I Carved You

Chapter one: Chicken Soup

      We all slept in different rooms. I used to hear the other children through the vents but we never saw each other face to face. The man who took us forced us to be good and call him our father. When we misbehaved or he was mad he would brand us with the iron. The design on the iron was something that looked like a sideways seven and two lines. He called it the mark of Cain.
      Cain was the boy in the Bible that had killed his brother, Abel, Cain committed the first murder and Abel was the first one to die.
      "Daddy?" I heard another younger girl call from the vent to my right. Followed by the distant footsteps of our father.
      "Yes, darling?" The s dragging out a slight bit longer like a snake.
      "When will you let us go home?"
      "You are home."
      "What about my mommy, she misses me."
      "What about me? I'm gonna miss ya." I could hear the smile in his voice.
      "I'm sorry daddy."
      "You guys can go home when you learn the way to live. You need to live like Cain." Tired of listening to this sickening conversation, I started studying. I don't really need to study, thanks to my photographic memory, but studying helps distract me. I open my textbook and read the entire chapter and answer a couple questions.
      "Hey!" I hear a boy whisper in my left vent, I've never heard this boys voice before, he must be new.
      "Hey?" I walk over and talk in the vent. "Are you new?"
      "What is this place?"
      "Your room. My name is Dean. How old are you?"
      "I'm 14. How old are you? H-how long have you been here?" He was very eager to ask questions, guessing it's cause he's new.
      "I'm 16 and I've been here for 16 years. What's your name?"
      "Samuel."
      "Listen here Sammy, that man, call him father, He's your father now.  I'm your brother, and every other kid here is your sibling."
      "Why is he doing this."
      "To teach us the way of Cain... your new so your probably going to get branded tomor-"
      "Branded? What do you mean branded?"
      "Like a hot branding iron to your skin, it's hurts like hell but no matter what," I paused, remembering the pain, "don't yell or scream. When you do he presses it harder into your skin." He didn't say anything.
      "I'll... t-try not to..." his voice trailed off. "Has anyone ever escaped?" I heard his breath, it was heavy and he tried to choke down a sob.
      "No. I've been the closest to it... but he got me. I wouldn't try it if I were you."
      "Why n-"
      "Just don't."
      "Ok." He fell silent.
      "Go to sleep, try to relax and remember to never piss him off." I smiled as if he could see me. "Goodnight Sammy." I say, hoping it would comfort him.
      "G-goodnight." I heard him shuffle and his mattress creak as he laid or sat down. I quickly walked over to my work. I picked up my blue pen and wrote down as neat as i could, -Dean Winchester- in the top right corner. I made my way to the mattress in the corner of the boxed off room.
      "Dad!" I called.
      "Yes, Dean?" He stood by my door that he had just opened.
      "I'm hungry." He sighed and left, making sure to close the door behind him. He came back minutes later with a bowl of soup and a plastic spoon.
      "Eat quickly, then sleep we are going out tomorrow... I wanna teach you something." I nod and slurp up my chicken soup, not caring about how burnt my tongue felt.
      "Goodnight father!" I called after him.
      "Goodnight son!" He hollered back.

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      "Dean!" I faintly heard father call my name. He opened the door and I forced myself to wake up.
      "Yes father?" I sat up and smiled.
      "Come change we are going out." He lets me through the door and I go to the dressing room that he has set up. I put on a white shirt with a flannel and a faded and worn out brown leather jacket.
      "I'm done." He let me out and grabbed my hand, although I knew not to run in public or else he wouldn't brand me. He would catch me and kill me.
      He took me to a park and I played with the little kids while he sat on a bench. About 12 minutes later he came over to me, yanked me by my wrist and we walked behind a guy who had just left. We turn a corner, still behind the man, onto an empty street.
      "Watch." He pulled a needle out of his pocket and plunged it into the guys neck, injecting him with the clear substance. He dragged his limp body into a nearby alley and hid him behind trash bags. "Watch him dean." He walked out of the alleyway and seconds later his car rolled around the corner.
      We loaded the man into the silver car and made it look like he was sleeping in the passengers side. I got in the back and he drove to the building that held our rooms. I thought we were going to stop there but we drove past the building to a small shed looking place. 
      The shed had a table, a fridge, a couple counters, and a stove. I watched father as if everything was in a giant time lapse. I watched as he put the man on the table and underdressed him and held him down with rope. The man woke and father talked to him about killing and why this all was happening to him.
      "Please... let me go..." the man choked as the rope around his neck squeezed his Adam's apple. "P-please..." father raised the hand that held a knife and plunged into the mans chest. He cut him into tiny pieces, leaving out the bones.  We grabbed a handful of chunks of meat and put them into a nearby pot of chicken soup.