The Truth

The room was dark.

It could easily have been called a conference room. It had everything a conference room could have—chairs arranged around the huge center table along with huge flat screen Tvs lining up the wall in front of them.

But there was something omnious, almost evil about it. This wasn't a usual gathering to discuss sales or business plans, this is where the would be fate of the world would be discussed—in less than two minutes.

CEOs of different conglomerates of the world trooped in one by one.

Some very public figures and very wealthy men were also in attendance.

Men and women of different races sat round the table, until finally, only one seat was left.

As soon as he entered, every man and woman stood up and bowed.

They began to hail him. 

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"Come on Honey, it's time to go. We're leaving." Her Dad said as he helped her with her remaining luggage.

"Why do we have to go Dad? I love it here." Her dad gave her a stern look and she folded her arms and walked out the door.

Ella hated that they had to leave, California was her home.

A black Mercedes that had its windows tinted was parked out the state-of the-art-house. 

The house had everything from an home theatre to a gaming room to a car garage that housed tens of cars.

She hated that they were leaving their home, but her Dad had just stepped down from being CEO of a reknown car brand worldwide.

Yeah, she was shocked too and she was his daughter.

His explanation hadn't sounded logical, at all. 

But what could she do.

Ella sighed and got into the car.

About three days later, her father and her arrived at a remote island in a country she couldn't even pronounce it's name. It was very remote and it was very hard to leave.

Other than a few other families, they were alone on the island.

She recognized some of them as wealthy men of the American society, some were even friends with her dad.

She found it weird that a lot of his friends had stepped down too. It just didn't make any sense to her.

The house was big and secured. There were literally dozens of armed security officers on their property alone, not to talk of the rest of the island.

She'd been homeschooled all her life so it hadn't been much of an issue to relocate. Being the only daughter of a wealthy man was tough, she barely had friends and the few she had, had also mysteriously left.

What was it with rich people disappearing these days?

The house would have been very lonely but it was the smartest home she'd ever been in. Everything was automated, from the TV to the lights to the sound system even to the shower and gas. She had direct access to everything in the house. 

It was like a safe house. A very very dope safe house.

What she didn't know was that the world was about to change— it was the end of the world as she knew it.

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"Rock steady, rock strong—the word of God, says in the book that we all belong, in his plan, take a stand come on, rock steady!"

Ella knew she was so going off key but she never said she was a good singer, so meh.

She got out the shower, wore her clothes, then made popcorn.

"Riri, TV." She called out to the AI and the TV immediately came on.

"Thank you." 

"You're welcome Ella." The automated voice spoke.

She looked at the TV.

"Five countries have been hit by the virus in just a month, researchers have never seen anything like it...."

She'd heard of the Corona virus a few weeks back but she hadn't payed any attention to it. It seemed like any other epidemic that would eventually die out, because they always do, but Ella will find out quite late actually that this was not an ordinary disease.

As the disease began spreading from country to country as the weeks passed she began getting anxious as no news of a vaccine surfaced.

"What was going on?"

Days rolled into weeks and weeks into months and the news kept getting worse.

The whole world was on total lockdown. The media reeked of confusion and fear.

The most surprising was the closing down of the Vatican City and Mecca—something that has never happened since the holy grounds have been established.

Soon Ella became scared of the violence that arose with the confusion. Even with the one trillion dollars bill that had been passed—another thing that has never occurred in history, people still complained of shortages and small businesses were soon going out of business.

Economies of countries all over the world was experiencing the highest depression, recession and inflation rate to have ever occurred throughout history.

The world had never received a more deadly blow since world war 2.

The microscopic demon brought Kings, Queens, Presidents and ministers to their knees.

The acknowledged worldwide cause of the virus had been from the ingestation of an uncooked rodent—a bat.

And although, it originated from the Wuhan province of China, the virus had successfully created a domino effect throughout out the world that experts have predicted would take years to recover from.

Ella exhaled, mentally drained already. This was all too much.

She turned on her computer.

So many questions and conspiracy theories arose about the origin of the disease. 

People wanted to give themselves a sort of reprieve from the madness, the question was, 

'Was there any truth to them?'

Ella had started a blog three weeks ago about the actual cause of the virus, it would seem she was starting a conspiracy theory of her own.

