Fear From Afar *ON HOLD* -Until inspiration comes back, any ideas let me know!-

Chapter two

Chapter two

"Wake up!" my father's loud voice screamed to the area where the recruits were sleeping. It was only four in the morning so the sun had just barely started to come up. As my father began to walk towards the tents I stared at the rising sun. The light pink, yellow, and orange of the bright sun and clouds made waking up this early really worth it. I had gone to bed shortly after making the discovery of the reason my father chose those men to die yesterday. I didn't talk to him about it though. He would never tell me the truth. I didn't get much sleep that night, but I rarely slept anyway.

I looked over at my father as he began to assign different people to do different things. First he chose the five weakest men he had marked that he needed to toughen up to clean up the dead bodies. They were beginning to smell and the big black flies were starting to take interest in them.

I found flies to be a very interesting creature. While most hated them I enjoyed watching them. The freedom and the ability to fly, what a life. I had heard once that their eyes made them see things more than just once. Like they saw the same thing a hundred or so times and they saw it all in a different color scheme. I didn't know much other than that about insects. And since flies were always around dead bodies I grew close to the creature. I found a dead one once, and I could swear that its eyes were as hard as rocks! It amazed me how they were all black except for their eyes.

I didn’t even remember who told me about that. But it was most likely a boy, seeing how girls couldn’t learn and all. My father said that things went back to 'older ways' after World War III. He was only a little boy then, around five or six I believe. He said that life was a great thing back then. Everyone was happy and no one was treated differently. And then after the war ended girls were no longer allowed to learn, and different colored people were not allowed to associate. My real mother told me once that it wasn't always that way, and that everyone could learn to love each other again if we tried. And that's why I worked so hard to get my father to allow people other than whites in. It made my skin crawl when he said things about women and other races being 'not as good' after all I was certain that he was not just American.

Some people whom I had had the chance to talk to said that the world outside of Kingsville Island was changing back to its old ways. I always loved to hear the tales of life outside of Kingsville Island. I wanted out, but I knew I'd be dead before anyone got off this island for good. I wanted to learn, learn how to read and write. Learn how to spell and help people. Maybe even meet someone that I never have to worry about killing some day. Maybe even make a friend for once. Have a girl friend that I can goof off with and talk about something other than death and guns.

"Lune," my father hissed in my ear.

"Yes, father?" I ask in my 'anything you say' voice. Another voice that I was trained to use around him.

"Go teach the recruits how they will be eating for the next few months." Aww, yes. We were told how to eat. Another one of the things that I hate about this darn island.

I walked over to the mess hall and waited for the remaining four hundred ninety-five recruits to come in.

By the time that they all get there I was standing on the counter of the outdated, 70's looking diner mess hall. The paint was pealing and it smelled like rotting pig in there, but we all have to live through it. Or there's always the door that leads to a stab in the heart. Some of my mother's old paintings hung in there, too. She believed that it would 'lighten' the place up. You can never lighten a place like that up. The ceiling tiles were falling out and the light fixtures were either broken and not working or broken and falling down. But it was home here for these recruits. It was meant to toughen them up if they were to live in and be a Trydain.

I stomped my boot twice and just about every recruit looked at me. Only one or two took a second to realize where I was. "Hello, and welcome to Trydain boot camp." I said with a sly smile forming on my lips. I couldn't help it; from the look in their eyes I wouldn't be surprised if some of them wet themselves. "I am Lune. And my father owns each and everyone of you, so you better listen to me." I could almost have heard their hearts skip a beat as I said the word 'own'. I was laughing on the inside. "I am going to teach you how to eat properly here. Any questions?" I asked and before giving anyone a chance to raise their hand I began again. "Good. Now let's get started shall we? You are to eat all that is given to you, even if you don't like it. If you are allergic then it sucks to be you. If you are a vegetarian, you might as well leave right now. We will watch you eat and you better eat everything. If you fail to do so you will be killed, understand?” I said no one moved a muscle. "Good. Now, no throwing food that is a violation of rules. No seconds, no food on plates when the eating time is over. You will have ten minutes for breakfast, fifteen for lunch, and twenty for dinner. Once a week we will have a formal dinner, where you will have thirty minutes to eat and you may have seconds. We do not care if you are ill or hurt. If you miss sign in at breakfast, lunch or dinner you will be killed for incorporation. Understand me?" I smiled and jumped down of the counter with one loud 'thump'. "Good, Have a good day and eat up!" I said as I walked out of the mess hall and stood next to my emotionless father.

"You scared them," he said, but I did not reply. Because I knew he meant that I did well. He just would not say it.