Micahs Story~ Chapter one: Gatlin. The Beginning
Disclaimer~ None of these characters, well none of the IMPORTANT ones are mine~like Micah, Isaac, Jedediah, Mordechai, or any of the Children. they all belong to the wonderfully talented Stephen King, or the production company that made the movie. so I guess the only charcater that I can call mine is Maria, (who is NOT the same Maria from COTC 3 )
Honestly, I didn't know that what we were doing was wrong . Hell, none of us thought that it was wrong. Isaac made it seem like it was the right thing, no wait- the only thing that we could do to please He Who Walks Behind the Rows. Even though I was 10 years old on the day that He Who Walks Behind the Rows made himself known, and should have known a lot better, I as well as all of the other children were under Isaac's spell. He has us completely and totally in his power. We were like his puppets, his murderous, evil little puppets.
The deed was done. I can't say honestly that it didn't bring me any pleasure to see the tortured looks of the adults as they realized that we weren't the sweet, innocent children that they thought we were, but what pleasure I had experienced was soon forgotten when I went home to gather what few personal items Isaac was allowing as we made our fresh start. I walked into my home, and went into he living rom to get one of my heavier coats and saw the bodies of my parents. I broke down in tears, and after a few minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into the faces of Isaac and Malachai, and was scared out of my mind.
"Young Micah, why are you crying? Havent I told you that only good can come of the sacrifice of the unbelievers? The blasphemers? The outlanders?" Isaac asked me with only the slightest trace of humanity.
"You did say those things, Isaac, and I do believe them, I just didn't think that I would have to see my parents like this. I believe tha they did a very good job raising me, they just didnt appreciate the land enough,-"
"Silence! Your 'parents' did nothing right, they managed to raise a blaspheming little imp such as yourself, therfore they didn't accomplish anything worthwhile." Malachai made his little speach with a grin on his face like he was the king of the world. I really didnt like him, I wished that he was at the age where he himself had to be sacrificed so he wouldn't be around anymore.
"Now Malachai, that is no way to speak to a Son of He Who Walks Behind The Rows, and a Brother of the Children. He is, after all only a child, and the sight of a sacrificed adult may affect him in a different was then it will you. Come Micah, and finish your packing, we must leave here, and start over freshly, caring about the land, with no Blasphemers to hinder us."
Needless to say, Isaac and I had formed a close friendship, well what I guess you could at least call a friendship over the months that he had been our Leader, and he knew that I wasnt as committed as some of the others, but I believed what he had taught us, that the Earth was ours for the taking, and that the adults had done enough messing it up, it was our turn to try and fix it. I finished packing, and Isaac and Malachai escorted me to our new "home", a large barn on the edge of one of the largest cornfields. I was going to have to get used to the way things were, and stop being doubtful of our one true Father, He Who Walks Behind the Rows. If I couldnt do that, then I was going to be in for a very very rough time.
Life without the adults wasn't much different then it had been with them, except there was really no one to talk to. You may picture us as mindless little deamons, but we weren't all really liek that, we still talked, joked, and even laughed. Yes, we the self proclaimed "Children of the Corn" laughed. We were normal kids, we just believed different things then any other kids in the state of Nebraska, and probably any other kids in the country. Then came the time to harvest. Everyone totally changed around harvesting time. Especially Isaac, and that power-hungry Malachai, who seemed to perk up whenever the words "blood," "sacrifice," and "harvest" came up. Some of us, like my friends, Mordechai and Jedediah, plus myself, tried to stay out of the way when Harvest time came around. We ended up succeding in doing so for three years, and then the bomb was dropped. We has visitors, outlanders, whatever you wanted to call them. They were adults, and they were not welcome in Gatlin.
Isaac and Malachai took immediate action, and ended up capturing the woman, Vicky, and taking her to the Corn to be sacrificed. Well, as it turned out, Isaacs plan would have worked just fine, but that stupid Malachai had to interfere, and ended up hanging Isaac on the cross intended for Vicky. Well, only his most loyal friends agreed to and helped with the crucifiction of Isaac, all of us others had doubts. While Malachai was wandering around town with the woman and his friends, the rest of us had stayed with Isaac. While hanging from the cross, he gave one of his most memorable speaches. I will never forget the words that he spilled upon us that day, while he faced the demise that he had to know was imminent.
