In the year 3023, an 11-year old bullied boy suffered from a great deal of depression when his Grandparents were unfairly executed. Living on the streets with no hope or joy, he meets and befriends an abused and sweet young wolf who escapes from the...
Ricky and Aris walked into the kitchen. The kitchen has dirty walls, stained floor, a brown counter under a cabinet against the left wall, and a refrigerator next to the sink against the right. The refrigerator is rusted and the sink is stained. "What.....are we doing in the kitchen?" Ricky asked. "There's another entrance to the bunker in here." Aris said. "We're going to room #3." "That's......cool." Ricky sighed. "I can't wait to see the chapel..." He is more sad than ever. Aris patted his shoulder and walked towards a steel door towards the end of the kitchen, opened it, and walked inside, followed by Ricky. They walked down another set of stairs. "You'll have a wonderful time in room #3." Aris said happily. "Worshiping God has been the best thing that has ever happened during the U.M.F.U.'s power over the countries they've controlled since worship has been banned because of the U.M.F.U.'s grudge against hope and faith." "You really wanna bring hope to the world, huh?" Ricky asked unselfishly. "Yes." Aris said, smiling. "Spreading the word of God runs in the family. We love God. But, only I am left." "Wow!" Ricky exclaimed in shock. "It.....It's amazing that wolves have religious beliefs!" "You didn't know that wolves have religious beliefs?" Aris said, stopping in her tracks and facing Ricky. "Uhhhhhh....no." Ricky said. "I've always thought that humans were the only ones with beliefs like Christianity." "Well, you can surely learn a lot from me." Aris said, smiling heartedly. "Let's move on, shall we?" "Sure, sure." Ricky sighed, as he followed Aris walking down the stairs. They both arrived at the bottom of the stairs and found themselves in a chapel. On the left and right sides of the chapel are wide, tan-colored benches and in the front of the room is a large cross over a stage with a set of stairs. There are pillars on the left and right sides of the chapel and the walls are light brown. "This place is.....beautiful." Ricky admitted. "It's really.....cool. This is YOUR chapel??" "Of course!" Aris said, smiling. "And, thanks for the sweet compliments." "You're welcome......" Ricky sighed. "Can I lay down? It's past midnight and even I need my beauty sleep." Aris giggled at Ricky. "Of course! You do need to look beautiful in the morning." Aris said jokingly. "Very funny, lady." Ricky said, unselfishly sarcastic. "Now, may we all sleep now?" Aris smiled and then nodded.
1 hour later...
Ricky laid inside a sleeping bag across from Aris' behind the lines of wide benches. "Zzzzzzz..." He snored. Then, he slowly sat up tiredly. "Is it sunrise yet...?" He whispered to himself. "I'm gonna go check..." He got up and walked towards the stairs, up the stairs, and into the kitchen. He looked through the window and saw only darkness. And, several shadowy figures murmuring sternly. Who's there? Ricky thought, as he slowly walked a bit closer to the window. The figures are holding rifles. No...! No! NO! Ricky thought, his "fear-o-meter" breaking. They've found us!! CRASH!! Two soldiers broke through the front door and pointed their bayonets at Ricky. "FREEZE!!" One of them ordered. "On the ground, kid!" Filled with severe anxiety, Ricky dropped to his knees. "Hands behind your head!" The other soldier ordered. Ricky put his hands behind his head.
Outside...
