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Austin Aragon - Travesty

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Do you betray your country or your consciousness? Stuck between capital punishment for desertion or condoning killing while possibly going insane from experimental field drugs, Peter Verum, a lifelong pacifist and patriot, must answer this question and end the battle in his mind when he receives draft summons to fight in the Sapian-Herculean war. A prior Junior at college, Peter lives in a society run by a unitary global Party, where all citizens vote by using a phone app and tolerance is enforced to such an extreme that differing opinions can reversely land you in jail. But this is also a society that has been blessed with global peace, Peters generation marking a century free of waruntil alien Herculeans invade a neighboring colonial planet, Nova Terra. Peter is quickly drafted like thousands of others to meet the threat, and now a year later, he has just returned back to Earth from his tour, but not in the usual way: secretly in fear for his life. Peter has survived something he wasnt supposed to while deployed, and the information he has that the Party wants to remain a secret can cost him his life. As the sole survivor that knows the truth behind a botched government cover up on Nova Terra, Peter wonders if anyone will ever believe him. The reason, he has skeletons in his own closet from deployment. But even more damning is his younger self following him around telling him to go back and fight till he dies, or that his only friend is a jealous cloud that encourages him to succumb back to a drug addiction that makes him homicidal. The Party doesnt need much to prove Peter is clinically insane, but that crucial determination lies on one thing. How did Peter survive when everyone thought he was dead? And what really did happen on Nova Terra? Now as the only witness left Peter retells his story, where maybe along the way he will also figure out what patriotism really is, and what it truly means to be a citizen. Rejected by agents and publishers alike for being too controversial, Travesty is brought to you by the author himself via Kindle.

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Austin Aragon

TRAVESTY

Authors Note

Writing is fun, getting paid for it is not. Or better said, its not easy whatsoever to make money off it, and more so its not really fun to turn a passion into a job. This book was rejected by numerous agents for being too controversial in todays subjective market. Well I suspect the other side of that coin is that I am also a new author, but I do like to think that they only mean this current novel is too radical or touchynot my writing! So with a dead end reached in traditional publishing, but a desire to show you, my dear reader, what I have been working on, I went to self-publishing. Will this book reach the audience I would have through traditional publishing? I dont know. But if you want to make an aspiring authors day, one free way you can help me reach my other potential readers is through word of mouth, and leaving a review when finished.

My final warning though, reader, is that this novel is controversial, and may very well rub you the wrong way. But would you rather read fluff, boring and unthoughtful tropes of genres youve read countless times before, or something that makes you think, heck, maybe even angryI know I would. I have a philosophy: everything we do should be educational. What you read should leave you with something new to ponder, to research, to talk, and to hopefully even write about. Only this way is the cycle of literature truly completed, its future safeguarded.

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Is he there? says Creon.

Yes, I say, peering out from behind the lawn chair at the fence line.

I dont see him.

Because youre five.

So, you wanted to play!

I raise my finger to my lips. Theyll hear us, theyve already started climbing over. I turn to my side and grab the pistol. Take this and get to the snipers nest.

Roger, says Creon.

Its yes, sir. Did you even watch the movie?

Yes, sir, says Creon, his face glowing red. He runs to the swing set and climbs up the metal pole with the plastic pistol in his mouth.

Tengo! Ten oclock!

Creon makes gun noises while climbing.

You cant shoot them with the gun in your mouth! Youll just kill yourself!

Creon glances back at me. He tries to grab the pistol while holding the pole tightly with his thighs, but falls. I try to rush over to him before he cries.

Whats going on! says Dad, poking his head out from the kitchen window.

Too late. Creons nose is bloody and he coughs up spit. The plastic pistol broken underneath his leg.

Nothing! I say. Hes fine! Snap barks and runs over, his hair hackling. I grab and stroke his fur to try and make him quiet while I whisper at Creon to shut up.

Dad rushes over to Creon, picking him up and cradling him in his arms. Youre almost twelve, Peter. You need to behave like an older brother and act responsible when I say watch him.

We were just shooting the spies crawling over the fence again, I say.

Creon buries his face inside Dads shirt as he walks back to the house. Dad hands him off to Mom and turns around. Come here. I walk over slowly to the porch. Dad drags the lawn chair back onto the porch and sits down. Why do you guys play violently?

