Post by Callum Worthy on Feb 16, 2015 0:14:36 GMT
This is a story I've been working on, so I'm open to comments, ideas, suggestions, or stuff.
I will be updating it frequently, so stay tuned!
*Warning* This book contains a lot of blood and gore. Please read, but do so at your own risk!
I was only 5 when it started, the wars…
Brother was pitted against brother, mother against father, and country against country. The disease did most of the work before the Wars. It wiped out about23population. Almost all of the important resources were gone. Amongst the most valuable things were water, food, oil, fuel, and especially energy and light. There were six sides, the Dark, the Predators, the Scavengers, the Fighters, the Shadow-Walkers, and the Cave-Dwellers. Before you were selected, you were raised in the Raising Village. Each kid was fifteen when they were selected to a side.
Everything changed that day...
3 Years Earlier; April 5th, 2073; the Choosing
I was nervous, of course. I was to be selected to my chosen side. There were 6 emblems carved on a rock. A shadow, for the Shadow-Walkers, a cave, for the Cave-Dwellers, a fist, for the Fighters, an arrow through a skull, for the Predators, a skull and bones for the Dark, and a dead body, for the Scavengers. You have to take a knife and cut your wrist and let the blood drip into the sacred water, and whichever emblem forms in the water, is your side.
“Callum Defiance!” The speaker called out. I stepped forward, and held my wrist over the water. The man pulled out the knife, ten inches long and made of pure steel, and slid it across my wrist. The blood dropped down, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the speaker’s announcement.
“He is a...
Predator!”
4 Hours Later; 7:34 A.M; Predator Camp
I stepped onto the train, which is the only transportation as they send you to the giant piece of land, known as the Prometheus. The Over-Seers, we call them. The people that are safe from war, just waiting for us to find enough resources for everyone to live in peace, but until then, it’s just the War.
They dropped us off on Prometheus, and the train sped away, the track vanishing, leaving the group of about 35 Newbies (the new recruits) at the camp of the Predators.
I walked into the camp, about 24 following, whereas about 10 others ran away, trying to follow the trail of the vanished track. The leader of the Predators looked strong, wearing a hide tunic, leggings, boots, and gloves.
“So you’re the newbies, eh?” He asked, slightly raising his brow. His head was cocked to the side, and you could see the stone and wooden huts behind him in the shape of a large circle, each one looking to house about 3-4 people. There was a large fire in the middle, which wasn’t lit at the time. The leader’s name was Dustin, and he’s one of the most feared of all of the sides.
I nodded my head, and he gave a slight grin. He seemed older than me, by slightly 3 years. He pointed to me, his grin getting wider.
“You. I’ve heard about you. You’re Callum, and I’ve heard you’re quite the shot with a bow, and you’re in luck. We specialize in weapons, mostly bows and daggers. We don’t have much, but we only give them to the best, because we need them to get us food, and eliminate the other sides, because we need the resources.” I nodded my head, a slight grin forming on my face. I wiped my dark brown hair out of my eyes, and said,
“You can count on me!”
“Alright, talk to Cavaliry, our gear-maker. He’ll suit you up with a bow, arrows, and quiver.” Dustin told me.
I opened the door to Cavaliry’s hut.
“Cavaliry, I need weapons. A bow, arrows, and quiver,” I said. Cavaliry walked out, carrying my necessary equipment, and smiled.
“Already on it.”
2 Hours Later; 9:47 A.M; The Wild
I crouched through the Wild stealthily, trying not to startle anything. I had a backpack on my back, filled with things I’d need in case of resources, or if I killed an animal. The birds were cawing in the skies, the sun barely peeking through the leaves of the forest, which stood over me like a giant, hiding my movement from any of the Over-Seers sky-cams. The air was fresh, and whenever I breathed in, there were many smells. I ran quickly, the quiver and arrows bouncing on my back, the bow in my hands.
