~ This whole story was originally an assignment for school. Even though I put it under The Giver, it has almost no relation, but I was highly influenced by the story. I don't have any of the characters of The Giver in this story, but I did get "Elsewhere" from it.
~* Chapter 2: Intro continued *~
People shamelessly stared at me. Their eyes dilated in disbelief, amazement and some with curiosity, as if I were an interesting but that happened to land on their sterilized liquid canister.
I stared right back at them, silently daring them to admonish of pity me. Jovada bustled hurriedly ahead of me, as if in a race to get of our Family Quarters. She never looked to either side, but instead tremulously clasped and unclasped her fiberglass, cloth purse, looking in it again and again, as if afraid that something had fallen out in the few steps she had taken.
I knew she was worried about me. The punishment rendered by the Supreme Judges had even stunned me. Even I had expected a few sessions with the Phycs, of Brian Docs, as they were called.
They were the people who walked around with long, black cloaks. They never smiled. Their gloomy, billowing clothes and intent faces gave them the impression of a phantom, floating among the crowds. Many people were uneasy around them. Cran, himself, had shown signs of displeasure when a Phyc had shook his hand.
Phycs were powerful people. They had the gift of sight, not only physical, but mental as well. They could some how impose themselves in your head, and some say, impose a lot more, such as their thoughts. Some said that they had been controlled by a Phyc, that they had to bend to their every whim. Others were convinced that the Phycs were descendents of warlocks.
These radicals were quickly silenced, either by a year of brain wraps or they just disappeared. No one dared discuss his or her mysterious fall from society. The Aarion Elders strictly forbid any such talk.
The Aarion Elders were talking about a new, improved Aarion, a utopia, where all impurities would be washed away. They had already issued new decrees that punished offenders more severely and set up the JS's Commune. They also reinstated torture by brain wraps.
No one knows much about the Aarion Elders. There have been plenty of roomers going around for years. A popular one is that the Aarion Elders aren't even human. There has never been a report of an Elder dying in the 78 zurgs they had led us in peace.
The abrupt lack of stares press upon me made me look up. We were here…