I dont ever hurt him.

You may not directly, but this type of playing is centered on killing, why?

I sit on the edge of the porch. What does he mean? Its fake.

Peter, it is already dangerous enough and out there

Were just playing.

And its because of that new war movie, right?

I look down at my dirt caked shoes.

Right?

Yes.

Dad sits up. Hold on a sec. He comes back with a book. Ever heard of an obituary?

No.

Its what people write about someone when they die. He sits down on the edge next to me and places the book onto my lap. These are obituaries about soldiers who died in the last war, almost a hundred years ago. Read them and tell me if war seems fun after it.

I hear the small birds chirpingmorning. Can I say they waked me when I dont remember falling asleep: kept up all night from bad thoughts, or did I fall asleep very quickly and had bad dreams till I woke? I exhale, white mist rises into a huge puff above my face. Muscles rigid from the cold, I remain lying on the hard bench beneath my back. I always hated that the birds began singing before the sun really rose. Its like a tease, talking about something that hasnt happened yet, spoiling it for everyone else.

Chirp!get the fuck up humans!

Why?

Because the sun is coming.

But its still dark out, lend me so more sleep, please.

Then youll miss it.

Some things are better that way.

I rise, aching into a sitting position. I try rubbing my numb hands together but the friction hurts them more. I grab my lighter with its ancient American flag painting on the side, flick the cap, and rotate the switch down with my thumb. Nothing happensright, its broken. My ass hugs the frozen wooden beams of the bench as I look around. Eventually I find the pistol that has sunk into the dew glazed dirt by my feet. I grab it and place it inside my sweater.

The bench I am on rests atop a small hill, but high enough to see the roof tops of my old university about hundred meters away. All around the bench is beer cans, trash, and other items from parties and one night stands that have happened here since time immemorial, all covered in the morning frost and slipping away into the earth. Meters out each way are the endless green and brown and yellow vines of my hometown I never cared to learn the names of, but for some strange reason now, really wish I had. They form a natural fence around the top of the hill, which if not for a hiking path cutting in behind the bench, would create a circle. Mixed with the vine bushes are a higher wall of Fir and Maple that give a sanctuary feel to this clearing covered in trash.

I used to come here to think. The place perfect for the shade it gave during the heat. I look out at the brown shingled roofs of the college through a gap in the larger wall of treeswhether they had been cut down for this view or simply did not grow there, who knows. Sticking higher into the sky than the rest of the campus buildings and treetops is a white plastered bell tower, which always seemed out of place compared to the red brick everything on the East is built with.

I remember how if I really focused, I could make out the hands and guess the time from here. I lean forward and cup my palm around my eye, squinting to try and see the black hands on the clock.

Yeah right, that was my kill!

My eye is looking through a scope now. Theres a Herculean lying in the dirt. Red tracer rounds skip about it.

Isaac!

I drop my hand and fall back to the bench. I slap my face a few times and pull at my hair. A small brown bird lands on the ground before me. I pull out my pistol and aim. It pecks hellishly at the dirt for something.

Bang.

I follow the hiking path back to an avenue that connects the college to the nearby town Raleigh, and wait to flag a ride.

Where to? says the cabbie as I get in the back seat.

In town, I need to go to the Law office of Mr. Reeves.

The cabbie gives me a queer look as he drivesI keep forgetting I am hideous now. The side mirror confirms this: scars run along my fucked up face from that horrible burn. Now, why did they out of all places, leave my birthmark alone? There it is, surrounded by fresh pink skin on my chin, the birthmark that looks like a raindrop.

Next to the entrance sign that says welcome to Raleigh, is a new and bigger electric billboard that wasnt here since my deployment. The board is trimmed with shimmering red, white, and blue stars. In the center of it is a crudely drawn portrayal of a Herculean beaten and bruised, lying on the ground with its pronged hands moving up and down over its frowning face. Its three tails usually connected to the rear of their heads severed off and limp before his knees. To the left of the Herculean are three humans: a young schoolboy, a woman in a dress suit, and a man with an engineers apron on, all holding flagstaffs with fluttering banners and speared on the bottom, poised in a motion of stabbing the Herculean. The flags carried by the staffs are one of the US, North Carolina, and the Party. Above the defeated Herculean it says:

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