The Elevators

Chapter 3

17:35

"Thanks Caleb."

"Anytime. Miss." We laughed our asses off.

Caleb is a friend of mine since kindergarten. Since his father is military he was forced to go to military school when he was 12 but that didn't stop us from seeing each other. At 16, he got chosen to go through the 28th Elevator programme and he became a champion. An elite soldier.

We always meet after school finishes (Civie school that is) and pick up the twins.

"Bastards." He ran his hand through his jet-black, spiky hair.

"Tomorrow's the day," I said and he was silent.

"What?" I asked.

He took a deep breath and stopped walking. "I'm worried." he finally said.

"Just hope I don't get picked." I never asked him what it was like in the Programmed building. I don't like bringing up the subject.

We continued to walk quietly. I steal a glance at him. He's gotten tanner and gained more muscles due to the Champion ops training I presume. Just the thought of it makes my heart races and my cheeks flush.

Soon we picked up the twins. How happy they looked when they saw Caleb. If I go, I know Caleb would take good care of them. Later, we arrived at our house and I sent the twins away first.

"Caleb-" I started but he stopped me.

"I know this scene too well. If you go, and you couldn't make it, I'll take good care of em'."

I couldn't look at his face. "Yeah." He pulled me in close and a tear slipped through my eyes.

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17:50

Hunting is the one of the good things that clears my mind. I always take my dad's hunting jacket, rifle and his bowie knife. I go deep into the woods to hunt. A civie  carrying around a rifle or any arms is illegal.

I shot a rabbit. 'Right in the eye' as my dad always said. It's been 5 years since I received the telegraph.

M.I.A

He didn't come home. He could never come home.