The Fantics
by Nishoni Harvey

After walking back inside the building, he finally found himself alone. Now he could think about what he had to do next. This was no easy thing. Thoughts whirled around inside his mind like a tornado had been let loose in his brain. This assignment would not be as easy as just tracking down any other Fanatic. This would be different, but what else could he do? He had to detach himself from his feelings. Somehow he had to forget the impossible and focus on the job at hand. Yes, he was angry about the occurrence. Very angry, but Jon was… He couldn’t let anyone else know how he felt. He had to hide it… to masquerade… his re-election hinged on him being strong. If he faltered in this, he knew any chance of him being re-elected in two months was out the window. He had to figure this out, to focus.

“Why didn’t you do something?” The voice came from the front row of metal fold-up chairs in the room where the meeting had just taken place. He knew that voice. It was his granddaughter, Kellie.

“What are you talking about, Dear?” He asked.

“You know what I am talking about, Grandpa. Why didn’t you stop them from trying to hurt Jon? You are the Police Chief. You could have stopped them. Instead, you encouraged it. You encouraged a hunting party for tomorrow… for him to be hunted down, like a common… animal.”

“He’s one of them, Kellie. He’s a Fanatic. You know the law. It’s my job to uphold the law.”

“But he’s your grandson!” she yelled in frustration. “He’s my only brother! You could have stopped it!”

Bob tightened his jaw. “He’s no relation of mine. I refuse to be known as the grandfather of a defector. I am American—born and bred. And if you know what’s good for you, you will disown him too. He’s nothing but trouble now that he is one of them.”

Kellie defiantly stood to her full height of five foot 4½ inches. “He is my brother, the only person in my family I have left besides you,” she spat out. “I am not going to give up on him… not this easy.”

“Kellie, after you join them, there is no turning back! It’s a life of exile or imprisonment! You choose to be loyal either to your brother or your country. Jon is a fugitive now. Do what’s right!” Bob was trying to talk some sense into the beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed girl, but he knew that she was going to be stubborn, just like always.

“I am doing what is right,” she said defiantly, “with or without your help,” then she spun on her heel and marched away from her grandfather… probably forever...


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