The Children

Chapter 1

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I wake up and I know it has happened again. The dreams where I go back to my mother’s Murder. I lay in bed for a while, i’m surprised at the time that has passed since I figured out I was a Puppeteer. I can believe I have been here 11 years. And willingly. I contemplate my misfortunes, Lily comes into my cell and tells me to get up for breakfast. I oblige, Begrudgingly, but I know I need nourishment.

Being here takes out the best parts of life I wear a black sports bra and and my jumpsuit is only worn to my pants the rest tied around my waist. My dark brown hair is out, curly, and the cleanest it can be with no good shampoo or a straightener. My green eyes are dull and sunken, my dark pink lips usually turned to a scowl when not with my ‘friends’. But who are we kidding we'd turn on eachother and rip out one another throats if we could get out, but for now Lily is fine she's 17 as of last week. My birthday isn't for another 6 months. Then I'm one year closer to death. That's a good thing I guess, less dangerous people like me and I get put out of my misery.

Walking to the cafeteria, I see a guard on his ear is an all white earpiece that blocks out our persuasive voices. They occasionally break up a fight or something but I know they bet on us sometimes. It's good they're lie that though we actually get to interact.

As we pass the bland white walls we dodge and greet other inmates some just waking up others up and ready we are all under 20, most under 12, for we usually don't take long to be found. In the prison there are about 2,000 kids, 50 to 75 being Puppeteers. We are a very special breed of beast.

We turn to the cafeteria doors and go inside. I get a few glares thrown at me on account of my mom doing experiments on them and imprisoning them. Though don't disagree with my mother's view I see where they come from. I get in line for food grabbing a blue tray and sliding it down the metal. The lady from the line plops a scoop of Brown-Gray oatmeal on to the plate orange juice and a price of toast. I continue on and before sitting with my dear Lily, my hair is piled back and I drop my tart.

“Aww babe I'm so sorry,” says the little cunt Jess, “I thought there was a big insect in your hair” She says laughing.

I, being a three inches taller though being one year younger, step up to the girl and grab her jumpsuit collar pulling her really closes. So close I smell her mouthwash in her mouth, “ Your a little bitch you know that, I'm sorry if my hair isn't clean bit not everyone has fucked every guard in her to get special treatment.” I throw her to the ground onto my ruined tray if food and sit on the metal chair next to Lily, grabbing the toast of her tray.

“Okay, okay break it up.” Says Guard Mallory with his southern drawl, “We've got a new one of y'all in here.” A boy is escorted in with handcuffs around his wrists and a muzzle on his face. Not surprising that's how we usually are, but there is something different about him. He is my age maybe a bit older. We never get people this close old they are usually 6 or 7 and at the oldest 9, yet there he is smiling like his capture is an accomplishment.

His eyes are wild and quite pretty, they are a darkish blue with hints of silver. His hair is messy but in a way that suits him like he just hopped out of bed, like a black mass. His skin looks smooth and is an olive color. Overall very sharp features and high cheekbones. The Guard takes of his muzzle and handcuffs the boy immediately pounces like a lion after prey. Tackling him he rips out the metal inside his ears and whispers something to him the gets up, glossy eyes and zombie like demeanor, and rips out the other guards ear prices and soon enough everyone is yelling commands trying to overuse the Guards systems and make them lose all function. Trying being a keyword refusing yo work together they ultimately fail.

A sharp piercing sound sends us to the ground, including the Guards, while more come in dragging our limp bodies, blood running like the red sea from our ears, to our cells. We wake up 10 minutes later on our cots. I sit still thinking pretending I was still asleep.

“Hey there beautiful.” Says a voice near me it's low and raspy like they woke up from a nap. I turn to see the new boy sitting on the cot beside mine, a plaque with his name engraved into it above the small bed. Shit.

“Hi” I say warily shaking his hand. “I'm Kal.”

He grins and sits beside me focusing his blue eyes on my face. “I'm Will.” He then turns his head to the side, “You were the only one not fighting when I set the trap, Why? He says casually.

“I don't care if I die here or out there I wanna die either way.” I say nonchalantly, “I deserve to die I'm dangerous like my mother said I was.”

“You don't know much of what's going on out there do you.” He says tilting his dead and turning to sit cross large and face me. “there's a war going on us kids against them, I was part of it, Great cause really, We call ourselves, The children, The call us menaces.”

“That explains it you were in hiding you were a part of them that's why you came at 16.” I said thinking aloud to no one in particular.

“17 and 18 in seven months.” He says looking slightly insulted.

“Your odd you know.” I say quietly in my head but not really.

“Why is that beautiful?”

“You're the only one besides Lily who I don't want to burn in a house fire.” I smile at him, “I think we'll be good friends.”

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