Change the World

A bell sounded as a face flickered onto Elliot’s screen. He was sprawled on his bed, a brand new laptop perched on his pillow.

“Hey everyone!”

The speaker, named Saga Roe, was starting a fire, a revolution. Her aim was simple: kill the rich, reap the rewards.

“Today is the day we’ve all been waiting for!”

Saga paused to soak up the whoops and cries of enthusiasm from the online crowd. Elliot smiled.

“You know what you deserve! And you will get it! We must rise up, we must claim what is rightfully ours. The rich will pay for their greed and ignorance, so that we can all live a life of comfort and change the world. Will you help us?” Yells of agreement shot from Elliot’s laptop’s speakers. He simply smirked. Saga had charisma, that was for sure. That enthusiastic smile and passionate voice was enough to convince anyone to join her side.

But she would fail. No matter how many people sided with her — and how many of them actually showed up when she needed them — she would still fail. She would fail because there was an imposter in every one of her inspirational group calls. Elliot. He was the son of a very rich man, but not a well known one. A few months ago his best friend, James, had heard about the movement, and was worried for Elliot’s safety. It wasn’t the first time a group of people had attempted to get their revenge on those with more money than themselves. It was always the same, a movement to wipe out the rich would start, attempt to — and sometimes succeed in — killing a few of the world’s billionaires, and then get caught and arrested. Over time the people who did this had picked off some of the elite money-makers, but it wasn’t enough, apparently. They were still hungry, but this time it would be different. Elliot had followed the link his friend sent him, leading him to a secret web page about the movement, which included times and codes for their meetings. Elliot had registered under a different name, and never had his camera on in the videos. He was there to listen and to protect his family and friends if they ever became targets. Saga had begun to speak again.

“Tonight we kill our first target — Adrian Fienberg. He is scheduled to be sleeping in his penthouse by 10.30pm, he has an early flight in the morning, on his private jet.” She spat the last word with jealous disgust, and her followers moaned and rolled their eyes accordingly. Adrian was one of Elliot’s father’s closest friends, and had always been something of an uncle to Elliot. Luckily he had already made sure that his father got the message to Adrian to be extra careful that night. His mansion would be heavily guarded, and Adrian and his family would be safely hidden in Elliot’s family’s basement. There would be no killing tonight.

“And now,” Saga announced with gusto, “I’d like to introduce you all to someone. A very clever boy named Elliot Wild has been listening to our meetings recently.” Elliot sucked in a sharp breath, utterly speechless. How had she known?

“Oh Elliot, you thought just keeping your camera off was enough? Do you remember the first time you pressed that link to join our calls?”

Elliot took a deep breath before replying. “Yes, that was months ago,”

“Well, you would never have noticed that virus we installed, that made your laptop transmit its location to us constantly. Would you?”

“Uh, no.” This was humiliating. Elliot couldn’t believe his sudden misfortune. Or that he had been in the dark for so long.

“Well good thing we know exactly where our real target is now. How fast can you run, Elliot?”

“But how did you-”

“Perhaps you should choose your friends more carefully. Anyway, it’s time for us to rise up and take our rightful prize. Soon the world will be at peace, with no rich and no poor. We will meet in the woods near the Wild mansion in one hour. Our new mission? Kill as many rich bastards as we can find.” Saga grinned maliciously as she finished her speech, cutting off the call immediately. Elliot was stunned, but he had to move. What was it she had said about his friends? Why should he choose more carefully? All of his friends were from rich families like his own and should be on their side — except for James. James’ father was a rich businessman, but his mother worked as a cleaner. His parents were never married, and his father would send barely any money to James’ mother to support them. James would spend time with his father on occasion, which is how Elliot had met him, but he lived with his mother most of the time and went to a public school. James was the one that had sent him that link so many months ago. It must have been him — he had betrayed Elliot.

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