[ WP ] It is law to die on a specific date that is dictated by the government . You escape your death date , but the reason why its a law in the first place is revealed to you .

Ever since I can remember the law dictates when you die. Nobody knows exactly why. As far as anyone knows it has always been this way. And everyone accepts it. They walk around knowing full well that they will die by some idiot in the government deciding your fate. They even have the audacity to make you sign the paper stating when you are to die. I must have a screw loose or something because their is no way I am just going to walk to my death. Nick Gautier, just another dead nobody. 
 
 It was a Saturday morning, the day of my death. I sat at the table in my house with my family. My parents chatted about everything they normally did as my sister and brother ate their cereal. What is wrong with them? I'm suppose to die today and they act like they do n't even care! Every second I sit there listening to my mother prattle on about her coworkers affair I want to scream. I'm 17 years old and I am way too young to die. 
 
 In the last 6 months I have planned out my escape and the next 10 years of my life. I'm not going to stay in one place too long. I will have to work on the side because I would never be able to get a job. The government is wormed into every crevice of our society. I figured moving across borders would would keep them off my trail. I looked into it but could find no punishment for escaping your DDay. This can only mean 2 things, either they do n't bother thinking Noone will ever do it, or that it's so heinous to do that if they catch you, they will take care of you themselves. I'm going to er on the side of caution and assume it's the latter. 
 
 As noon approaches, I grab my bags and head to my car. It's a beater but its been reliable for a first car. I fill up the trunk with my bags and put the non perishable goods in my car. I stole a bunch of jewelry and other items of value from my parents to help me for a little while. I think theft is a far lesser crime than from what I am doing anyways. 
 
 I had been driving for a few hours and pulled over to take a break. Middle of nowhere in Tennessee. But this was n't just a break. It was coming on my Death Time. At 3:22 I was suppose to be the gas station in my town where I would be shot in a robbery. I watched as the seconds counted down. The moment 3:22pm hit, so did I. The floor that is. With unimaginable pain in my head. A ringing so loud my head was spinning. 
 
 I wake up to my head smacking into the side of the van I am apparently riding inside. Sitting with me is 3 large men, likely from the government. `` Hello Mr. Gautier, do you know why you are here?'' the tall blonde man with glasses on asked me. I looked up, my head still dizzy, `` Because I decided I was n't going to let someone else decide when I die''. 
 
 The man removed his glasses `` Do n't you know, some stranger with a gun who decides your fate is no different. We just facilitate your death to keep order.'' 
 
 I laugh a little under my breath `` And what order is that?''. 
 
 `` Life and death. It must be carried out the way it was meant to, or fate is thrown off.'' The muscular black man said. 
 
 `` That makes no sense whatsoever'' I retort. 
 
 `` It will in a few minutes Mr. Gautier, you've been out for over 9 hours. That pain in your head is an implant everyone has and also doubles as a tracker. If someone does n't meet their DDay, it goes off and incapacitates them until we arrive.'' The smugness of his words made me want to kick him in the face. 
 
 Just then the van stops and a moment later I am dragged out and into a building. The building is massive, like a giant warehouse surrounded by armed gaurds. You would need a small army to get in. 
 
 I am brought to a giant steel door that looks like it belongs on a bank vault. A few seconds later a very important looking man walked up to us. He looked oddly familiar. 
 
 `` Hello Nick, because of your indiscretion you will now get to know why DDay exists.'' the man says as he slides his card into the reader on the door and enters a keycode. 
 
 The door begins to open slowly. Impressive considering it probably weighs 20 tons. What I saw as we began to walk through the door I could n't explain. It was a giant hole with what appeared to look like some sort of brain inside it. It was at least 40 stories deep, with giant bursts of electricity constantly jumping back and forth. 
 
 The man began speaking `` do you know what this is?''. I just shook my head. He continued `` this is death Nick. This is what controls death on our planet''. I just stood there in shock as the man explained everything to me. 
 
 You see, many hundreds of years ago this thing was discovered. But in trying to understand it, the government managed to completely negate death. For everyone. After much research they found out that everything lives forever. To create life it must be taken. That is why it exists. Evolution created death so that life could continue. To fix this problem they wiped all information pertaining to this epidemic and created the DDay. However they also decided to manipulate it for there own use for a select few. The rich and powerful, hundreds of years old past there predetermined death, who influence society and get to live forever. 
 
 I asked the man `` why bring me here and tell me all this?''. He pats me on the shoulder as we stand at the edge of the hole `` So that you will understand by avoiding your demise you throw off a well constructed balance''. 
 
 I look at the man and say `` you are....no way, I knew I have seen your face before''. 
 
 `` That's right Nick, I'm former president Richard Nixon. And you are here because when someone skips DDay, the only way to fix the imbalance is to send them directly back into Death itself.'' 
 
 All of a sudden I felt a shove.