"My children, you alone are the loyal ones. You, and you alone know the wishes of the true Father must be fufilled. We must not remove the sacrifices from these sacred grounds, therefore defilling this land. Malachai will pay for his misdeeds, and I know this because He came to me last night, in a dream, and I was told that my time was short as your leader. He would not tell me the cause of my downfall, but I knew, in my heart that it would be caused by Malachai. I unwittingly trusted him, and told him the things that I was told, by the Lord. Those actions were the cause of this. I blame myself, and know that my friend, young Micah NEVER trusted Malachai. He was possibly the only one of us that cared enough, tried hard enough to be true to the father. Sometimes I believe that he was more influenced by He Who Walks Behind the Rows then I myself was. Those characteristics are only present in one who is true to himself, and true to the Lord. Perhaps unwittingly, Micah has marked himself with the qualities of a Leader. The Lord will not confirm anything to me, but I believe that someday, Micah will emerge as a Leader of us. Of the children. PRAISE GOD, PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE MICAH, but never , ever, forget me, Isaac, the one who brought this faith upon you. Malachai returns now, and my time is short. Thank you for believing."
Damn him. I hope he burns in hell. Wait, what am I saying? Isaac started this whole thing. I should be glad. He gave us everything he had. But when he said that I would be a future leader, I was scared. More scared then I had ever been in my life. I didnt think that I was capable of doing what a leader had to do. I was mad at Isaac for singiling me out.I didn't know what to think. Was Isaac right? Was I going to lead the children? Only time would tell.
I guess Isaac had a pretty good view from atop that cross, because he was right. Malachai was coming back. He had Vicky with him, so I guessed that he hadn't found her husband. But then, there he came. The husband began yelling at us, telling us that our religion was wrong, that we should stop believing in a God that didnt let love surface in our religion. After throwing a knife at Malachai , he stalked off, no pun intended, and was about to leave the field, when Isaac was thrown into the air like a handfull of dirt, and tossed away. A few minutes later, we heard a voice, and lookd over towards it. It was Isaac. He walked over to malachai, who looked scared as hell, ans broke his neck with a snap. I wanted to jump for joy, but instead, I ran for cover, because suddenly the field burst into flames.
All of us children spent the night in the barn afraid of what would happen to us now that we were without our parents, andwithout a leader. The next morning, everyone looked at me expectantly, like I would have all of the answers. I Just stared back, and was about to answer, when I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside and the voice of a man ask "Is everyone ok in there? I am the Sheriff of Hemmingford, and we're going to make sure that all of you are placed into safe homes."
We all stared where the voice was coming from, afraid of what was going to happen next. No one knew that what was to come was going to almost be worse then what had happened 3 years before in our town.
Disclaimer~ None of these characters, well none of the IMPORTANT ones are mine~like Micah, Isaac, Jedediah, Mordechai, or any of the Children. they all belong to the wonderfully talented Stephen King, or the production company that made the movie. so I guess the only charcater that I can call mine is Maria, (who is NOT the same Maria from COTC 3 )
Honestly, I didn't know that what we were doing was wrong . Hell, none of us thought that it was wrong. Isaac made it seem like it was the right thing, no wait- the only thing that we could do to please He Who Walks Behind the Rows. Even though I was 10 years old on the day that He Who Walks Behind the Rows made himself known, and should have known a lot better, I as well as all of the other children were under Isaac's spell. He has us completely and totally in his power. We were like his puppets, his murderous, evil little puppets.
The deed was done. I can't say honestly that it didn't bring me any pleasure to see the tortured looks of the adults as they realized that we weren't the sweet, innocent children that they thought we were, but what pleasure I had experienced was soon forgotten when I went home to gather what few personal items Isaac was allowing as we made our fresh start. I walked into my home, and went into he living rom to get one of my heavier coats and saw the bodies of my parents. I broke down in tears, and after a few minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into the faces of Isaac and Malachai, and was scared out of my mind.
"Young Micah, why are you crying? Havent I told you that only good can come of the sacrifice of the unbelievers? The blasphemers? The outlanders?" Isaac asked me with only the slightest trace of humanity.
"You did say those things, Isaac, and I do believe them, I just didn't think that I would have to see my parents like this. I believe tha they did a very good job raising me, they just didnt appreciate the land enough,-"
"Silence! Your 'parents' did nothing right, they managed to raise a blaspheming little imp such as yourself, therfore they didn't accomplish anything worthwhile." Malachai made his little speach with a grin on his face like he was the king of the world. I really didnt like him, I wished that he was at the age where he himself had to be sacrificed so he wouldn't be around anymore.
"Now Malachai, that is no way to speak to a Son of He Who Walks Behind The Rows, and a Brother of the Children. He is, after all only a child, and the sight of a sacrificed adult may affect him in a different was then it will you. Come Micah, and finish your packing, we must leave here, and start over freshly, caring about the land, with no Blasphemers to hinder us."
