A/N: The next chapter is here! The length of this Chapter is about the length I want to make every Chapter. The prologue was of course intentionally short. As for the amount of time it took for me to do this chapter it was mostly a case of not having the time to write.

ANP Productions: Thanks, I'm glad that my story appeals to you. I hope you like the direction I'm going to be taking this, The OC will not be unnamed for much longer and the entire story WILL be from the OC's point of view.

flamingshield: actually it's not, Canada before WW1 was pretty unknown. They had yet to "prove" themselves to the world. You got to remember people in Columbia worship the founding fathers of America like gods. Canadians have nothing to do with the founding fathers. America even tried to invade Canada and take it from the British during the War of 1812. In 1912, normal America is fine with Canada, Columbia would not be.

Now on the Story

Chapter 2: the 1912 Raffle and Fair

"Wake up, all of you, wake up" I heard the guards yelling as they walked swiftly up and down the hallways of the cell block banging their batons over the bars of the cells, making as much noise as possible. I got up and sat off the side of the bed which consisted of nothing more than a stiff metal frame and a thin layer of straw on top. I happened to have a cell that had a small window; I moved my hands through my short brown hair sort of combing it then looked at the window and saw very little light coming in past the bars. I made an estimate that it had to be about four in the morning.

Anyone who disobeyed any orders was put into these cells as a form of punishment in that they are only ever considered last when it comes to work. Mr. Fink pays you based on the work you do, more dangerous work means more pay. The "pay" however is not Silver Eagles like the rest of Columbia; payment from Mr. Fink is credit which you then can spend in his Company Store. The only thing worth buying from the company store though is food. The guards are ordered only to bring a small amount of food to a worker if they haven't been able to work for a few days, simply so the worker won't die.

Being the day of the raffle seemed to put everyone in a good mood however since guards were passing around fresh apples regardless of when the last meal was. Even we in the cells were getting an apple. Despite the nice gesture, the day of the raffle was a day where workers followed orders to the letter. Punishment is known to be extremely harsh with disobedient workers being sent to the Fraternal Order of the Ravens. No one knows what happens to them afterwards though everyone only assumes the worst.

A guard finally got to my cell he whistled to get my attention and tossed in an apple. I caught it and took a bite into it right away. For the next few minutes I solely focused on eating the apple not noticing the warden standing in front of my cell. He caught my attention when he started counting down from five."5", I looked up at the warden.

"4….3….2….1" he said looking down at his pocket watch he held in his hand. "Your time in these cells is over, Mr. Fink needs more hands helping to set up the raffle" he said as he unlocked the cell. I stood up and walked out of the cell. The entire time he was staring into my brown eyes as if he was checking to see if I grateful for being let out. I ignored the warden and started walking to the exit; a few guards were behind me escorting me out. As I walked I could hear cursing from the other inmates wondering why I was being let out and not them. Truth is I don't even know why I was being released and why I was the only one. Perhaps it was God that decided I be let out but that wouldn't make sense even though I was born Christian I stopped believing a long time ago.

Outside the prison building there was a work barge waiting to pick me up. As I approached it I could see a bunch of other workers already on it most likely all heading to work on the raffle. I stepped on the barge and immediately started looking for anyone I knew. As the barge pulled away from the prison building I noticed one of my friends sitting on a small crate near the front of the raised crew cabin. I approached him slowly having to make my way past the large amount of passengers onboard. When I got there he was talking to some of the other passengers and I thought I heard him mention something about the False Shepherd, I put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention, "Did just hear something about the False Shepherd" I said in a hushed tone. He looked at me and had a surprised look on his face, he was the friend I tried to glance at in that line, probably thought I was dead by now. "Kevin! Thought ya were a goner but I'm glad to see they can't keep ya down" My friend said in his light Irish accent as we shook hands. He did think I was dead. "Hello to you too Jeremy, now about this False Shepherd" I responded, curious to hear what information he had.

I had met Jeremy McGrath in the Graveyard Shift bar in shantytown. A drunken patron started walking around and was mouthing off the Vox Populi. He was also going to everyone and asking for their opinion on the Vox all while ignoring the bartender's demands to leave. The drunken patron was getting very frustrated as most people ignored him and the ones that did reply had positives to say about the Vox. The drunken patron approached me from behind and asked my opinion. I ignored him like others did but that sent the patron over the edge and he pulled a knife to try and stab me. Right after the patron revealed the knife, Jeremy who was sitting beside me to my left was watching the whole situation. He knocked the patron out with right hook to the jaw. I had spun around on the bar stool after hearing the punch and the patron's yelp and saw the patron on the ground with a knife near his hand. Jeremy muttered a "your welcome" and went back to his drink. I offered to buy him another beer and we started talking. I found out he was a member of the Vox Populi and that his role was an informant. I had helped him out a few times gathering information after that and he offered to have me join the Vox I refused however as the Vox was currently more like a gang and not really a big civilian movement. They had few members and even fewer weapons. If the Vox ever became a revolution maybe I would Join at that point.

"The False Shepherd is arriving in the city today" Jeremy said in a low voice. I knew he was a good informant but this was absurd, where could he have gotten this information. "Do you have proof? That's a pretty bold statement" I said. He smirked "For something this big? Of course", he reached into the pocket of his overalls and pulled out what looked like a telegram card. He handed it to me. It was from Comstock himself to the police commissioner. It read:

Have all police on alert – STOP,

False Shepherd Arrives today – STOP,

Unknown time or location of Arrival

-Comstock

The telegram was dated for today, July 6th, 1912.