I ran into a clearing, and I immediately saw a herd of deer, and in my mind I was picking and calculating which deer would be the biggest, support the most people, and have the best meat. I picked out a large buck, which seemed to be a young one, which would mean it would have good meat, and we could use the antlers to carve knives and other weapons. I pulled out an arrow, and put it to the string. I drew the string back. The deer ran off, and I let go of the arrow. A double loss; I lost the meat, and an arrow. But what scared it away… I heard the footsteps and turned. A man was running at me full speed, an ivory dagger in hand. He had the marks on his face which told me he was of the Fighter side. I pulled out an arrow and gripped it in my hand, and swiftly dodged his attack. He turned around and screamed angrily, and ran at me once more. The knife this time sliced against my arm, and I fell in pain. Blood was soaking out, and I took the arrow, got up, and stabbed him in the chest. He slumped to the ground, and I took my finger and swiped it into his blood. I had the blood on my finger and painted the blood across his forehead, and made it into the shape of an arrow. A sign to say that he was killed by a Predator. I knew that he must be here for a reason, but decided not to linger in case of any more Fighters or any other members of any sides. The way back to the camp was a 3-hour trip while walking, so I decided to get started.
4 Hours Later; 12:53 P.M; Predator Camp
I entered the camp, and immediately went to Dustin to report my findings. When I told him about my kill, he clapped his hands.
“Great job, that’s just one less distraction to worry about. Terrible you couldn’t get the deer, though.” He said.
He told me that he’d send me out again in a week or so, just to let me get settled in a little more. He also said that if I wanted a house, I’d have to build my own.
1:23 P.M; The Wild
I set off with an axe and pick and began to chop down trees in the Wild. I got about 10 decent logs, enough to make a 10x13 square foot house, and I mined some stone, enough to make a good roof. I had a horse with me, so I loaded it all up into the carriage, and carried it back to camp. It took about 6 hours to do so.
7:46 P.M; Predator Camp
The sun was setting by the time I got back to camp, and everyone was pleased to see that I wasn’t killed the time I was out. Yep, it’s a big deal every time you come back from somewhere, because one second you could be walking around, and the next, your head could be laying in the grass. I began to put down the logs in a nice formation, and got Jasper, the stone-mason of the group to get my stone roof nice and put it in. In the end, it was done, and with help of Parielt, the carpenter, I had some cabinets and furniture. It was around 11:30 P.M when I was finished with my house. I lay down in my bed, thinking about how this place isn’t so bad, and my eyes slowly closed, and I fell asleep.
April 6th; 6:57 A.M; Predator Camp
I woke up and yawned, stretching while getting up. When I walked out of the door, two men, Gally and Jack came carrying what appeared to be a body, which had multiple stab wounds to the chest, and black paint covered on his face. Behind all of the black paint, I could just make out the face of Malloy, one of the spies sent to infiltrate and get information on the other sides. Dustin came running out, dagger in his hand.
“What happened here!?” He screamed, kneeling down to next to Malloy’s body. He put a finger on the paint, and rubbed it. “It was the Dark,” He said, before the meds could say it. “The paint is their sign. They found him. Where did you guys find the body?” He asked Gally and Jack.
Gally answered first. “Southwest of the Fresh River.” Dustin seemed surprised.
“Fresh River, but two or three miles southwest of the Peace Lands is the neutral territory! He couldn’t have been killed there.” Jack then spoke up,
“It could’ve been a diversion, just because they could be close to us.” He said. Dustin seemed infuriated.
“Just enough! Everyone go back to their huts and cabins!”
I did as I was told, and I walked back to my cabin, and lay back down.
3 Days Later; April 9th; 7:29 A.M
This morning I grabbed a few buckets and pickaxe, because I was going to look for resources, and grabbed a steel dagger in case of an enemy.
I set off a few minutes after telling everybody where I was going, and Gally volunteered to come with me and help. I gladly accepted his offer, and we were ready.
6 Hours Later; 1:47 A.M; Prometheus Mountains
Gally and I ran through the mountains, pick in hand, searching for gems, metals, and the rarest of all, oil. The mountains were rocky and steep, with a few caves in them, which we used as shelter whenever short-rains fell. We stumbled upon a large cave, and decided to go in it. When we got in you could see a few things, torches, beds, and chests.
“It could be a Cave-Dweller hut.” Suggested Gally. I nodded my head, sure that his suggestion was true. Nobody would have chests in a cave and leave them there. When we opened them up, we saw very valuable things. Ingots made of steel, gold, and silver. We put them in our packs, and we walked out.
