[ IP ] Oppressed

“ Martin, let's go! ” Felicia said in a hushed tone. Martin was lagging behind once more, head down and moping. 
 
 “ I can not do this any longer... ” he whispered, his mousy hair drooping over his face, the light rain pushing it down. Three dark spires loomed in the distance, thick fog covering their sheer height. Martin shuffled next to Felicia, the pair slowly making their way to factories along with hundreds of other workers. 
 
 “ Do n't talk like that Martin. You know what happens to those who oppose, ” she warned him. She bowed her head quickly as they passed two guards. 
 
 “ 113 and 308, pick up the pace! ” one of the guards barked, looking in Martin and Felicia's direction. 
 
 Martin clenches his fist. “ Martin, no! ” Felicia hissed. 
 
 “ My name is Martin Gonzalez, and I will not be oppressed any longer! ” he proclaimed. “ For years they have been taking and taking and taking from us without giving anything back! We are many, they are few! We can upraise, and over throw! I know we can! ” 
 
 No one, not even Felicia, stopped walking, everyone making a circle, avoiding him as they walked. 
 
 The guards shook their heads; they knew what was coming next. 
 
 “ Please! ” Martin pleaded. 
 
 “ I commend your effort, Mr Gonzalez, ” a calm voice said from the crowd. “ Unfortunately, ” he continued, stepping out of the flood of people, clean black suit and white umbrella. “ Freedom has a cost, ” he finished, pulling a silver gun out of his jacket pocket, pulling the trigger without hesitation. 
 
 The single shot echoed through the fog ridden sky, Martin's lifeless being soaked in the rain, blood trickling from his head; the people continuing their slow and faithful march.
