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Chapter One

Chapter One: Minho

Stray Kids Dystopian AU

Word Count: 2066 Words

Info: Every year they send 11 kids (12-21) to go out into the wasteland of the world to try to find a better place, a haven of sorts. They are sent by the government to find better food, water and shelter. But the catch is no one has found this so-called haven or that’s what they believe no kid that they have sent out there has ever returned. Not in the 36 years they have been doing this.

Warnings: Minor Language, And Mention of the word ‘Suicide’

Genre: Dystopian

The day I never wanted to come every year. It was the time of year where the government chose children and teens to go find the “sanctuary” at a point I started to not believe in it. I mean, all the years those kids never came back. All of those thirty-six years and not one damn kid came back. At this point, the government is weak and looking for someone to put faith in. To think that one day. We won’t even exist. We’ll be in ruins at one point. We’ll run out of food.

What if the generations of children before found the sanctuary (if it truly exists that is). They would keep it to themselves. I mean, why would they share the place filled with things they wanted and needed for so long.

Everyone had to be dressed for the special occasion of the picking. As my family isn’t the richest in the community. I wore my usual jean jacket and a black shirt that I have had since I was about eighteen years old. My pants weren’t in the best condition they were dusty and dingy as I worked with the remaining crops this place had.

All of us have gathered at the center of town. I personally never really got to know anyone as my family was practically hassled to keep the farm in check with whatever we had and made sure they didn’t get a disease or die. I never even got to know my family really. We were farm folk. What did I have to do with going out and finding a civilization that I didn’t even know exist or not?

I stood in the crowd of people, looking around to see other people my age and some younger. I locked eyes with an orange haired boy. He was not amused nor angry. He was somewhat terrified from what I could tell. I wasn’t known for being nice but something about that boy made me feel obliged to. I gave him a warm-hearted smile, hoping he would return it which he did. He was still scared but he looked a bit happier now. A guy around his fifties had stepped onto the stage. It was the same guy who nominated each person each year. Ever since I was five. He started to speak.

“Hello, everyone, you all know me! I’m Jinyoung Park. Nice to see everyone here. My, look at how some of you have grown! No need to waste time! We should get into it! You all know why we are here. But if you don’t let me inform you.” His voice rang into the mic.

He spoke as if he was happy to send meer children into their deaths.

“It is the annual finding of the sanctuary! We will elect eleven people between the ages of twelve to twenty-one! We do this because we must find the sanctuary. The sanctuary is the place of wonders where all your dreams will become true. Is believed to be the place of gods!”

Everyone cheered. Everyone is so gullible. How could you believe this? Can’t you see that they just want to get rid of people so they can have more food! Idiots. All of them.

“So to find this place we must send eleven people out! So without further ado. Let’s start the picking…”

A man came rushing up, his head down as he carried a bowl of pieces of paper. Mr. Park pulled one sheet out and I could swear I could feel my heart beat a bit faster. Not saying that dying would be better than waiting out your doom by starving is better but that’s exactly what I am saying. He opened it dramatically slow.

“Lee Felix! Would you kindly come up to the stage? Everyone congratulate him on his wonderful journey ahead!”

The boy that was cast aside is whom I assumed was Felix. He did not want to be here. He was shaking slightly. His hair was ash brown and quite wavy and pushed to the side.

“Felix? Come to the stage, please. Someone go get him up here!” Mr. Park announces.

The boy was pushed by the guards of the event and up onto the stage. He was frozen in place as he stood next to Mr. Park only his fingers were doing a slight twitch. I felt bad. He had a life ahead of him and now he was sucked into being in this game.

“You should say something, boy! This is your chance to make it big! Everyone puts faith in you!”

Well, no pressure there. Mr. Park shoved the mic into the poor boy’s face. Absolute silence. Mr. Park hit the boy in the back of the head, whispering something into his ear. Felix held the mic tightly.

“I-I am honored…”

The boy gulped before continuing on. He was completely flushed.

“I am so happy that I can help find the s-sanctuary.”

The boy finished and everyone cheered and hollered. He was sent to sit down on one of them in the back. He followed the order doing as so as he completely zoned out. I felt for the kid. That poor kid didn’t need to be sent to his death. Mr. Park had taken out another slip of paper and waved it in the air.

“This shall be the second chosen one! Everyone cheer for the upcoming male or female!” Mr. Park smiled and then opened the paper with a wide grin.

“Han Jisung!”

I looked over to see the boy I gave a smile too. He cried. He let a tear drop from his eyes. I felt bad for him more than the boy before. I didn’t know why I felt hurt by him being picked. He seemed too young to go or he didn’t have enough fight in him. Similar to Felix, he didn’t even move. He didn’t weep either. His tears flowed freely from his eyes as they were shaking. He stood still for a couple of seconds, his stomach probably churning, his eyes now closed. The guards shoved him onto the stage as well. He couldn’t help crying harder.