Colonel Martinson paced back and forth in the front yard, waiting for the soldiers to come out of the old ranch house. "Colonel, sir." A soldier said, getting Colonel Martinson's attention. "We found a kid in the kitchen, sir." Ricky in between two soldiers walked out of the house. Colonel Martinson recognized him. "Ricky...?!" He cried out in shock and confusion. "I..... What are you doing here, son?!?" "I...I....I..I....I..." Ricky stammered, losing his mind. "I'm homeless, Colonel! So, I decided to make this my temporary home!" Colonel Martinson stared at Ricky intensely. "Search the entire house!" Colonel Martinson ordered his soldiers. "Sir!" All the soldiers said, as they ran into the house. "No!" Ricky blurted out fearfully. But, the soldiers already entered the house. "Why not?" Colonel Martinson asked suspiciously. "Is someone else in there?" "No, there isn't!" Ricky cried. "Then, why are you so stressed out?" Colonel Martinson asked, still suspicious. "I just feel anxious when I'm talking to Military officials!" Ricky lied, coming up with the worst, but hopefully usefully lie he could think of. Colonel Martinson stared at him intensely. "Well, okay." He said calmly. Ricky calmed down. "Stay out here until we've searched the whole ranch house, okay?" "Okay, Colonel." Ricky sighed. "I'll let you search your ranch house." Colonel Martinson's calm expression turned into a shocked expression. "How do you know this was MY ranch house?!" He asked, his suspicion becoming anger. ".....Have you been talking to Aris?!" "WHAT?! NO!!" Ricky shouted fearfully. "I haven't SEEN her anywhere!!" "Lying to a Military officer is against the law!" Colonel Martinson said. "Have you been talking to Aris?!" "......Yes! I have!" Ricky confessed reluctantly. "I have been talking to her! But, I don't know where she is!" Still calm, Colonel Martinson pulled out a notepad and pen from his pocket. "Where did you last see her?" He asked. Ricky needed to think of a lie. "The last time I saw her, she was in the playground I sat in front of." Ricky said. "Do you remember that place? We talked there." Colonel Martinson wrote down the information on his notepad. "Okay.... I have gotten everything written do...." He suddenly looked up, wide-eyed. "You......You are still lying!" He snapped, horrifying Ricky. "We found trails of white fur all the way to this very SPOT! Aris is somewhere in the ranch house, isn't she?!" Ricky stared at him intensely. Then, he frantically ran off. "HEY!!" Colonel Martinson shouted, as he unhooked his walkie-talkie from his belt. He spoke into it, "Everyone outside immediately! We've got a runner!" Ricky began scampering, trying to get as far as he could. He ran and ran until he was out of Colonel Martinson's sight. He stood against a barbed fence, trying to catch his breath. He is also surrounded by mountains. "Oh...Oh, thank goodness I made it with my heart remaining inside my rib cage." He gasped. Then, he suddenly realized he made a big mistake. "ARIS!!" He shouted to himself, as he collapsed to his knees. "What have I done?!" He began crying, his head down. "I should've warned Aris when I had the chance!" He cried. "And now, because of me, she's dead!" He slowly, but tearfully looked behind him and saw a sign on the fence. He couldn't see it because it's too dark for him to read it. "I can't see anything!" He cried. "What does it say?!" Suddenly, a flash of light brightened the sign. Ricky is able to read what the sign says:
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Ricky stared wide-eyed at the sign. "No.....way." He whispered in shock. He turned around and said, "Thanks for helping me read the si......... Who's there?" The figure flashed the light on herself. "A-ARIS?!!?" Ricky cried tearfully. "YOU'RE ALIVE!!!" He ran right up to Aris and hugged her tightly, his head against her chest. She hugged him back. "I thought the Army caught you!" Ricky cried. "But.....How are you alive?!" "Remember, Ricky. We were in a bunker." Aris said softly. "I locked the upstairs door with twenty-five master locks and then I escaped through another cellar." Ricky's expression became more tearful. "Don't cry." Aris said softly, wiping a tear off Ricky's eye. "It's okay. I'm here." Aris let go of Ricky and they both stared at the U.M.F.U. sign. "Is this....the headquarters of the United Mothers and Fathers of Unionism?!" Ricky asked in shock. "One of them." Aris said, much to Ricky's confusion. "This is the U.M.F.U.'s headquarters in the United States. They have different offices in every country they've ever controlled." Ricky's confusion turned into shock. "Wh-Where's their main headquarters?" He asked. "Do they even HAVE a main headquarters?" "Yes. I don't know the exact location however." Aris said. "But, I do know they have different faculties everywhere. They make all the rules for the countries the U.M.F.U. has taken over. Even creating new anthem or using patriotic songs as their anthems." "Interesting..." Ricky sighed. Then, he changed the subject and asked, "Is it safe to go back to the chapel?" "Yes, it's safe." Aris said softly. "If you feel any comfortable, we can go back." Ricky nodded his head and followed Aris to an already open cellar door a few inches in front of the fence. Aris and Ricky walked down the stairs and Ricky closed the door.
A few minutes later...
Aris and Ricky climbed out of the Cellar on the chapel stage. They've returned to the chapel. Ricky immediately sat on its stair steps. Aris sat next to him. "I'm glad and relieved that you're alive..." He whispered tearfully. "I don't know why, but.....I almost lost it when I thought you were dead." "It's because you care about me." Aris replied kindly. "You felt concerned for me." "But, we just met! And, you're, by the U.M.F.U.'s standards, a criminal...!" Ricky cried in confusion. "I don't get it. Is it because you're sweet and kindhearted?" "Maybe..." Aris said, smiling. "Or maybe not?" She started giggling a little. Ricky rolled his eyes. "Hey, Ricky." Aris said. "I....I suppose I haven't been entirely honest with you." You think? Ricky thought, not trying to be negative. Wait a minute... "There's something I must show you." Aris said, as she walked up to one of the benches at the front of the chapel, knelt down, and pulled an old, old book from under it. She walked up to Ricky, holding the book with two paws, and handed it to him. He stared at the book. "This........looks..familiar." He said, puzzled. Then, suddenly, his eyes widened as he read the words on the book:
