I spare no efforts running towards the door of the museum. Outside the museum there is a a row of new fence made by woods. The door is closed down. It's strange because at normal time I've heard that the museum is always open and no fence should be there. I jump across the bound, rush to the door and try to open it. Although I successfully seize the handle of the entrance door and pull it, I find the noticeboard hanging on the door: "the museum is being rebuilt, it will open again in January." At this moment I don't think too much and believe it only a normal rebuilt and rush into the dim hall.
In the hall I feel a kind of ominous atmosphere at once. I try to find someone for help and hide in shadow. However, I see there are a few repair experts working in front of many "productions". On their labour suits I astonish to discover the dazzling symbols of ruling party--2 red axes like a cross. Therefore they should be my enemy, I can never rely on them. Instead, I ward off the symbol on my clothes and run pass them.
"Hey, you shouldn't be here now, get out of here!" One of them shouted loudly.
"Yes, I am trying to find the exit door, do you know where is it?" I answer and turn my head back. I am shocked by what the man is trying to settle down, which is a waxwork image. It's the image of Mr. Peterson, who is one of the most important leader of great revolution. Before this there's never a waxwork settled here, and this time it is settled by his enemies! What does it mean?! The museum has already been occupied by our enemies, and all the staffs and exhibits will be changed. I see the expression of the wax image, it is painfully twisted, like being murdered just now. Wait! So the situation should be--Mr. Peterson was captured by the government and was executed, and then those crucial people made him into a wax image and put it here to show off their forces! How incredible it is!
"You can get out from where you get in.Please be quick, we have to go on our work." The man said to me.
Suddenly a bright idea occurs in my mind, "I am sorry, but there's 2 men trying to catch me, and they will be here very soon. They are delegated by my enemy, so if you don't tell them I am here and tell me the exit way, I will give you 40 dollars." It is expensive to give him the money, and I am not really willing to.
" Ok, it's a good trade."He says, and takes money from me unceremoniously. He told me the routine: go straight ahead, turn left, and go until the 3rd door, go though it. and then turn left again, and then always go straight, then I can find the exit gate.
I run like a rabbit immediately, and after a few seconds I hear the heavy footsteps of men in black. I can image how the expert deal with them and fight for me some time to escape. Therefore I keep on running.
On my way getting out, I see many scene which is dreadful to my mind. The hue of this hall is blackish green and dark. The curtain color is blackish green, with the pale yellow light on, serving as a foil to the mail topic. Many original artworks have been extincted by those staffs, and many of them have been substituted by photos of butchering revolutionaries. What's more, some tortured revolutionaries' bodies have been disposal by antiseptics and been exhibited here. Everywhere pervaded the bloody smell. Those experts are completely indifferent about this. They make the hall a scene of massacre of revolution, and anyone who rebel the rule set by dominator will be rigorously punished.
I'd like to escape from the human hell as soon as possible. I hear the sound of the men in black again. I know they have told the expert my status and threat him to tell them my track. However, I have already arrived at the exit door and rush out like a flying train. Still the bullets flying pass me with grating moan.
The only place I can go to is my working place. I feel sorry for my workmates because although they are able to resist these 2 men in black, they have to move again for more danger later. But if I keep on running with no destination, one of their bullet will kill me sooner or later, so I have to run back to where I live.
When I reach the door of my working department, I find the battle has already begun, all the windows have been broken and all residents except our workmates have evacuated from the apartment. I run onto the floor and found a few of the police standing at the door, with guns on hand towards my workmates.
When they find me here they turn their guns to me and shoot me. I scream and fall to the ground, seriously wounded, and painful very much. My blood pull out as stream. Some of my work mates fight back immediately, every one of them has a gun on hand. After the first tragic happened before, at this time Catherin distribute all of our workmates weapons for fighting with killers. When they are confronting each other, I appeared at the back of enemies, and distracted their attentions. So they shoot immediately to enemies, our enemies fall on the ground as me. They run towards us and try to rescue me. I cry and shed bitter tears, can't even say a word. And then Ms. Catherin begins to drop her tears with me. We are surprised about this for our proud queen.
We can no longer stay in this dangerous place, so we run down the stairs as soon as possible. No matter Anderson, or Robert, or Catherin, all of us have been injured. Many of us have got shot by our enemies, hence everyone stagger slowly and moan, but none of us complain others, our lives have already combined together.
When we walked to the gate of our apartment, a new batch of polices are in line. All of them carry guns. We know today is our last day, so we irreversibly take our gun and shoot to those polices. The battle is an intense one, at one hand there is the group of equipped trained police, on another hand is a group of revolutionaries who take death calmly, so we match each other in strength.
It is the battle which don't pay attention to any tactical. Neither police nor us are finding any concealments. Not only because we are painters, even haven't touched guns in our whole lives, so we can't realize the strategies in the gun battle, but for the police despise us, they disdain for any hiding place. The result is, both side shoot face to face, and soldiers fall by a number of grants. Neither side lose one more soldier, nor one less. It is moving and tragic, though being shoot for a number of times, we are still trying to stand, instead of falling to the ground.
Finally, I am too seriously wounded and will die shortly, I know it. Before that I still try to open my eyes and watch the last duel. Every one of us except Anderson has lied on the ground, most of them swallow the last breath. So the same of these police, only one of their captain stand still, and seriously wounded.
The captain fired 2 shots, one has been dodged by Anderson, and another one shoot to the left thorax of Anderson, that's a vicious shot, that Anderson begins to fall. When he is falling to the ground, he exhausts his boy strength to open fire, and also shoot to the thorax of the captain. Then both of them fall to the ground slowly. When Anderson dies, he gets on one knee, and the gun in his right hand is off to the ground, with composure expression. Then I ease myself, feeling my soul is floating slowly into the sky, into the dazzling sunshine......
By the time I wake up is 9 o'clock at night in a cottage. I see the figure of a mouse on the beam, walking around. Then I surprisingly find, Emma, Robert. Anderson, Utan and Lesley have waked up, they are sitting in the petate, and all of them staring at me. I am too exciting anembrace with them one by one, we sit together, crying like children. If there're some people crying together with you, your life is absolutely perfect.
We are rescued by an old female witch, Blinda, one of Catherin's friend, also the member of revolution. At that day she and a few girls carried barrow and rushed to us after hearing the battle. Some polices came later only think of them the staffs of cremation, and released them. They never know about the immortal body. But Blinda knows, so she gathered all of us together, and read her magic book. Unfortunately Ms. Catherin hasn't the immortal body, and in 20 of us only 6 people has got the immortal bodies. So we revive.
We are going to go to the capital city by train. We thank Blinda very much and don't want to implicate her. So we decide to leave, all of us. The revolution will not reach the end, if only we have the immortal bodies, we can always light the fire for revolution. The book has been transfered to Anderson, who is the new leader of us. Last time we haven't won the battle, and we know we can't kill all the police, so this time we have to plan for better strategies. We are no longer painters, we are the real revolutionaries now.
In the running train we all keep silent, memorizing our bizarre experience and what we need to do after starting our new trip.
(The end)
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