War Torn
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WARNING: GRAHIC CONTENT! GRAPHIC CONTENT!
As Time Rolls By
Jeremie lay in bed staring at the ceiling. A year had now gone since it all started. He hadn't conversed with any of the teens that weren't sided with the soldiers since the day they betrayed him.
Everything was different now. Things were more official; most of the surviving residents of France were sent to safe houses and designated to certain holdings or cities that had been rebuilt. Tamiya had gone to one of them. She mailed him often. Jeremie responded to every letter. She was the only person from his Kadic past that he could trust. Everyone else filled his mind with hurt, hate, or distrust.
Jeremie was a soldier. Finally he had given up the hope of ever going back to his former friends. Nicolas has sent a few letters. Jeremie simply sent him one letter telling him he was okay and that Nicolas should just move on. Ulrich sent him letters right up 'til now. Jeremie opened none of them. Yumi who now walked with a limp and had sight in only one eye, sent him one letter. It was a long one and Jeremie read it through but never responded. Yumi had instructed him not to. Jeremie kept that letter in the drawer attached to his bed. It and Tamiya's letters were his most valued possessions. There were other letters that he read or just threw away. The life of the brainy smiling Jeremie Belpois was over. His life as the stronger more perceptive and never trusting Jeremie had already begun.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Jeremie said.
Abel Hay walked in.
Jeremie watched him with emotionless eyes. Abel never hid his lust for young soldiers. Nor for young prisoners. He didn't act in any slutty or outrageous way. But you knew what he wanted soon after meeting him. Especially if you were one of his targets.
"Lieutenant Grayson wants us at a meeting at twenty-one hundred hours," Abel Hay told Jeremie.
"I'll be ready," Jeremie responded.
Abel Hay turned to leave. Then he turned around.
"What are you waiting for Belpois?" Abel asked him, "some hot woman, a sweet loving male?" he asked, "that why you haven't screwed something yet?"
"Sex has lost its interest to me," Jeremie told Abel.
"Liar," Abel accused.
"Sex with another person then," Jeremie expanded.
"You some kind of sex phobia freak?" Abel asked.
"No," Jeremie responded.
"Then what's up with that crap?" Abel put forward.
"Maybe I don't want another pair of hands on me," Jeremie countered, "maybe I don't give a fuck if someone climaxes because of my dick," he told Abel.
Abel burst out laughing.
"You've become a real mouthy one haven't you," Abel noticed, "not the shy defiant boy we had at the beginning."
"That turn you off?" Jeremie teased.
Abel pushed his face into Jeremie's.
"Not in the least," Abel told him.
Jeremie himself started laughing.
Abel's face turned into a snarl.
"Okay Abel," Jeremie said, "take me."
Abel looked at Jeremie surprised.
"You say no to a willing body?" Jeremie asked smiling.
Abel smirked.
"Lie on your stomach," Abel instructed.
Ulrich meanwhile packed more snacks in a box and closed it. He now worked at a packaging plant opting not to go to 'school' since he felt all they'd do was try to brainwash him. Yumi went to school though. She was in a different area from him and Ulrich hadn't seen her since they were taken from Kadic grounds and separated. Yumi had sent him a picture though. She had gained some weight and didn't look any different with her glass eye. She wore a sleeveless purple dress and was sitting on a porch barefoot. She looked happy. That's all that Ulrich wanted.
I wish I could say the same with Jeremie, Ulrich thought, he doesn't read my letters, I know it.
"Shift F over!" the supervisor shouted.
Ulrich packaged his last box and got up. It was 2 o' clock.
Ulrich was thankful he had chosen the straight morning to afternoon shift. From 7 a.m. to 2 p.m. he worked. While most wouldn't consider that healthy, Ulrich could care less. He had the rest of the afternoon and night to himself. That's all that mattered.
Ulrich walked into the de-clothing room where he was stripped and searched like all workers. Afterwards he walked to the shelf and took up his civilian clothes. He always wore a red shirt with his outfit. It was a symbol of his status as a former rebel. Most citizens stayed away from him. Ulrich used exercise, thoughts of Yumi, and other activities to combat his loneliness.
After he was dressed he walked out and went to receive his daily wage. After that he left through the metal detection devices. If it went off he'd be strip-searched and cavity searched. The cavity search only happened once a month otherwise. Five times for former rebels. Ulrich beared it quietly now. He cried the first time it happened. The pain excruciating to his unviolated body. Now Ulrich was getting into the swing of things. He still hated it, but could bear it better now. He had to.
If I don't I'll end up like William, Ulrich thought.
"Let go of me!" William shrieked.
William was officially classed as insane six months ago. Since then he's been transferred from sanatorium to sanatorium. Medication only kept him quiet for a while and most of the time no one ordered for him to be medicated.
The huge nurses held him in place. Metal straps were used to bind him to the bed.
The only female nurse present injected him with a tranquilliser and waited.
William's shouts and struggles got softer and weaker. Soon he just lay still with tears flowing down his face.
"If you'd just stop fighting," Puk said walking up, "you'd be sent back into society you know."
"I'm not crazy," William whispered tearfully.
"Of course not," Puk said sweetly, "we just put bad boys in the mad house."
The nurses shook their heads and left.
"I'll never stop fighting," William said his voice shaking, "you'll have to kill me in here."
"Why?" Puk asked, "long as you're here, you're no threat to us," he whispered in William's ear.
