Well, thanks to my one reviewer, here's the second chapter. I guess not
many people like my story. Oh well, I like it, so I'll continue it for at
least another chapter, so here it is.
For disclaimer see first chapter.
Chapter 2
Finally, two hours before dawn he fell asleep, only to be awakened three hours later by a piercing scream of "Roach!!! Get up!!" as one of the many disciplinarians passed his door. She didn't even stop to look in on him. It wasn't her problem if her didn't get up. He'd be the one in trouble, not her.
Letting out an inaudible groan, the boy, Roach got up. He had to get up today. If he didn't, not only would he be left without food, but also he'd get a whipping to boot. Most days nobody cared whether he ate or not, but on this particular day, a couple was coming to the orphanage to look at him. He used to get excited at the prospect of being adopted. He used to try his best to please his possible parents, but they always turned him down, and so he stopped trying. There was no point wasting his breath on it, really.
Still, he hauled his ass out of bed, got dressed, ran his fingers through his hair, and went to the mess hall.
He sat alone. For a while he had tried to have friends, but all of the decent kids eventually either turned into assholes or got adopted. The rest were whiny pains in the ass to begin with, so he didn't bother talking to them. The food was okay though. The one thing this place didn't do was starve them. True, every kid in the place was skinnier than he ought to be, but nobody outright starved. They were having scrambled eggs. They were too runny, but overall decent.
Finishing, he got up from the table, and made his over to 'The Office', where he would meet the next batch of 'parents'.
Getting to the door, he saw Jonah there. He was a good guy, always an optimist. Sometimes he too was a pain, but who wasn't. Roach tried not to wince as Jonah clapped him on the back in greeting.
"Hey Roach," he said. " Maybe this time, eh?"
"Yeah, right." was Roach's reply. He didn't feel like being rude, but he wasn't in the mood for pointless conversation. He just wanted to get it over with.
He knocked. Ms. Watts, the biggest bitch he'd ever met, and also the director of the orphanage opened the door, and let him in.
"Good morning," she said in a painfully cheerful voice. "Come in Jaesom. Meet Mr. and Mrs. Locklem." She nodded towards the elderly couple inside the room.
The pair stared at him, calculating. 'Here we go' thought Roach.
The Bitch settled into her huge, ugly chair, and started. Everything went just as he had expected. They asked him a whole bunch of empty, bullshit questions, and he gave answers that were equally empty and bullshit. He spaced out, his mind wandering back to Morpheus as the monotonous conversation dragged on.
Finally, after an hour of mind numbing questions, they were done.
"It was nice speaking with you, Jaesom," said Mr. Locklem, getting up to shake his hand. He had a strong grip. Roach just barely restrained a scream of pain as Mr. Locklem vigorously shook his sprained wrist, dislocating it. He said nothing though.
They walked out.
He ran.
He stumbled into his room, and tried to fix his wrist. The joint popped back into place with an audible click.
He spent the rest of the day in his room, staring at the ceiling, remembering, or trying to at least. The Bitch had called him Jaesom. As one point that had been his name. He had been Jaesom Lotner. His mother had called him Jae. That was one of the few things he remembered about her. So, when had Jae turned into Roach? At what point had Jaesom become the name he was called when his actual name seemed too inappropriate?
It got dark, and with the darkness came the time to work. With the ease that came from years of nights of practice, Roach picked the lock to the computer lab. He didn't bother using in the day when he was allowed to. There was nothing he could do with all those disciplinarians breathing down his neck.
It hurt his wrist to type, but he worked in silence for about 40 minutes, before his screen went black. Roach blinked, and as he did, letters appeared on the screen. He leaned in.
'Orphan', they said. 'Do you want to know?'
'Y,' he typed.
'Wait. Sleep. Soon the Truth will come for you. Let it come.'
Before Roach could register what had happened, the screen flashed, and the computer began to restart.
He watched for a few seconds, dazed. Then he hit the power button, rendering the machine lifeless.
"Morpheus," he whispered. Morpheus was coming for him. Quietly, Roach went back to his room. He could think there. He didn't need to get caught two nights in a row.
It would hurt a lot more if he were.
He lay in bed, restless. All he had to do now was wait.
His answers would come. He knew it now.
