
should have been one to suffer, remembering all his crimes as the
state maliciously tortured him as an example to monsters like him.
But this man will have to do.
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