Revolution Tonight!, by Nine Eleven

Revolution Tonight!

from Le Rêve de Cassandre by Nine Eleven

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ONE of the first English settlers' favourite games, played in southern lands,
would have been poisoning their hosts ;
to peel their skin off once they’re dead and use it to handcraft valuables.
I ask then for our own skin. If, at least, it would know the same "happy end".
But Adel, away during the assault, and appearing from nowhere, yells to me:
"We won't give them a chance, brother"
Cannons automatically turn to him.
The smile of the doomed on his lips, he swears to take them with us till hell’s gates.
Hope, as the wind, is blowing on the deck.
It’s caressing our cheeks with its name : RIOT
Adel has set into motion a weapon detonator, in the engine room.
It bears the seal 9/11.

Unable to handle this new deal, the enemy troops' terror can now be seen in their eyes. Because their salvation won't depend on a machine gun, or on an idea of justice which they intend to be the armed wing of ; but rather on their escape from the monster « they » made into their own image.
Deserting the ship as if the devil himself was chasing them away, they leave the passengers of the Tampa in the grip of the destiny they chose for themselves. And of this final act, only a card of tarot, stuck to a plank of the deck, will be the witness.