“I can’t believe we found these things!” I said to Gally. He nodded, a look of amazement on his face. We were at the bottom of the mountain when an arrow flew down and hit Gally in the shoulder. He fell down in pain, and as I looked up I could make out the form of a human with a bow. It was a Cave-Dweller. I put my shoulder around Gally and I helped him get to camp.
10 Hours Later; 11:56 A.M; Predator Camp
I dragged Gally into the camp, and screamed for Dustin to come help. It had taken longer than I had thought, and Gally has lost a lot of blood. Dustin and a few meds came out and took Gally away. A mixed look was on my face. It was full of anger, fear, and shock. I was shocked that I didn’t see the Cave-Dweller, and because of that carelessness Gally could be dead.
I got the response two hours later, when Landon came out and told me, “Gally is going to be in critical condition… but he will live.” I breathed a sigh of relief at the words, happy that his death won’t be caused by me, but will happen in the future. I was about to walk away when I felt Dustin’s hand on my shoulder. “We could’ve lost him because of you.” He was trying to sound calm, although I could see the anger in his eyes. I nodded, my head down, and walked out of the camp, going into the wild to clear my mind. I walked for a few hours, and once I got there, I let the peace a calmness surround and engulf me. I had my bow and arrows, and a few buckets just in case. While I was walking I stumbled upon a large ravine, and in the bottom of it I could make out a body, surrounded by blood. I chuckled, being that I was quite amused.
‘What idiot would fall down a ravine?’ I wondered. When I was walking, I realized that this wasn’t really the large horror place of nightmares. Well, if you’re talented and strong, that is.
When I got 2 or 4 hours out, I saw a gory sight. There was a body slumped against the tree, and above it, attached to the tree with a large wooden spike, was a bloody, detached head, that was still dripping blood onto the body. It was fresh. Slight panic struck Cal, and he turned around and ran back, and could see one or two people chasing him. They appeared to have knives, so he could use his bow to kill them. As quick as lightning, he pulled out an arrow and hit the first one in the face, blood spurting out all over his friend. Disgusted and frightened, his friend tried to turn and make a run for it. Fatal mistake. He quickly shot the arrow, hitting him in the lung. He went over and made the symbol on their forehead, and continued his search. He stumbled upon a cave, and inside, he saw something precious, oil. He quickly went in, and filled up two buckets, and went back to camp.
I will be updating it frequently, so stay tuned!
*Warning* This book contains a lot of blood and gore. Please read, but do so at your own risk!
I was only 5 when it started, the wars…
Brother was pitted against brother, mother against father, and country against country. The disease did most of the work before the Wars. It wiped out about23population. Almost all of the important resources were gone. Amongst the most valuable things were water, food, oil, fuel, and especially energy and light. There were six sides, the Dark, the Predators, the Scavengers, the Fighters, the Shadow-Walkers, and the Cave-Dwellers. Before you were selected, you were raised in the Raising Village. Each kid was fifteen when they were selected to a side.
Everything changed that day...
3 Years Earlier; April 5th, 2073; the Choosing
I was nervous, of course. I was to be selected to my chosen side. There were 6 emblems carved on a rock. A shadow, for the Shadow-Walkers, a cave, for the Cave-Dwellers, a fist, for the Fighters, an arrow through a skull, for the Predators, a skull and bones for the Dark, and a dead body, for the Scavengers. You have to take a knife and cut your wrist and let the blood drip into the sacred water, and whichever emblem forms in the water, is your side.
“Callum Defiance!” The speaker called out. I stepped forward, and held my wrist over the water. The man pulled out the knife, ten inches long and made of pure steel, and slid it across my wrist. The blood dropped down, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the speaker’s announcement.
“He is a...
Predator!”
4 Hours Later; 7:34 A.M; Predator Camp
I stepped onto the train, which is the only transportation as they send you to the giant piece of land, known as the Prometheus. The Over-Seers, we call them. The people that are safe from war, just waiting for us to find enough resources for everyone to live in peace, but until then, it’s just the War.
They dropped us off on Prometheus, and the train sped away, the track vanishing, leaving the group of about 35 Newbies (the new recruits) at the camp of the Predators.
I walked into the camp, about 24 following, whereas about 10 others ran away, trying to follow the trail of the vanished track. The leader of the Predators looked strong, wearing a hide tunic, leggings, boots, and gloves.