William tried to struggle but was too weak.
Puk laughed.
"Even Ulrich adjusted," Puk said, "you're just a coward," he told William.
"I'll always fight," William said, "I'll never submit after what you did to me and the others," he added.
"Boo Hoo you whore," Puk said and walked out.
William softly cried. He was completely abandoned. Almost everyone else had decided to adjust one way or the other. Ulrich did factory work which though on the fringes of co-operation, left him much better off than those who still didn't co-operate. William had witnessed teens and adults being raped, killed, beaten and tortured for their defiance since he and the others were removed from Kadic grounds.
I'd rather be one of them than a deserter, William thought.
Yumi looked at the time. It was 5 pm.
Yumi sighed and went to the drawing room. Life where she lived was good. She made friends and even got a chance to earn her high school diploma. She always had to wear something red to symbolize being a former rebel. But the young people where she lived saw her as a hero. Something to praise, not reject.
Unfortunately that made her a target for the de-contaminate programme. Everyday at the same time, she had to come to this drawing room and spend two hours listening to and reciting literature, articles, speeches and quotes about the greatness of their new country. If she didn't recite correctly she lost privileges. If she forgot too many times, it was the punishing room and the whip. Yumi had gone once for arguing with a monitor who had hit a girl for singing the anthem of France while skipping through the school. Yumi thought all twelve lashes were worth it.
But she knew she had to be careful. She didn't want to be sent to the fringes. She heard stories how people were dumped like dogs and left to fend for themselves in the wasteland areas of France. Yumi heard that some even resorted to cannibalism to survive. The thought of being sent there scared the hell out of her.
Plus I want to see Ulrich again, Yumi thought, so I have to behave.
Herve bit hard on his lower lip as the person assigned to cavity search him took their time in his anus.
"It's so sad that one of the rebels tried to blow up the Chem Lab on floor c," the man said as he slowly searched, "it must be inconvenient being searched again after just going through your assigned cavity search yesterday," he continued, "I apologize but since I have big hands I sometimes miss things," he concluded.
Herve was in too much pain to respond.
"But you've done well with yourself," the man said approvingly, "you work checking chemicals in the test tubes and even doing experiments," he said probing, "too much opportunity to make a mistake, cause trouble," he snarled and pushed his hand far up.
Herve screamed.
The man grabbed Herve's shoulder and forced Herve upright.
Herve's screams became blood curling.
"Remember this next time someone tries to do damage to our facility," the man said curving his hand, "you rebels will be punished, all of you," he said, "no matter how nice you are," he stated, "once you wear a red badge, you'll be severely punished for your friends' actions."
Herve's eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He had wet himself the moment the man pushed his hand far up his anus.
The man continued observing Herve's now nearly convulsing body. The former rebel now scientist wore only a white business shirt over a white marina and white socks now soaked yellow.
"Hmm," the man sighed and pulled his hand out.
Herve started to convulse.
The man went into his pocket and got the syringe. He stuck it into Herve's arm and waited.
Herve was breathing normally two minutes later. As normal as a person so horrible cavity searched that is.
The man shoved his hand in again.
Herve screamed.
"I have to keep this up even after you ejaculate," the man said simply, "I was assigned to you so nothing personal," he said as he continued.
"Pl…Ple…Plea…" Herve begged.
The man continued probing Herve quietly as Herve's screams rang through the showers.
Tamiya sat in her bed reading. She had been assigned a new family and was living the life of a pampered co-operative citizen.
Tamiya remembered little of her past experience now. Months of daily rehabilitation and being told her life before was a monotonous lie was getting to her. Her letters to Jeremie was the only thing that kept the few memories she had left alive. While this in some ways made her sad, for the most part she was glad.
"Jeremie told me it was no crime to forget," Tamiya said remembering a past letter, "he even told me that he slightly envied my position," she said, "not having to be reminded of the past in everyone you see, in every dream you have," she remembered, "I'll keep writing him 'til the day I forget," she declared, "he after all saved me from killing myself," she added remembering how hard it was for her psyche to function after betraying her friends.
Jeremie fell back on the bed. It was 11 pm on a hot night. Sweat ran down his entire body.
A satisfied Abel zipped up his pants.
"I have to admit," Able said, "not even I knew you'd be this good."
Jeremie could only pant. His body completely exhausted.
"You're new but you'll get used to it," Abel said getting up, "tight for the fourth time in a day," he admitted, "but I guess that's good," he said grinning.
Jeremie gave him a thumbs up too exhausted to answer.
Abel burst out laughing.
"I have to admit that when you first let me earlier today," Abel started, "I thought I'd wake up from a dream," he admitted, "but you," he said gently rubbing Jeremie's back, "you're just as sex crazy as I am."
Jeremie turned his head to look at Abel tiredly.
"W…When will you come back?" Jeremie panted.
"Soon," Abel said turning to leave, "unless you find someone else," he insinuated.
Jeremie shook his head.
Abel roared with laughter.
"I guess you like me then," Abel realized, "be good and I'll like you too," he added rubbing Jeremie's head.
"Okay," Jeremie said and rest his head back on the bed.
In seconds he was snoring.
Abel chuckled.
"Guess I have a little mate then," Abel stated and left.
Chapter Completed
Today is September 20, 2007. Sorry about the LATE update. A lot of things including computer problems, a hurricane (yes a hurricane), and being stuck slowed me down. I apologize. Thank you for reading and please review.