The Boy From The South.

Purple (pilot)

As the sky beginning to darken I put my journal away and empty the bucket of dirty water that leaks from the cracks in my roof. "Goodnight"
I whisper to myself in a low darken tone so no one can hear me. Not that anyone listens. I'm a 16 year old boy, drafted for a war I don't wish to fight in.
I lay my head down on my pillow looking out the window to the sideways world I call home. Discussed me. Ever so tonight is tonight and tomorrow is tomorrow. A world that will soon burn to ash, or what's left of it. I turn my head away form the window and to my door held together by tap and a broken lock that can easily be broken down if you push it hard enough. Not that you'll need to, the wall is so thin you could break it just as easy as the door if not easier. My eyes drift over to my desk with piles of paperwork and a safe. The safe containing a gun and a few bullets loaded inside. Just incase someone decides to take advantage of the thin walls or the broken door.
A little above the desk is a picture of me before I came here with long brown hair that went down to my neck, hazel eyes and soft skin I would imagine considering the drawing looked like a 4 year old drew it, maybe because a 4 year old did draw it.
But now, I have short dark greasy hair, dirty skin and cuts all over my arms and legs. Sometimes I don't look like myself. Maybe because I'm not the same. I'm older, stronger, and I'm not a cry baby anymore. I won't cry like I did before this happened. Before the war, before he left. Before I was drafted. before I....I just wanna go home.
Soon I feel myself drifting off. Deep thoughts make me tired I guess.
I fall asleep as fast as I wake up. With a snap of a finger. Or a ring of a bell in my case. A bell more like a siren going off waking me and probably the whole dorm up. like normal. Its the morning bell, more well know as the hell bell, telling everyone to get up or suffer the consequences. I slowly sit up and look outside to the sky, still dark and foggy. I get dressed and fix my greasy hair to the best of my ability which isn't much but still a little is more then none. And quickly leave my room and head down the hallway to the dinning hall for breakfast, everyone sits in the silence afraid they would say the wrong thing.
The law owns us. Say one wrong thing and they can charge us for treason or fraud.
I sit down and start to eat then, not even five minutes go by as I hear "Purple! Your needed in the commander Honeys office!" I stand up in a in a quick motion with my head up high and my arms behind my back and nod my head followed by a "yes sir." As I walk through the entrance, making it the exit. And down the hallway I just came from and take a left to the girls dormitory.
Once I arrive I knock on the door and I greeted by commander Honey.
She's young, 25 or so, blond hair down to you shoulders and brown eyes. But her looks are deceiving. She's attractive but she's pushy and a pervert. You learn that quickly here. "Welcome in! Take a seat and make yourself comfy!" Her room a nicer then the dorms, but still not good. She has a bathroom built into her room, unlike everyone else's room. She also has another room where she sleeps, the 'living room' area is her office and she 'encourages' us to call it that. She has a velvet couch inside her office and a desk. She also has some art work that she collects.
I slowly walk in and sit down on the couch facing her desk as she closes the door. As she walks into her office she brushes my shoulder that sends a cold shiver down my spine. She slowly makes it to her desk and sits down. She pulls out a folder, it's small and yellow, she pears threw it and I didn't notice it before but it has my name on it. Purple kingson "So, purple. What a unique name." She looks up from the folder and flashes me a creepy smile. "You've been here for 3 years and you're only 16?"
"Yes" I reply.
"Your one of are youngest members and one of the best, how do you do it."
"What do you need from me ma'am."
She glances back down at the paper, then stands up and sits down on the couch next to me. "I want to know how you do it." She gently rubs my leg and I brush her hand away. "I work hard." She giggles as I start to get up but she pulls me back down and twist her body on top of mine landing her on my lap. "Don't be a downer Purple" she looks at me up and down and I look away from her. She grabs my chin and makes me look at her. "Come one don't you enjoy this at all? You have a beautiful girl willing to make your day.." her face gets closer to mine. "Your teenage hormones must be going wild right now." She smiles as she leans into kiss me but I lean back and gently push her. "I'm not interested, If you have no information to give me I would like to get back to work." I say to her and she gently laughs.
"I do have some news to give you." She gets off my lap and sits on the edge of her desk. "Your being moved to the front lines kid." My eyes shoot open as she lights the cigarette. "You can't be serious" I feel my legs shake and my heart start to beat hard and fast.
"Sorry purple."
"That's a death trap! You might as well kill me off now!"
I yell as I shoot up and she takes a step closer to me, cigarette in one hand and nothing in the other. "Don't raise your voice to me"
"You can't do this-"
"Purple stop-"
"You have to change your mind"
In a blink of and eye she slaps me, hard.
"I don't have to do anything. I have made my decision, I have moved the best of the best to the front and I don't make an exception for kids. Because hear you are an adult like the rest of us."
I start to get light headed I feel heavy. My face hurts a lot. "Yes ma'am" I choke out. She gently pats my head. "Good, now go talk to Marco he will get you settled in your new devotion." I nod and leave out the door. She had locked it before. She had planned to seduce me, to soften the pain in a way. To bad it would have never worked on me.
I walk back but breakfast was done awhile ago so I walk to the training rooms and the arena. There not much buts its better then nothing. I find Marco, a scout caption, but he's a special case. He's in his 30's he's not a big guy but he's smart and wise. He's also blind, as blind as...a blind person. He can't see a thing but he knows when we mess up, he knows when were slacking off. No one knows how he does it but he's good at it.
"Purple! Nice to hear you still alive."
"Yes sir."
"I hope you are aware of your transfer to the front."
"Yes sir.."
"Don't be to sad about it, I know you will do great, let me take you to devotion one line ups." He grabs his cane and begins to walk me to another side of the arena. He doesn't really need a cane. He 'sees' everything just fine. I think he uses it for style in a way.
We arrive and I'm placed into a line of people with mostly tall and strong looking people, mostly men but there are a few girls there. One of them is crying. You can't blame her though, you don't ever return from the front lines. Atleast not alive.
I thought I would be the youngest there but I wasn't. A girl with short brown hair, down to her mouth. She had a scare on her lip and she was really short. I take my place in line right next to the girl, she is no older then 14. "Hello everyone! I'm Scout caption Zane! And welcome to the front lines!"

END OF PART ONE: Purple (pilot)

Note from the writer:
hello! I'm not gonna make this long I Just wanna stay hello and welcome to the StoryMarket! In the next part there will be more romance and violence if that's what your into! I will get the next part out as soon a possible. Bye for now!