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An Unquiet Riot
by The Masked Narrator (no address provided)
***
A man reflects on the first time he met his lady love -
on a day shadowed by the memory of a great tragedy. Set
in the not-too-distant future, with a crude attempt at
satirizing people and events of the present. Safe bet
'open-minded' people will be VERY offended. (MF, sci-fi,
rom)
***
By the time the elevator doors slid aside Jeffery was
already pawing at Felicity's clothes, and vice versa.
The door to their hotel room swung open to grant them
ingress; earlier in the week the clerk checking Jeffery
in had transmitted his likeness to the sensor built in
the door's 'peephole'. The two lovebirds never noticed
it shut behind them; so fixated were they on each other
that when Felicity moved to push Jeffery on the bed he
missed it entirely and hit the floor instead- lucky for
him the shag carpet was fairly thick.
By the time Jeffery had risen to his feet Felicity was
lying on the mattress with her skirt pulled up to her
navel and her legs spread wide in invitation. Her lover
drunk in the site before him until he could hold back no
longer; after yanking down his pants and the boxers
inside them in one quick motion he put his hands on her
hips, stared into her eyes and thrust with all his
strength. Her yells practically made the 'Do Not
Disturb' sign redundant.
Late into the next morning Felicity stirred to see
Jeffery watching her, his arms wrapped around her slim
body. For seconds that seemed to last centuries they
just peered into each other's eyes until Jeffery found
his voice, "See what these business trips away from you
do to me?"
"Good thing I got tired of waiting for you to come
home!" she said back, bringing a laugh out of both of
them. The couple held each other quietly for a moment;
eventually Jeffery reached behind him on the remote on
the nightstand and turned on the morning news.
"-Remind the public that today is the anniversary of the
infamous Jenner Riots," the anchorwoman squawked.
"Already?" Jeffery shrugged, "Damn, the days go fast."
Felicity took the information in, "You know," she spoke,
"When I tell my friends I first met you at the
anniversary of the riots, they tell me how 'freakin'
morbid' it is."
"I lie about I met you," Jeffery quipped, Felicity swat
him jokingly and both laughed again. The finally rose to
get dressed and as Jeffery swung his legs over the side
of the bed he found himself thinking back to that day.
A young, pimple-faced Jeffery took a seat among the many
chairs set up in the school gym for the annual assembly.
Beyond the rows of seats in front of him teachers worked
to set up a holographic projector. Other students moved
about finding seats around their friends.
"Excuse me?" Jeffery turned in the direction of the
voice. Next to him stood a girl around his age, fairly
attractive in spite of a face marred by almost as many
zits as his own, "Sorry, but could you move so I can sit
with my friends? The other seats are taken."
"What- oh. Sure." Jeffery move over to the seat on his
left, the girl who would later introduce herself as
Felicity sat down beside him. She then turned to speak
to him, "Every year they drag us in here for this?"
"I ain't knocking it, means one period I don't have to
disappoint Mr. Huffman by how much I suck at trig." The
teens chuckled, at which point the principal called for
attention before turning on the projector.
Above the projector appeared the image of a dark-
skinned, grey-haired woman who had undergone so many
cosmetic surgeries that her face resembled a shoddily
constructed mannequin. She opened her mouth and a voice
distorted by years of cigarettes and whiskey croaked
from nearby speakers.
"Greetings. My name is Kim Katarina Kardashian. The
following images may be disturbing to some, but it is
important that all of you not look away."
Her image faded to be replaced by two faces; one of a
hideous old man alongside that of an equally grotesque
woman who could have passed for his fraternal twin.
"The first image you see," The speaker's voice sounded,
"Is that of a man named Bruce Jenner. Beside him is the
same person after a now-outlawed surgical procedure who
went by the name of Caitlin.
"Jenner was one of a group of sexual deviants who
referred to themselves as transgenders. Born into a rich
family, he used his familial wealth and connections to
excessively bombard the media with the insistence that
he and his were not deviants but a persecuted minority
that should be embraced and celebrated."
