As the flash went off, the crowd was silent. Everyone stared. The silence speaking volumes. The violent deafening silence, the lack of sound, no vibrations permeated the blank air. Everyone stared on in fear, not realizing what was happening. A voice was clear, cutting through the hazy system of smoke and mirrors.
“FREEDOM”
No one else spoke, the rally completely stopped, politics took a backseat as the violent force of the flash of fire rendered everyone numb, silent, closed off. It was as if time had frozen, one man looked to the sound and cried out.
“WHAT?”
“Freedom” The voice hissed, disembodied. Suddenly, as if on cue, everyone went crazy. The only thing more deafening than silence, more deafening than the lack of sound, was sound itself. The front row picked up rocks and dirt, whatever was near, and threw it at the politicians on stage. The rest of the crowd yell out the motto, the small voice of march, starting softly, almost silently,
“Freedom, Freedom, FREEDOM, FREEDOM”
Freedom, however, was short lived, as the hail of bullets swiftly put a stop to liberation. And the crowd was silent once more, SILENT, not of awe, not of fear, not of reverence or devotion. The silence was sinister, only persisting because anyone that could have broken it was now on the ground, bleeding, as the bullets turned their skin into cheddar cheese. The red cherry jam flowing out of their veins, silent. No vibrations permeated the blank air because any throat that could have permeated it was torn to shreds.
“It happened again, didn’t it”
“What did you expect?”
“The Freedom code is strong, at least now, the field remains silent”
And as the truth remained locked, silence reigned. Of course, silence is there, the lack of speech, absolutely deafening. Yet, this time, no one could dare to break it any longer.