“So you’re the newbies, eh?” He asked, slightly raising his brow. His head was cocked to the side, and you could see the stone and wooden huts behind him in the shape of a large circle, each one looking to house about 3-4 people. There was a large fire in the middle, which wasn’t lit at the time. The leader’s name was Dustin, and he’s one of the most feared of all of the sides.
I nodded my head, and he gave a slight grin. He seemed older than me, by slightly 3 years. He pointed to me, his grin getting wider.
“You. I’ve heard about you. You’re Callum, and I’ve heard you’re quite the shot with a bow, and you’re in luck. We specialize in weapons, mostly bows and daggers. We don’t have much, but we only give them to the best, because we need them to get us food, and eliminate the other sides, because we need the resources.” I nodded my head, a slight grin forming on my face. I wiped my dark brown hair out of my eyes, and said,
“You can count on me!”
“Alright, talk to Cavaliry, our gear-maker. He’ll suit you up with a bow, arrows, and quiver.” Dustin told me.
I opened the door to Cavaliry’s hut.
“Cavaliry, I need weapons. A bow, arrows, and quiver,” I said. Cavaliry walked out, carrying my necessary equipment, and smiled.
“Already on it.”
2 Hours Later; 9:47 A.M; The Wild
I crouched through the Wild stealthily, trying not to startle anything. I had a backpack on my back, filled with things I’d need in case of resources, or if I killed an animal. The birds were cawing in the skies, the sun barely peeking through the leaves of the forest, which stood over me like a giant, hiding my movement from any of the Over-Seers sky-cams. The air was fresh, and whenever I breathed in, there were many smells. I ran quickly, the quiver and arrows bouncing on my back, the bow in my hands.
I ran into a clearing, and I immediately saw a herd of deer, and in my mind I was picking and calculating which deer would be the biggest, support the most people, and have the best meat. I picked out a large buck, which seemed to be a young one, which would mean it would have good meat, and we could use the antlers to carve knives and other weapons. I pulled out an arrow, and put it to the string. I drew the string back. The deer ran off, and I let go of the arrow. A double loss; I lost the meat, and an arrow. But what scared it away… I heard the footsteps and turned. A man was running at me full speed, an ivory dagger in hand. He had the marks on his face which told me he was of the Fighter side. I pulled out an arrow and gripped it in my hand, and swiftly dodged his attack. He turned around and screamed angrily, and ran at me once more. The knife this time sliced against my arm, and I fell in pain. Blood was soaking out, and I took the arrow, got up, and stabbed him in the chest. He slumped to the ground, and I took my finger and swiped it into his blood. I had the blood on my finger and painted the blood across his forehead, and made it into the shape of an arrow. A sign to say that he was killed by a Predator. I knew that he must be here for a reason, but decided not to linger in case of any more Fighters or any other members of any sides. The way back to the camp was a 3-hour trip while walking, so I decided to get started.
4 Hours Later; 12:53 P.M; Predator Camp
I entered the camp, and immediately went to Dustin to report my findings. When I told him about my kill, he clapped his hands.
“Great job, that’s just one less distraction to worry about. Terrible you couldn’t get the deer, though.” He said.
He told me that he’d send me out again in a week or so, just to let me get settled in a little more. He also said that if I wanted a house, I’d have to build my own.
1:23 P.M; The Wild
I set off with an axe and pick and began to chop down trees in the Wild. I got about 10 decent logs, enough to make a 10x13 square foot house, and I mined some stone, enough to make a good roof. I had a horse with me, so I loaded it all up into the carriage, and carried it back to camp. It took about 6 hours to do so.
7:46 P.M; Predator Camp
The sun was setting by the time I got back to camp, and everyone was pleased to see that I wasn’t killed the time I was out. Yep, it’s a big deal every time you come back from somewhere, because one second you could be walking around, and the next, your head could be laying in the grass. I began to put down the logs in a nice formation, and got Jasper, the stone-mason of the group to get my stone roof nice and put it in. In the end, it was done, and with help of Parielt, the carpenter, I had some cabinets and furniture. It was around 11:30 P.M when I was finished with my house. I lay down in my bed, thinking about how this place isn’t so bad, and my eyes slowly closed, and I fell asleep.
