Crimson

Chapter Two: Mystery

Back to their rooms. More like cells, furnished with only a bed and a table, low to the ground. Of course there was also the Prism, the spy camera of the Rainbow Ruler. Next door, a foot soldier slept. Even the lowest soldiers had Patients to cater to them. Crimson guessed oit was to motivate them to get into the army, and out of rehab.

His Soldier was a mean guy, who lived for other peoples misery. No second was free, and today would be no exception. As soon as he got into the room, the bell rang, the signal that it was time to work.

"Slave, my feet are aching from traning. Massage them."

Though technically the official term was Patient, most on the army used the slang term 'Slave' a term from ancient times, meaning a person who worked with no reward or choice. Crimson thought that it summed them up pretty well.

He crouched down and began to rub the repulsive man's feet. Soon he began to hear the regular echo of his snores, and he crept off to his small cell. Thoughts flooded Crimsons mind. A young man had been chosen that morning, given a new badge and sent of to a training centre elsewhere. Of course, as was cuatom, he had kneeled to the General and given his thanks, which the General had gracefully accepted.

Then the man had been herded into an army Jeep and trundled off for a life serving his superiors. Although, it was much better than a life in a Rehab centre, he had to admit. What was puzzling him was the hints instructors had been dropping about another prospective recruit. But who? Not Thompson, a meek fellow who was always being picked on by Horace, his Soldier. Not Kale, either, who was a rebel before, and was being kept on isolation for two months. It couldn't be Locke, because he, like many of the others, had only been there 2 years.