“So! Han Jisung! Any words before your epic journey!” Jisung flinched at Mr. Park’s loud voice and the mic’s loud projection of it. He handed him the mic and he shook his head and his hands trembled.

“H-help! You can’t tell me after all these years you still believe this! This is suicide!”

The boy said as he was being pulled away from the mic and Mr. Park glared at him as the guards sat him down, standing on either side of him pushing down his shoulders to make him sit. He went limp and didn’t even make a noise.

I frowned deeply. I’ll be saying it the entire time but poor children. I know I could be chosen but I have faith in the latter. I looked down towards my hands they were covered in dirt and minor cuts from me pulling out weeds from our crops and using tools as well. I almost zoned out if it weren’t for another person being called out.

“Seo Changbin!”

The boy was different he got onto the stage automatically. He wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t crying. In fact, he was numb almost. I could hear his footsteps from all the way in the back. Mr. Park leaned the mic over to Changbin and he shook his head, pushing it back to him.

“You might as well kill me now. No one is going to find this damn sanctuary you’re talking about.”

Finally. Someone with a bit of common sense. Mr. Park glared at him as well. He snapped his fingers and the guards started to do the same to Changbin as they did to Jisung. He didn’t struggle or fight them. He sat down and looked to the side. I couldn’t continue to listen to the same thing all over and over. It got old. I started to zone out. It was better than this. I still can’t forgive them for sending my older sister into the outside world. It sickened me. It’s been eleven years since I have seen her. She’s gone and I know that. She was only twelve when I was nine. I didn’t cry but it hurt like hell. It still stung sometimes. I have a slim thought of her being alive. I wish she was but that’s only a wish. It’s been a couple of minutes when Changbin was last called. I could see other people walk up onto the stage, more and more people. They were all boys. I was surprised by that as usually, there would be a couple of girls by now. All boys of different heights, features and hairstyles, and colors. Some scared and some looking numb or sad. One was smiling. I stared at him. Why would he be smiling? What type of sick is that idiot? I heard another yell of an announcement of the “chosen ones”. I couldn’t hear anyone but people started to back away from me. Oh god.

“Lee Minho! Lee Minho!”

This can’t be real. Like at all. You can’t be serious right now. Everyone looked at me. They had a look in their eyes, a look of pity, a look of sadness. I didn’t want guards pushing me instead of fighting them, I walked in front of them. I walked straight on to the stage. I looked away from the crowd of people that had their eyes set onto me. As Mr. Park did time and time again he had handed me the mic.

“Thanks. I honestly don’t get after all of these years. That you still believe this. That you still believe that someone or something is still out there. We’re all that’s left! And you’re really believing that this is practically suicide! Jisung said it. Changbin said it! Stop-”

I was pushed out of the way as Jisung was but I was not going to take that from people who are sending me to my death. I stomped my foot onto one of the guards and pushed myself off of him.

“You have to believe us! They’re going to kill us!” I yelled without the mic clasped in my hands.

I hung my head low. I saw the crowd’s gaze at me. It wasn’t of praise but of faith. They all knew. They knew we’d be dead. I could tell the parents of the boys that were on stage were crying. It was like floods of tears, of rain. The rain that never seemed to come to this deserted place. No weather besides the darkness of the clouds overhead and the sun that gave the crops we grew food and life. I sat back in the chair and completely shut down. At least I would be with my sister now. I’ll see her again.

“Let’s spice this up a bit! Let’s do the last two at once! Kang Minhee! Kim Eden!” He smiled.

By default, you could tell those were female names. Out of the eleven people chosen there were two girls. What luck. They both walked up onto the stage, plain-faced. They said their words and bowed and thanked the crowd for applauding. They continued to stand as the guards stood behind us and shoved us to practically stand up. We all walked over to either side of the two girls and stood tall. Our people put their hands in the air as a way to send us off with a blessing. They hummed a tune made of only melodies and no lyrics. I remember singing that. I remember the feeling of seeing my sister as I did. I glanced to my side to see the boy next to me. Brown curly hair and not necessarily thin or thick. He was shorter than me. He gripped the sides of his shorts and he looked down the entire time. I didn’t catch his name because I zoned out at the time. The person next to him was the tallest out of all the chosen ones. He was smiling proudly and quite cocky for some odd reason.

“Everyone knows what is next! We will send our chosen ones off with a small feast!” Mr. Park announced.

I’ve heard they aren’t as fun as they seem and they definitely aren’t all smiles either.

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