April 6th; 6:57 A.M; Predator Camp
I woke up and yawned, stretching while getting up. When I walked out of the door, two men, Gally and Jack came carrying what appeared to be a body, which had multiple stab wounds to the chest, and black paint covered on his face. Behind all of the black paint, I could just make out the face of Malloy, one of the spies sent to infiltrate and get information on the other sides. Dustin came running out, dagger in his hand.
“What happened here!?” He screamed, kneeling down to next to Malloy’s body. He put a finger on the paint, and rubbed it. “It was the Dark,” He said, before the meds could say it. “The paint is their sign. They found him. Where did you guys find the body?” He asked Gally and Jack.
Gally answered first. “Southwest of the Fresh River.” Dustin seemed surprised.
“Fresh River, but two or three miles southwest of the Peace Lands is the neutral territory! He couldn’t have been killed there.” Jack then spoke up,
“It could’ve been a diversion, just because they could be close to us.” He said. Dustin seemed infuriated.
“Just enough! Everyone go back to their huts and cabins!”
I did as I was told, and I walked back to my cabin, and lay back down.
3 Days Later; April 9th; 7:29 A.M
This morning I grabbed a few buckets and pickaxe, because I was going to look for resources, and grabbed a steel dagger in case of an enemy.
I set off a few minutes after telling everybody where I was going, and Gally volunteered to come with me and help. I gladly accepted his offer, and we were ready.
6 Hours Later; 1:47 A.M; Prometheus Mountains
Gally and I ran through the mountains, pick in hand, searching for gems, metals, and the rarest of all, oil. The mountains were rocky and steep, with a few caves in them, which we used as shelter whenever short-rains fell. We stumbled upon a large cave, and decided to go in it. When we got in you could see a few things, torches, beds, and chests.
“It could be a Cave-Dweller hut.” Suggested Gally. I nodded my head, sure that his suggestion was true. Nobody would have chests in a cave and leave them there. When we opened them up, we saw very valuable things. Ingots made of steel, gold, and silver. We put them in our packs, and we walked out.
“I can’t believe we found these things!” I said to Gally. He nodded, a look of amazement on his face. We were at the bottom of the mountain when an arrow flew down and hit Gally in the shoulder. He fell down in pain, and as I looked up I could make out the form of a human with a bow. It was a Cave-Dweller. I put my shoulder around Gally and I helped him get to camp.
10 Hours Later; 11:56 A.M; Predator Camp
I dragged Gally into the camp, and screamed for Dustin to come help. It had taken longer than I had thought, and Gally has lost a lot of blood. Dustin and a few meds came out and took Gally away. A mixed look was on my face. It was full of anger, fear, and shock. I was shocked that I didn’t see the Cave-Dweller, and because of that carelessness Gally could be dead.
I got the response two hours later, when Landon came out and told me, “Gally is going to be in critical condition… but he will live.” I breathed a sigh of relief at the words, happy that his death won’t be caused by me, but will happen in the future. I was about to walk away when I felt Dustin’s hand on my shoulder. “We could’ve lost him because of you.” He was trying to sound calm, although I could see the anger in his eyes. I nodded, my head down, and walked out of the camp, going into the wild to clear my mind. I walked for a few hours, and once I got there, I let the peace a calmness surround and engulf me. I had my bow and arrows, and a few buckets just in case. While I was walking I stumbled upon a large ravine, and in the bottom of it I could make out a body, surrounded by blood. I chuckled, being that I was quite amused.
‘What idiot would fall down a ravine?’ I wondered. When I was walking, I realized that this wasn’t really the large horror place of nightmares. Well, if you’re talented and strong, that is.
When I got 2 or 4 hours out, I saw a gory sight. There was a body slumped against the tree, and above it, attached to the tree with a large wooden spike, was a bloody, detached head, that was still dripping blood onto the body. It was fresh. Slight panic struck Cal, and he turned around and ran back, and could see one or two people chasing him. They appeared to have knives, so he could use his bow to kill them. As quick as lightning, he pulled out an arrow and hit the first one in the face, blood spurting out all over his friend. Disgusted and frightened, his friend tried to turn and make a run for it. Fatal mistake. He quickly shot the arrow, hitting him in the lung. He went over and made the symbol on their forehead, and continued his search. He stumbled upon a cave, and inside, he saw something precious, oil. He quickly went in, and filled up two buckets, and went back to camp.
4 Hours Later; 4:05 P.M; Predator Camp
