The officer stood at the window, staring morbidly at the wreckage outside. The rubble of the City Hall building still smoldered from the explosion and fire which brought it down. No one, fortunately, got hurt from the fire; all of the workers and officials had ample time to escape. The officer turned now his attention to the young, scrawny man cuffed to the chair in the middle of the room. His face, battered, bruised, covered in cuts and scrapes and filth, smired at the officer. He had stood outside the building as it burned. He had thrown the Molotov cocktails; he had waited outside, attacking with his bare hands the people as they escaped. He had punched, kicked, bit, and scratched at everyone he could, until the took him down, ganging up on him and beating him. He had fought until a good blow finally knocked him out. Now, here he sat, waiting for interrogation, a fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. The officer stared disbelievingly at this scrawny kid, looked down, and shook his head.
"Why?" he asked. "What was the point of this?" The young man barked a hard, exaggerated laugh.
"The point? There was no point"
"There must have been!" The officer yelled, now inches away from the kid. Rather than flinching, as was expected, the kid glared; the fire in his eyes now was more like an inferno, and the officer knew that if the kid weren't cuffed, he'd have leapt at the much larger, much stronger officer.
"Why does everything need a point?" the kid retorted. "There's no point in anything. I've read so much political theory; I've participated in so many protests. I've even finally voted. So have millions of people throughout history; billions, even. We all try to fix things to make them better; nothing ever works. Nothing will ever change"
"Then why," the officer sighed, exasperated already, "Why go through with this? Surely, you were seeking to make some sort of change. You must have been trying to do something! Why else would a clearly bright young man like yourself be willing to cause so much damage and throw away his life, if he didn't expect to gain something from it, to change something by it?" Again, the barking laughter.
"You're not getting it," the kid whispered.
"Getting what?" the officer stood close to the kid, straining to hear.
"Anything!" the kid roared in the officer's ear, laughing at his startlement. "There's no point! In anything! No matter what, nothing will ever change! The only thing we can do is give you Hell until we're killed or arrested!" Before the confused officer could inquire what he meant by "we", an explosion knocked him onto the floor, also knocking over the kid's chair. The brick wall behind them crumbled and burned. Two kids rushed in through the rubble, smoke, and flames; they were no bigger than the kid cuffed to the chair, but they still rushed the officer, who despite his disorientation, quickly knocked out both of the punks. He grabbed the captive kid now, shook him, screamed in his face. The kid winced a little as flecks of spittle flew into his eyes, but otherwise laughed.
"What the fuck is going on?! What have you done?!" the officer shouted.
"Look behind you," the kid chuckled, "and you'll see". The officer let him go and looked through the gaping hole that was once a wall. Buildings burned, cars crashed into things or exploded, and people ran around screaming while another group of people pursued them, throwing rocks and beating the civilians. Still another group followed the attackers; police, wielding batons and mace, clashed with the group of belligerent young men and women. The officer watched in shock as his buddies were beat down and forced to retreat by a bunch of gym flunkies.
"They're all fighting for the same thing: the sake of fighting," the kid explained to the officer. "They know that they can cuss, spit, throw bottles, and break as much glass as they like, but none of it will ever change nothing. Just like me, they just want to fuck shit up. Just like me, they'll get their asses kicked eventually," he grinned, "but they're still gonna fuck shit up."
"The revolution has begun"
The End
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