The Testing Of The Children

The Tortured

July 30, 2025, There was a early snow storm, it snowed in the McBaggars and the Kingsmen and blocked the roads to the town. The crips were dying, the animals freezing but their dog, Rover, who was seven at the time who was safe in the warm home. One month earlier, "Dad, do you know where the tractors went?" Said Charlie. "What do you mean 'Where the tractors went' they are in the field" John said, clearly this wasn't going to be his day. "They're not in the field dad, did mom put them away or something'?" Charlie was always a bit of a burden but John knew how to handle it. Always. "Where the hell did my tractors go?" John said in a tone of disbelief. "I don't know what the Fu- I mean hell, I mean hell" Charlie said. "You better have meant it son". John has always banned swearing from his home, he believed it was immoral to swear in a good home. No matter the pain, anger or fear in a mans heart, he was to never swear as it was against "God's will, my son". "Them doggone government officials keep taking our things, it just ain't right!" Said John. Ever since the new presidential candidate, Shelly Goodstien, won the election for president of the U.S.A. She tried to take everything away from the farmers to build facilities that would test human limits, especially children. Or as they say "To help humans build a better tomorrow". John hated that line with a burning passion. He hated when parents lost their children to evil politicians. The Kingsmen lost their youngest boy to one of the facilities, they never saw their child ever again. Harold Kingsmen walked up to John. Harold was six foot three and was from African descent. He had brown eyes that matched his skin and always had a semi-bald cut. His hair was black and his voice was deep and soothing. Made even the hateful to his kind enjoy being around him. What Harold told John was for the unfaithful to enjoy what had been said, the most unholy of all. "They took my wife, My wife. Those assholes are going to pay for what they did." John was stunned at what Harold had just told him. Harold never swore, he was happy in the darkest of moments and he read the Bible everyday but, his sorrow was his sin, John thought to himself.