Chapter 1: Karma
As Sarah walked through the desolate streets, the now common monotonously fierce repetition of "Remain clear of the barricades" boomed through the megaphones that lined the streets, in the tone of voice that only police seemed to be capable of.
During the past nine days, Sarah's world had become strangely unrecognizable. It was as if she was living through one of the silly television programmes that she often saw her parents watch late at night.
They were good parents.
To distract her from this reality, nowadays when she walked down the city blocks, her mind would wander. She would recall what wonderful celebrations once hung from the washing lines. Vividly red banners and lanterns galore. Now all the red was plastered upon the streets, being slowly removed by cleaners – the only people who now seemed to venture outside apart from her. Sarah's journey was to the courthouse, a strange place to visit most Sundays. However, she was too excited not to visit, for the first tribunal for a fiend—the fiend that had caused Sarah so much strife—was apparently scheduled to commence in ten minutes. That's what the megaphones had been saying, anyway.
Lost in her thoughts, Sarah was rather startled when she heard the 1st of the convoy arrive, as she had not seen such strange vehicles during her lifetime. The 1st were mere motorbikes, but following it were many armoured lorries. She allowed them to pass, knowing that if she were to incur their wrath, at this stage of the government's desperation she would be considered to be dangerous too, and thus squashed by them without so much as a thought. She hoped so.
Two minutes later, Sarah arrived at the outside of the courthouse, for her house was unnervingly close. Glumly staring at the chiselled stone of its outer columns, she recalled how when she was younger, this was a source of much humour for her.
In a more basic time, when she were truly a child in body and soul, a more playful her noticed a man entering up the stairs of the courthouse. This amazed her - her mind had never considered that a person *could* enter. Observing the man more closely, she had realized that he seemed worried. However, he appeared, in his well ironed suit, a respectable gentleman, so she determined then and there that she wouldn't allow him to be imprisoned. How to enforce this newfound authority wasn't immediately apparent, so she ran home immediately, grabbed lunch, and ran back, eating lunch outside the courthouse most of the day, playing with the small pigeons who wouldn't leave her lovingly trimmed sandwiches alone.
Just as she had begun to become bored, the doors swung open, and the man promptly jogged down the stairs, shouting back in glee at a dazzlingly beautiful woman behind him. Following as if in pursuit, the woman grabbed and flung her shoes over her head, narrowly missing the man. This was sacrilegous to the young her - the man had done nothing wrong. However, that moment of anger, she noticed that the woman had started to almost levitate - she didn't understand it back then, but in the woman's haste, she had forgotten that without her heels, the soles of her feet were meant to touch the ground. The significantly less comedic image of the aftermath jolted her out of her daydream.
Although she knew that she was not allowed to enter and that due to the private nature of most other tribunals, she would not be able to hear anything, she nevertheless wanted to be as close as possible to the hideous monstrosity of a human—a demon—as was legally possible.
As the tribunal started to close, she, for the 1st time after years, heard the people of her street cheer. Obviously, Sarah was confident that the fiend would be imprisoned, but the prospect of the continuation of the existence of such fiends was nothing less than terrifying, not least because she wondered how the government had managed to contain something as powerful as it. The cheering gradually became louder, and a surprisingly large crowd gathered outside of the courthouse. The tribunal was almost over now, as she saw from the many people watching it from their smartphones. Sarah, still frightened of what the crowd appeared to think was a human, she believed was a demon.
Although Sarah believed that her fear was irrational, as she climbed the stairs to her apartment, the cheers became indiscernible to screams. She once more believed that her paranoia was unnecessary, but as she opened her window to share the excitement of the crowd, she saw what her nightmares had so many times conjured – the crowd, one at a time, suspended mid-air and subsequently splattered—telekinetically—by what she could only, and had ever only, described as a cowardly demon.
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