As the convoy arrived at the gates of Harvest Bible Penitentiary, a feeling of dread fell over the inmates. Slowly, each black van made its way through the checkpoint and into the black abyss of the intake tunnel, the children inside never to be seen again by the outside world. Searchlights gazed down upon the prisoners and burned them with their light. One girl had the misfortune of looking up into one of these eyes... she went blind instantly. The procession was overseen by Lord Behnken who stood high above all on the balcony of his ivory tower. He raised his arms to greet the "delinquents" and with a smirk he called out in a booming voice "Hello students".
Hours later the first of the inmates would step out of the convoy and march in silence towards the grand cathedral. After the two mile hike across the jagged tarmac of the holding field they were led single file into the hall of the ancient building. As they took their seats in the cold stone pews, a hooded man stepped onto the stage, the air got colder. The figure lowered his hood to reveal a rough weathered face and a head topped with thin curly hair. The man raised his hand "I am High Councilor Simon" his voice echoed off the walls of the cathedral "Welcome to Harvest Bible Penitentiary, you are all aware of why you are here, and I assure you that your crimes will not be met with any mercy from our staff. Here you will receive discipline for your sins, some of you will be lucky enough to be re-admitted into society the others... I am truly sorry. You will now be dismissed to your holding cells for the night. I suggest you get some sleep the first day is always the hardest. May God be with you."
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Harvest Bible Penitentiary
Short StoryIn the middle of a bleak war-torn landscape stands a cold heartless bastion of the old world. Harvest Bible Penitentiary is a "refuge" for troubled youths but it's true motives are far from correction. A young man named Zion finds himself among the...