Needless to say, Isaac and I had formed a close friendship, well what I guess you could at least call a friendship over the months that he had been our Leader, and he knew that I wasnt as committed as some of the others, but I believed what he had taught us, that the Earth was ours for the taking, and that the adults had done enough messing it up, it was our turn to try and fix it. I finished packing, and Isaac and Malachai escorted me to our new "home", a large barn on the edge of one of the largest cornfields. I was going to have to get used to the way things were, and stop being doubtful of our one true Father, He Who Walks Behind the Rows. If I couldnt do that, then I was going to be in for a very very rough time.
Life without the adults wasn't much different then it had been with them, except there was really no one to talk to. You may picture us as mindless little deamons, but we weren't all really liek that, we still talked, joked, and even laughed. Yes, we the self proclaimed "Children of the Corn" laughed. We were normal kids, we just believed different things then any other kids in the state of Nebraska, and probably any other kids in the country. Then came the time to harvest. Everyone totally changed around harvesting time. Especially Isaac, and that power-hungry Malachai, who seemed to perk up whenever the words "blood," "sacrifice," and "harvest" came up. Some of us, like my friends, Mordechai and Jedediah, plus myself, tried to stay out of the way when Harvest time came around. We ended up succeding in doing so for three years, and then the bomb was dropped. We has visitors, outlanders, whatever you wanted to call them. They were adults, and they were not welcome in Gatlin.
Isaac and Malachai took immediate action, and ended up capturing the woman, Vicky, and taking her to the Corn to be sacrificed. Well, as it turned out, Isaacs plan would have worked just fine, but that stupid Malachai had to interfere, and ended up hanging Isaac on the cross intended for Vicky. Well, only his most loyal friends agreed to and helped with the crucifiction of Isaac, all of us others had doubts. While Malachai was wandering around town with the woman and his friends, the rest of us had stayed with Isaac. While hanging from the cross, he gave one of his most memorable speaches. I will never forget the words that he spilled upon us that day, while he faced the demise that he had to know was imminent.
"My children, you alone are the loyal ones. You, and you alone know the wishes of the true Father must be fufilled. We must not remove the sacrifices from these sacred grounds, therefore defilling this land. Malachai will pay for his misdeeds, and I know this because He came to me last night, in a dream, and I was told that my time was short as your leader. He would not tell me the cause of my downfall, but I knew, in my heart that it would be caused by Malachai. I unwittingly trusted him, and told him the things that I was told, by the Lord. Those actions were the cause of this. I blame myself, and know that my friend, young Micah NEVER trusted Malachai. He was possibly the only one of us that cared enough, tried hard enough to be true to the father. Sometimes I believe that he was more influenced by He Who Walks Behind the Rows then I myself was. Those characteristics are only present in one who is true to himself, and true to the Lord. Perhaps unwittingly, Micah has marked himself with the qualities of a Leader. The Lord will not confirm anything to me, but I believe that someday, Micah will emerge as a Leader of us. Of the children. PRAISE GOD, PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE MICAH, but never , ever, forget me, Isaac, the one who brought this faith upon you. Malachai returns now, and my time is short. Thank you for believing."
Damn him. I hope he burns in hell. Wait, what am I saying? Isaac started this whole thing. I should be glad. He gave us everything he had. But when he said that I would be a future leader, I was scared. More scared then I had ever been in my life. I didnt think that I was capable of doing what a leader had to do. I was mad at Isaac for singiling me out.I didn't know what to think. Was Isaac right? Was I going to lead the children? Only time would tell.
I guess Isaac had a pretty good view from atop that cross, because he was right. Malachai was coming back. He had Vicky with him, so I guessed that he hadn't found her husband. But then, there he came. The husband began yelling at us, telling us that our religion was wrong, that we should stop believing in a God that didnt let love surface in our religion. After throwing a knife at Malachai , he stalked off, no pun intended, and was about to leave the field, when Isaac was thrown into the air like a handfull of dirt, and tossed away. A few minutes later, we heard a voice, and lookd over towards it. It was Isaac. He walked over to malachai, who looked scared as hell, ans broke his neck with a snap. I wanted to jump for joy, but instead, I ran for cover, because suddenly the field burst into flames.
All of us children spent the night in the barn afraid of what would happen to us now that we were without our parents, andwithout a leader. The next morning, everyone looked at me expectantly, like I would have all of the answers. I Just stared back, and was about to answer, when I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside and the voice of a man ask "Is everyone ok in there? I am the Sheriff of Hemmingford, and we're going to make sure that all of you are placed into safe homes."
We all stared where the voice was coming from, afraid of what was going to happen next. No one knew that what was to come was going to almost be worse then what had happened 3 years before in our town.