Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Amaranth

It was long ago, ages to him it seemed, when he took that oath. Of course, back then, he was a child, merely a child, with a gift the government felt the need to control. He was just a child. A child without a name because he was taken from his mother the moment he was born.
Baptized, immediately, he was given a government name, the name he would forever live with, Amaranth. The name of a never dying flower.
He had a gift from the womb, they knew because his mother was monitored closely. She would have nightmares, violent ones. She would scream someone’s name, someone she never knew and the next day, that person would die. How could she know, they always wondered. She didn’t…Amaranth did.
The government raised him. He never had a father or a mother, only Doctor this and Mrs. That. When they thought he was old enough, they taught him how to track another human and soon after they taught him how to kill.
At age seventeen, he took the oath. He vowed to be the government’s dog, but at the time it hadn’t sounded so bad. He vowed his loyalty to them. To protect, to watch, to kill on command.
They branded him then, a cross on his back, something that would forever remind him of the oath he took in times of doubt. He was petted, he was kissed, and he was lavished. He was stupid…he fell for it.
They showed him the dark room then, full of the infinite candles. They tried to explain to him what it was, but he already knew. It was home. It was where he was meant to be.
They showed him his candle then, the one under the glass. They told him he would forever be young, he would age to an early twenty and he would forever be handsome. They said it as if it were a perk to his new torture, at first it was, but soon enough, it became a torture device. Each year, he was the same age, living in a room full of dying people. Masochism was the only way to enjoy this, and he wasn’t a masochist.
Granted, they never said he couldn’t fall in love. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love, though. At any given moment, he might have to kill her. So he had to settle for meaningless sex with random women whose names he always made sure not to know.
That only sated him while he was young (though technically he was always young). He longed for something more. He longed to be loved, something he was never given.
He never picked her. He was always aware of the bright crimson of her candle. He knew there was something about her that drew him to her. He hadn’t even seen her.
Then she ran away, she was the first and they started following her, first only one or two, soon whole families. They made him track the runaways as soon as they became aware they were gone. The first few he caught, their lives were spared but they were severely beaten until they released enough information to let him know where everyone was going and how to get there for the most part.
As easy as it would be to just bomb the damn country, the government wouldn’t do that. It would cause a revolt, a rebellion. Australia was the only free place, but they were regretting that decision.
His assignment was simple, instead of tracking the next runaway; he was to follow them, pretending to be a runaway himself. He was to stay with them, befriend them, find out why they ran away, and find out what power they held. He was supposed to become their leader if possible and ultimately lead them to their destruction. And to lead her, his love, to her execution.

18 comments:

B.D.C said...

Brilliant! Simply brilliant! I can't wait for more!

personality: unique said...

Hello Erin!! I've already read this part! Update. NOW!

Erin said...

(She only left a comment because I made her)

personality: unique said...

So? It's still a comment isn't it?!

Erin said...

It doesn't mean the same thing...*Sniffle*

personality: unique said...

But, I still did it! And I would have commented either way. I didn't get the chance to because you instantly told me to comment.

Erin said...

excuses excuses

personality: unique said...

:O Fine then. I won't ever comment you back because my comments obviously mean nothing!

Erin said...

Fine, skank.

personality: unique said...

:O :O :O :O I cannot believe that you would say that to me. And on the internet!!!

Erin said...

hahaha i thought you said you weren't commenting back..............................
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skank

personality: unique said...

:P You.... I can't believe..... You are just so....... RRRRRRR!

Erin said...

OMG THIRTEEN

Erin said...

Ok, I'm okay now,Amanda...those noises were pretty sexual

personality: unique said...

OMG! Only you would say something like that to ME on the INTERNET!

Erin said...

ON THE INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WE'RE GOING TO GET AIDS


haha, anyway, what I was TRYING to say but my computer crapped out on me, Ben's going to get on here thinking he was going to leave a pleasant little comment and he'll get on, read all of this and think to himself, what were they smoking and why he didn't get any.

personality: unique said...

Rotfling!!!
Don't worry Ben. Hinkle can sell it to you after school today!

Erin said...

ah ha ha ha ha holy pee pee