Hooray! Another chapter! And much sooner this time. Thanks for all the reviews. I'm having just as much fun as you are. Time to get really wrong (evil chuckle).
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K.N.D in the W.M.A.
Chapter 3: The Kids of Treasure Cove
"Let's just get their little book so that we can get out of here," Mark said as he and his wife followed the White Line to the darkened park.
"I don't think you're dealing with these kids the right way," Linda told him.
"I told you I don't like kids," Mark snapped. "And I really don't care right now. I just want to get to my job interview."
They came upon a large statue and were horrified at the sight. There were the bodies of a couple of children at the foot of the statue, a book sitting on each side of the line. Mark picked up the book on the Treasure Cove side.
"Oh no," Linda suddenly gasped. He whipped around to see an army of young children, recognizing them as the "Kindergartners" they had encountered earlier. Now they were really cornered.
"Um…" Mark stuttered. "The dumb kid made me do it."
The children pounced on them, screaming insanely.
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The couple awoke inside a dusty, cluttered, and broken-down building surrounded by grimy children wearing objects as armor. A bon fire in the room was the only light source. The children stalked closer, chanting "play with us. Play." The couple squirmed against their bindings to get away, but there was nowhere to go.
"That's enough!" someone of British dialect had yelled. A boy wearing the same kind of make-shift armor dropped from the top of a pile of boxes and debris. The children fell silent and moved away. The boy appeared older than the rest, though not too much. The expression in his eyes could not be seen because of the dark glasses that obstructed them from view.
"Sorry about that," he said. "Kindergartners aren't well mannered."
"What is going on here? Why are you doing this?" Mark groaned as he found himself in yet another situation involving wild kids.
"Why are you helping the Dumb Ass?" an African American girl of the same age donning an over-sized hat asked suspiciously.
"Who?"
"The Dumb Ass! The Mayor!"
"Please," Mark begged. "He said that if we get your book then he'd give us a phone."
"Well you were fooled," the boy told them. "We're the only ones with the working phone. And if you give him our book, then it is one of us that dies at Carousel tonight."
"How did this happen?" Linda asked. "How is it that you don't have any parents?"
"It was like this yesterday," the boy explained. "And the day before that. And then the day before that."
"And before that?" Mark questioned.
"You mean the Before Time? In the Long, Long Ago?" the girl confirmed.
"The Before Time," the boy said softly. "Abby, gather the others," he said. "I'm going to tell 'the story'."
"Hey everyone!" Abby announced. "Nigel's gonna tell the story of the Before Time again!"
"The Before Time! The Before Time!" the children cheered and gathered around the couple, still bound by ropes, to listen. Nigel held a flaming torch, illuminating the wall where a group of stick figures had been drawn.
"In the Before Time, in the Long, Long Ago, kids and adults lived together fairly well, but the Birth Givers' laws were more thanoften times unfair," Nigel moved the flame to a drawing of a clock and then an odd looking vegetable, " making us go to bed early and eat Brussels Sprouts."
"Yuck, yuck, yuck," the children chanted along with the story.
"Though we fought long and hard against the tyrannical adults, there still seemed to be no end in sight. But then the Dumb Ass discovered a way to get rid of the parents with the magic 'M' word," he moved the light to a drawing of a large "M".
"Mmmmmmmm," the children hummed.
"Soon we were without power, water, and fresh food, but we tried to survive under the guidance… of the Provider," he brought the light over to a stick figure sketch of the statue in the park.
"Provider! Provider!" the children chanted.
"We and the Dumb Ass disagreed on how to worship the Provider, so to make us follow his way he made himself the principal. Then we made ourselves the Superintendents of Schools. But then he made himself the mayor. The town divided up, and this angered the Provider." He moved to another drawing of the statue, only it looked angry. "So to appease the Provider, we hold an event called Carousel where we sacrifice a kid in hopes that one day things can return to the way they used to be in the Before Time, in the Long, Long Ago."
"So if we get their book, then you'll give us a phone?" Mark asked.
"Correct," Nigel said. "No foolies."
"No foolies," the children repeated.
PS: I don't really think Wally's a dumb ass. It's a time of conflict, you know? (evil snicker)