I had a surprised look, "where did you get this and how?" I asked. "You are talking to a master informant! I find your lack of faith disturbing" Jeremy said in a not very loud but prideful voice "But very well I will tell you, I got it from…" Jeremy was cut off by a guard on the loudspeaker getting everyone's attention. We had arrived to the location of the raffle and were told to disembark. As I stepped off the barge I was pulled aside by a guard while everyone else moved ahead and lined up. It was now about 7 in the morning and I could see the guard clearly in the sunlight. There was nothing special about this guard; I was wondering now why he pulled me aside. He probably was just here to escort me somewhere. "Let me see your arm" the guard said trying to sound tough. "Ok" I said with a nervous expression to play along. Every worker had a brand burned into the arm of their choice. This brand was a designation number that replaced your name while in Finks Custody. The fact that it was burned in was so if a worker happened to escape they could be found and returned. It was also a personal reminder to the worker. My designation was CN-288. "You are going to be part of the backstage crew again this year, you know where the stage is?" the guard said still in a tough voice. "I remember" I said and the guard gestured I walk in front of him to the location of the stage.

The backstage crew is personally chosen by Mr. Fink. The people in the backstage crew get to personally set up and witness what the raffle consists of. Mr. Fink uses it as a form of punishment and demoralization for any workers that get chosen. This will be my third time in the backstage crew. I know Mr. Fink keeps putting me in because I turned down his offer to become his head of security. Mr. Fink offered it saying that he knew about my past down below and I would make an excellent head of security. I refused knowing what someone with my past would be doing in that kind of job.

I arrived at the location of the stage and was told to start helping set up. By the time we were finished it was around noon from what I could tell. There was lots of noise around now from the various fair concessions set up, people celebrating and fireworks going off. I was behind the curtains of the stage and could hear a large amount of people just on the other side. The workers in the back of the stage with me were setting up the "Grand Prize" of the raffle. This year's grand prize was an interracial couple that was going to get pelted by baseballs. The male was white and the female was African they both had fear in their eyes. I was not sure if they knew what was happening or didn't know. Mr. Fink came in through the back entrance. He walked past us and onto the stage. The backstage crew could hear the crowd getting anxious as Mr. Fink appeared. They were eager to start.

Mr. Fink got the crowd singing to rile them up and give anyone who hadn't quite got there yet a little more time to arrive. The bride started balling but was quickly shushed and comforted by the workers. Finally Mr. Fink announced that the raffle had started, everyone out there was cheering. "Bring me the bowl!" I heard Mr. Fink say followed by some remark about the bowl carrier being the prettiest young white girl in Columbia. "And the winner is number 77!" From the backstage it sounded like the crowd located their winner pretty quickly. "Congratulations! First Throw!" I heard Mr. Fink say.

I pulled the lever I was beside and the curtains came up and the grand prize moved out onto the stage. I heard Mr. Fink direct a wedding chant as the grand prize was front and center on the stage. I peered out onto the crowd and saw what looked like their winner. He was an older man who looked close to his forties; he had brown hair and green eyes. He had a 5 o'clock shadow despite it not being 5 o'clock. His clothes were different than everyone else's clothes in Columbia they didn't look poor but they weren't upper class either. He had a confused expression on his face. I could tell he was different, anyone else would be happy to have first throw. The man's expression went from confusion to anger when Mr. Fink started taunting him about not throwing. He muttered something and wound up for the throw while staring at Mr. Fink. This was going to be amusing I thought expecting Mr. Fink to take the baseball instead of the couple. Just when the man was going to throw two police officers grabbed him and revealed to everyone that this man was the False Shepherd.

I saw Mr. Fink bend down on the stage and start talking to the False Shepherd. "Where'd you get that brand boy? Don't you know that makes you the back stabbing snake in the grass False Shepherd?" Mr. Fink raised his arms up and out and motioned to the crowd "And we ain't letting no False Shepherd into our flock! Show em what we got planned boys!" Mr. Fink said before he walked off stage and stormed past us and out the backstage entrance. One police officer had a handheld mechanism that he was moving closer to the False Shepherd. They were going to slice the False Shepherds skull open with a rotating three-pronged hook device called the Skyhook. The False Shepherd threw the ball he still had in his hand straight up to distract one of the police officers. He then pushed the distracted police officers head into the Skyhook with gruesome results. The crowd was now screaming and running from the bloody scene as more police officers arrived. The False Shepherd retrieved the skyhook out of the dead policeman's skull and used the skyhook as a weapon, killing three more police officers.

While I was watching what was happening outside I didn't notice police officers come into the stage area to escort workers of the backstage crew out. "Out the back now!" I heard one police officer say to me. I turned to see 4 police officers approaching me with Batons ready in hand. I had two choices at this point Jump off the stage to where the False Shepherd is or let the police officers capture me. I didn't want to go back so I pulled the lever for the Heavy curtains to come down and ran to the edge of the stage and jumped off before they closed. the heavy curtains would force the police officers to go around. When I landed the False Shepherd had his back to me but I must have scared him because he quickly turned around with his skyhook raised in the sky ready to strike. He stopped himself when he saw I wasn't police. He lowered his skyhook and looked around checking for more police. He turned back to me, "you just almost died, Kid". I formed a slight smile "Kid? Sure why not, but I assume after you get the Lamb out of the tower you're going to try and get off the city". The False Shepherd nodded "Correct, but how do you know" he said. "I've seen the signs, I'm coming with you, I know how to fight and use firearms I'm –"I was cut off when we heard more police officers arriving to the area. The False Shepherd walked over to some stairs leading out of the stage area "You can fight, that'll do, Lets go" He said as he motioned for me to follow him.

"So what's your name kid?" The False Shepherd asked.

"Kevin Miller, yours?" I responded.

"Booker DeWitt" The False Shepherd replied.

A/N: I am saying this now, I have actually no timetable for when the next Chapter will be up. I also don't want to constrict myself with a timetable and try and rush chapters. So the next Chapter will be up when I feel its be put up