It was dark. Dark and cold, thought young Paul Warden. He and his family were finally escaping. For 2 years Paul's father, William Warden, had been under the watch of the dictator because of "treacherous actions." The man had given medicine to enemies of the dictator, and was therefore a criminal. Now the only chance of survival for the Warden family was to flee to an uninhabited island.
Now Paul could see the dock ahead of them that they planned to take a boat to the island on. But suddenly the dictator and 12 of his cronies jumped out from behind a corner. Paul managed to hide before he could be seen, but it was too late for the rest of his family.
"I've been expecting you, Mr. Warden," the dictator coldly stated. "And now it is time." As those words came from the dictators mouth, the cronies fired their laser cannons at Paul's family as he watched helplessly from his hiding spot.
Then he ran. He ran to the boat, turned on the engine, set the coordinates for the island, and escaped...
...but that was 35 years ago.
Paul remembered that day as if it were yesterday. Now today would finally be the day his plan of vengeance would come into action. His group of doctors on the island would go to the capitol of the world and give the oppressed citizens the first aid watches to distract the security units, while Paul would go inside the capitol building and kill the dictator.
Then the world would be free. Paul had waited 35 years for this day, yet now he dreaded it. He watched his fellow doctors as they loaded supplies into the boat they would be taking, and wondered if any of them would survive. All they had to defend themselves were crude spears they had made from bamboo. But better not to dwell on such things, thought Paul.
Now the boat was leaving. In about an hour, they would arrive at their destination.
They got to the security checkpoint at the dock near the capitol. The guard came towards them, but Paul quickly kicked him into the water and hurried to cut the communications wire at the checkpoint, but right before he cut it a security breach alarm went out to the capitol headquarters. The dictator now knew he was there.
The crew left the boat and hurried toward the capitol, and Paul headed toward the dictator's headquarters. Paul looked behind him as he ran, and saw his fellow doctors trying to defend themselves against the security units while they gave out the watches. It was a hopeless battle.
Now Paul was at the building. Suddenly he realized what he was going to do, and the extreme risks involved. But he didn't have long to think, for at that moment the dictator appeared. "How nice to see you, young Paul. Your father wouldn't have made it this far." "My father wouldn't have killed innocent men like a coward, either," said Paul, as he ran toward the dictator with the dealy watch. "But he would have done this!"
Paul set the watch to inject a poison strong enough to kill 25 men in under a minute. He charged the dictator and prepared to strap the watch to the dictator. But the dictator saw it coming. He drew his blaster and shot Paul in the chest. Blood oozed from Paul's wound as he drew nearer to the dictator, running faster and more frenzied than before. Paul buried the watch's sensors into the dictator's wrist, as the dictator struggled to get the watch. The dictator's veins in his neck throbbed as he wrenched the watch free. He flung it into Paul's forehead with the last of his strength, and then fell dead to the ground.
Paul had finally achieved victory. He had completed the one thing that he felt he existed to do. He looked upon the limp body of the dictator and said, "I have done it father." Then he died.
From the journal of Alex Whiting, sole survivor of the D.F.P.D.:
The skirmish against the guards was terrible. All around me I saw my comrades fall from the guards laser bolts. I managed to spear one of the guards with my bamboo pole, and I picked up his blaster.
There were five of us left, against at least twenty guards. I managed to kill four guards with the blaster I picked up, and the other doctors picked up the blasters of the fallen enemies. We fought hard, but when we had killed all the guards two more doctors were dead.
One of the remaining doctors, John Carter, had found a digital map of the city. "Follow me," he said, pointing in the direction of the palace. We ran as hard as we could so we could help Paul, as we shot down any guards in our way. Finally we arrived at the palace.
I saw Paul and the dictator, and Paul was holding the watch and charging the dictator. I suddenly realized what had happened, but it was too late. I shouted to John and the other doctor who was heading for the palace,"come back!" But they didn't hear me and kept running. Then I saw a huge explosion, with fire and smoke filling the palace.
I ran into the palace, searching for the others. Smoke fumes filled my lungs and I became dizzy, but I kept going. I looked around and saw the two who had run to the palace with me. Both were dead.
I ran further and saw two bodies. One was the dictator, the other Paul. I bent over and asked Paul if he was okay. No answer. I reached into his poket and pulled out the plans for the first aid watch. I tossed them into the fire, so they could never again be used to create death. Then I found another paper in his poket, a letter. This is what it said:
This letter is addressed to whoever may find it, and then for that person to tell all. Before this letter was written, the world was in slavery, with everyone working to for the dictator and the dictator only. A band of men which I led set out to change that, to make men free. We went knowing we probably would not return. If you are reading this letter, it means that I am dead. I do not know if our mission was a success or not, but perhaps you do. If we failed, then you must keep fighting. Tell the world to turn against the dictator, so that you may be free. If we succeeded, then build a new earth, a free earth, as things once were. But whether my mission ended in victory or defeat, let our actions be a testament that we must always keep fighting those who are evil. That we must never give in.
Paul Warden, Leader of the D.F.P.D.
The world is free now. We are in the process of finding a new leader who will be fair. I am working on having a statue erected in memory of the doctors who died. We must never forget them.