The two faces vanished before a procession of newspapers
and periodicals materialized in their place, all of them
depicting Jenner before and after the transformation.
"What Jenner failed to realize is that this ceaseless
preaching actually stoked the fires of resentment in
many people- resentment toward 'her' and by extension,
toward transgenders in general. Even some of those who
might have been sympathetic to her cause at one point
felt they had the right to choose who to accept or not
accept and saw what Jenner did as a subtle form of
bullying. Of the many celebrities who outwardly claimed
to adore or admire Jenner many would later confess to
lying about how they truly felt, afraid that their
politically-incorrect way of thinking would get them
shunned."
The magazines and newspapers then too faded, in their
place a two-dimensional image of a video about to be
played on something called youtube. Jeffery had seen
this once a year since first grade and he shuddered at
the anticipation of what was about to happen- to his
surprise the girl beside him unconsciously reached over
to grab his hand!
The projector played a scene depicting Jenner making a
speech in an open space, amidst sounds of applause,
until a middle-aged man- seeming to show up from
nowhere- appeared behind Jenner gripping a heavy wrench
with both hands and bashed her skull in repeatedly
before her bodyguards overpowered him. Jeffery raised
his arm in front of his eyes.
"At his trial," the old woman's voice continued, "The
man who assailed Jenner plead guilty yet insisted before
that day he had no bias against most transgenders - but
after hearing about Jenner one too many times caused him
to simply 'snap'. Unfortunately, his alleged breakdown
would light powder kegs across the globe.
"Upon seeing Jenner pulverized on the news or online,
people who for so long had bottled up anger over
Jenner's tirades for forced tolerance shoved down their
throats grew enraged and lashed out brutally at the very
people Jenner had berated for them to accept."
The projector showed images of what she spoke. Mobs
descended on 'celebrity' transgenders - or on drag
queens in city streets, striking them down with crowbars
and tire irons, shooting them from the windows of
speeding by cars. Neighbourhoods engulfed by fire.
"Entire sections of major cities across the globe burned
to ash," the spokeswoman intoned, "Many of the
staggeringly high death count were people who had or
wanted nothing to do with the targets of this rage but
simply had the ill fortune to live two or three doors
down from them. More than two thirds of the perpetrators
of the attacks perished in the rioting themselves- and
still there were more standing than civilian law
personnel could contain without military assistance!
"The fear that such chaos could happen again gripped
people worldwide, to such extremes that when a few came
forward suggesting preventative solutions that a week
before would have been rejected as violations of human
rights their words were not merely welcomed, but seen as
divine guidance.
"From this moment on nobody was to give any of society's
young the notion that wanting to be the opposite gender
was okay or acceptable- and certainly not heroic. No one
of the medical community was to indulge any inquiries of
the so-called 'sex change'- the few surgeons discovered
to be performing such procedures were stripped of their
licences, their names and misdeeds broadcast across the
internet as a warning to others. And to ensure future
generations would understand the necessity of these
measures, people everywhere would be expected to observe
the anniversary of the horrible events now known as the
Jenner Riots."
At this point the old woman's face reappeared above the
projector, "In recent times," Her mouth moved with the
words, "People have criticized these measures, claiming
that they blame the victims. It is understandable to
suspect this, but make no mistake it is not true. These
tragic events were ultimately sparked by degenerates
imposing their decadence on society. Whoever forgets
history is damned to repeat it."
"Jeffery?- Jeffery!" Felicity's adult voice, with the
assistance of her hand shaking his shoulder brought him
back to the present.
"What- sorry there," Jeffery met her gaze and clutched
her hand, "Just a little lost down memory lane for a
spell." Rising to his feet Jeffery looked down as if
ashamed of what he was about to say next, "I'm not
saying I'm glad those things happened, but part of me
worries whether we might have passed each other by if
they didn't."
Felicity absorbed this, not sure how to respond. Finally
she said, "We can't change the past- best we can do is
make sure it stays there. Now come over and give me a
kiss."
END
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