Everything seemed so shady and the Corona virus had been so fast paced, as though it had been carefully planned for years until finally it was executed. She wasn't buying the dead bat crap.

She was anonymous on the site she'd created so as not to draw unwanted attention.

She was trying to piece together some of the information she received daily from her sources.

Daily, she would receive a bit of info supporting some of her claims. Others postulated a systematic series of events that had been well planned in secret to bring about the end of the world. 

No matter how crazy it sounds, it did look like the end of the world especially when a meteor the size of New York landed in the Atlantic a few days ago, causing a torrential tsunami so high it covered skyscrapers in some parts of Europe and North America as well. She'd never been more grateful for moving.

Ella's site was a secret one, only slightly visible to the public and only when she wanted it.

It had no traceable link back to her. Suddenly she was grateful for attending Zuckerberg's classes.

One day, she came back from her evening jog accompanied by two of the guards as usual. Rosy always ignored them seeing as how they never listened to anything she says.

She ate dinner with her Dad that night. It wasn't lonely, she was used to it.

Mum hadn't been in the picture for a while now, since her birth really.

But most times despite being on the island, she didn't see him often.

He went away a lot. He'd overhear some of the guards talk about the secret meetings he always had weekly with some of the other rich men on the island. It was suspicious, even for him.

And when he wasn't in his meetings, he'd stay locked up in his office upstairs, most times for hours even sometimes through the night.

Even till then, she'd thought nothing of it until she got an encrypted message from an anonymous source on the site.

'Thank me later'—was all the source had attached to the file. She decoded it and found a video.

She clicked on it.

People were gathered in a room. It was dark, but it was still bright enough to make out faces, huge flat screens we're arranged atop each other. 

The video wasn't that clear because the person recording it was moving around but she could still make out a lot of people.

"Oh my God." She saw renowned men in the public eye discussing the conquering of the world with explicit detailed plans and strategies only in par with those you'd see in a war room.

A peculiar man came into the room and everyone stood. He carried an air of power and awe around him.

He sat down at the head of the table and the only part of him that could be seen were his hands, folded on top each other on the table. 

Everyone sitted were staring at him in wonder, waiting for the next phase of the plan.

Suddenly the flat screens came on. They were a total of seven, hung serially on the wall. They represented the seven continents including Antarctica.

They showed charts and maps. There were places on the map marked red, some places marked yellow and some places black.

Arrows were placed at strategic points showing a progression that would lead to a final outcome.

"We execute the plan today." The man said.

"It will start here." The map was zoomed in and everyone saw a particular country and state.

It switched to surveillance mode and the Tv showed people moving about without a care in the world, going about their day to day activities.

The man at the head of the table smirked though no one could see.

"That is the place." He said.

"We have people there, stationed already to execute the first phase of the plan. Be ready, it won't be long now."

A series of affirmations were heard around the room.

"We own this world. Everyone seems to have forgotten that. This will jug their memory. We hold the power. Prepare the way of the beast!!" Hails and shouts were heard across the room.

The man looked around him, knowing he had the ace to the cards already.

He smirked.

"Checkmate."

She gasped.

Immediately the camera focused on a man, zooming in. He had blond hair with piercing blue eyes.

"Dad?" She would have fainted right there and then if she wasn't a strong person.

They talked about the virus, how it was only the first stage. They wanted a unified world, with one law, one economy, one currency.

They caused it, they made the virus. Everything else was just an elaborate cover up.

"Oh God." She put off the computer, her heart beating way out of proportion.

She didn't know know what to say, she didn't know what to think.

Ella didn't know who'd sent it, all she knew was that her father wasn't the man she thought he was. He was a murderer, along with countless others like himself who thought they owned the world.

She'd seen a dark figure at the head of the table but didn't know who he was for the life of her.

He looked like a silhouette not having any distinct form.

Was he even human? Definitely hadn't seemed like it.

She had a choice. She could either let the whole world know about this or she could destroy the file and protect her Dad, knowing she'd let the end of the world happen when she could have stopped it.

Two days later....

A MEDIA HOUSE IN NEW YORK.

".... Sorry to interrupt you CeCe, but a video just came in. It has half a billion views since yesterday. It is already making headlines across the world. I've never seen anything like it. It's causing a wide range of panic across the globe. If this video is true, the world as we know it will never remain the same and...."

THE END

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