Fork City: In a Brave new world

CHAPTER SIX| To The Feast!

Off the prison, walking freely now, and joined by other blue people.

      "Soldiers," the king had called them. The other blue guy, the one had addressed us first in English was called Cage. Cage Ravenous.

     "... So I told him, 'I don't believe you.' And you know what he said? He said, 'I don't believe you either!' Hehe hehe hehe."

      The way he laughed though...

       We broke off into the dazzling city, characterized by brown and black. There was not a speck of white paint anywhere.

     Up above was the most beautiful scenery you could ever imagine.

     Two glorious suns- one bigger than the other playing by the East of the sky.

      "You know, my father told me one funny thing," he said. "He said that your sun comes off the East too, right?"

     "Yeah," Aileen said.

      Was she trying to become a friend to the king?

     "Very funny... Very funny," he said. "I laughed very hard at that. Around 4 minutes, that's how much I laughed. Hehe."

     She giggled, and Paul sighed.

      A smile was on my face. This guy was pretty funny.

     "So you eat, I give you the passes, you go home and you tell your friends that I have greeted you Homosapiens very much, right?" he said.

     "Yeah," Aileen replied. Two saucers passed over our heads. They were black too.

      There were a few flags to the right now, completely red, and the other completely black. They waved silently as a slight wind passed.

      "Um... So, we take a saucer here. And you peoples spread the word. Spread it, okay?" he reminded.

      "Yes."

       I couldn't believe we getting into a freakin' UFO! I didn't care whether it was a dream or not.

     "Cage, you know how to pilot these things?" he asked.

      "Yeah," Cage replied as he got upfront. He was stationed in the middle, and we got into the back. Inside it was all black too.

     "Seatbelts?" Kirsten asked, a little paranoid.

      "What?"

      "Seatbelts?" Kirsten asked.

       The thought of her fear of heights hit my mind.

     "What do you mean? I do not understand what you are saying?"

     The engines, or whatever was controlling this, sprang to life. In a few seconds, we were all going up. Kirsten was holding my shoulder, holding in her scream as I told her not to worry; we were going to be alright.

      And now, through the window, we could see the city, Fork City, glow under the orange of the two rising suns. And the clouds up above, though few, were still beautiful under that orange glow.

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"Prepare yourselves for a feast, homo sapiens," he said.

     We were all around the table. Well, all of us except the soldiers.

     "A feast?" Paul silently asked me. "I'm sure we'll eat goddamned people."

     "Shush!" I told him, and he looked away. Almost angry.

     "Homo sapiens and homo sapienettes," he said. "Or isn't that your slang?"

    We shook our heads in disbelief.

     "Okay, then, Aileen's whispering to me that you're all homo sapiens, and there's no such thing as homo sapienettes."

     Personally, I felt that this guy might be trying too hard to impress us.

     "Okay, so homo sapiens," he said, "I'd like you to meet mage soup. Sweet to the core and a personal favorite of mine."

     A few blue waiters came over and served us each a dish of mage soup.

    "Enjoy," he said, smiling, as he walked over to the kitchen.

     "Um..." Paul whispered. "We should not eat this!"

     We all narrowed our eyes, wondering when his pessimism was going to end.

      "It might be poooisoned," he whispered on.

      "Speak for yourself," Aileen said. "I'm starving. And this is a dream. I can't die, remember?"

     I nodded. She had a point. But, I was still on the fence. Could this really be a dream or not?

     To my left, my sister was already halfway through. Aileen had just begun, and the king was coming back.

     "More food is coming," he said. "Just wait a minute or two."

     "Sweet," I soon heard my sister say as the king sat.

      "Thank you," he answered. And the to Paul and I, he asked, "Why aren't you eating your soup?"

      "I'm not hungry," Paul said. But I'd already taken a sip. Why turn back now?