Well, there's my second chapter. I've finally gotten to the actual plot. Please review!!! Please?
For disclaimer see first chapter.
Chapter 2
Finally, two hours before dawn he fell asleep, only to be awakened three hours later by a piercing scream of "Roach!!! Get up!!" as one of the many disciplinarians passed his door. She didn't even stop to look in on him. It wasn't her problem if her didn't get up. He'd be the one in trouble, not her.
Letting out an inaudible groan, the boy, Roach got up. He had to get up today. If he didn't, not only would he be left without food, but also he'd get a whipping to boot. Most days nobody cared whether he ate or not, but on this particular day, a couple was coming to the orphanage to look at him. He used to get excited at the prospect of being adopted. He used to try his best to please his possible parents, but they always turned him down, and so he stopped trying. There was no point wasting his breath on it, really.
Still, he hauled his ass out of bed, got dressed, ran his fingers through his hair, and went to the mess hall.
He sat alone. For a while he had tried to have friends, but all of the decent kids eventually either turned into assholes or got adopted. The rest were whiny pains in the ass to begin with, so he didn't bother talking to them. The food was okay though. The one thing this place didn't do was starve them. True, every kid in the place was skinnier than he ought to be, but nobody outright starved. They were having scrambled eggs. They were too runny, but overall decent.
Finishing, he got up from the table, and made his over to 'The Office', where he would meet the next batch of 'parents'.
Getting to the door, he saw Jonah there. He was a good guy, always an optimist. Sometimes he too was a pain, but who wasn't. Roach tried not to wince as Jonah clapped him on the back in greeting.
"Hey Roach," he said. " Maybe this time, eh?"
"Yeah, right." was Roach's reply. He didn't feel like being rude, but he wasn't in the mood for pointless conversation. He just wanted to get it over with.
He knocked. Ms. Watts, the biggest bitch he'd ever met, and also the director of the orphanage opened the door, and let him in.
"Good morning," she said in a painfully cheerful voice. "Come in Jaesom. Meet Mr. and Mrs. Locklem." She nodded towards the elderly couple inside the room.
The pair stared at him, calculating. 'Here we go' thought Roach.
The Bitch settled into her huge, ugly chair, and started. Everything went just as he had expected. They asked him a whole bunch of empty, bullshit questions, and he gave answers that were equally empty and bullshit. He spaced out, his mind wandering back to Morpheus as the monotonous conversation dragged on.
Finally, after an hour of mind numbing questions, they were done.
"It was nice speaking with you, Jaesom," said Mr. Locklem, getting up to shake his hand. He had a strong grip. Roach just barely restrained a scream of pain as Mr. Locklem vigorously shook his sprained wrist, dislocating it. He said nothing though.
They walked out.
He ran.
He stumbled into his room, and tried to fix his wrist. The joint popped back into place with an audible click.
He spent the rest of the day in his room, staring at the ceiling, remembering, or trying to at least. The Bitch had called him Jaesom. As one point that had been his name. He had been Jaesom Lotner. His mother had called him Jae. That was one of the few things he remembered about her. So, when had Jae turned into Roach? At what point had Jaesom become the name he was called when his actual name seemed too inappropriate?
It got dark, and with the darkness came the time to work. With the ease that came from years of nights of practice, Roach picked the lock to the computer lab. He didn't bother using in the day when he was allowed to. There was nothing he could do with all those disciplinarians breathing down his neck.
It hurt his wrist to type, but he worked in silence for about 40 minutes, before his screen went black. Roach blinked, and as he did, letters appeared on the screen. He leaned in.
'Orphan', they said. 'Do you want to know?'
'Y,' he typed.
'Wait. Sleep. Soon the Truth will come for you. Let it come.'
Before Roach could register what had happened, the screen flashed, and the computer began to restart.
He watched for a few seconds, dazed. Then he hit the power button, rendering the machine lifeless.
"Morpheus," he whispered. Morpheus was coming for him. Quietly, Roach went back to his room. He could think there. He didn't need to get caught two nights in a row.
It would hurt a lot more if he were.
He lay in bed, restless. All he had to do now was wait.
His answers would come. He knew it now.
Well, there's my second chapter. I've finally gotten to the actual plot. Please review!!! Please?