(Chapter One)
(Chapter Two)
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Leo.
The truck rocked with motion as it drove along. Leo sat in the back, dressed in the grey fatigues the soldiers had given him. It was dark inside, even with the lights switched on. The poor lighting gave the vehicle a gloomy feeling, one that Leo didn’t necessarily agree with. He was alive, and the soldiers had said they’d help him. This was a notable step-up in conditions from twenty minutes ago, when he had been expecting to be shot. His current non-naked status also gave him cause to celebrate.
Two metal benches ran down each side of the truck’s interior. Leo was sat on one and two soldiers were sat on the other. Private Rasoon and Private Jaffe. Rasoon wore a scowl, whilst Jaffe’s face seemed to be almost permanently neutral. Leo had been staring across at them, and they at him, for the full five or so minutes they’d been in the truck together, but so far no one had said anything. It was an awkward silence, but one that didn’t bother Leo. Let them feel awkward. It was a small revenge for being shot at by one of their comrades.
Jaffe began humming a tune to himself. The sound was almost drowned out by the growl of the truck’s engine, which was loud even in the back. Leo idly wondered if it was meant to be that noisy.
‘Damnit guys, someone say something,’ Jaffe said eventually. ‘You, kid: how are you feeling?’
Lost and alone, Leo thought. ‘I’m just fine,’ he said.
‘“Just fine,”’ Jaffe repeated. ‘I wouldn’t be in your place. I’d be crapping myself, I really would.’
Leo looked at him. ‘Thanks for reassuring me,’ he said. He hoped the sarcasm would deter any further attempts at conversation.
The soldier continued anyway. ‘I mean, you’re going to be okay. It’s just that, in your position, I wouldn’t be coping as well as you. You really do have some balls.’
‘Yes,’ Leo said, ‘you saw them.’
Rasoon sniggered.
‘See?’ Jaffe said. ‘You can even make jokes and stuff. Man.’
Leo looked at him. ‘Right. Whatever. I think you might be overplaying this a little.’
Jaffe shook his head, defiant. ‘No, no I’m not.’
‘Yes, you are,’ disagreed Rasoon.
‘Well, maybe a little. But that’s just because he’s - well, you know.’
Leo didn’t know. He looked from Jaffe to Rasoon, whose scowl still hadn’t left his face. ‘Because of what?’ Leo asked.
Rasoon said, ‘Ever since he saw you naked he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. Poor kid.’
‘No, that’s not it,’ Jaffe said.
‘Hey, I don’t blame you. If I saw me naked, I’d have the hots for me too,’ Leo said, with a humour he didn’t feel. ‘It’s inevitable. I’m just that good looking.’
‘The kid is brave after all,’ Rasoon said.
‘Yeah, shut up,’ Jaffe sniffed.
The truck bumped and rumbled its way along. The jolts weren’t doing Leo any favours, nor was the unpadded metal bench. He shifted into a more comfortable position. ‘Okay, so how long until we get to wherever it is we’re going?’
‘It shouldn’t be more than another five minutes until we to get to the Fort,’ Jaffe said.
‘Idiot,’ Rasoon growled. ‘You weren’t meant to tell him anything.’
‘What? What did I tell him?’
‘You just told him were we’re going.’
‘Hey, he’ll be there in five minutes,’ Jaffe said. ‘It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter if he finds out now.’
‘Yeah,’ Leo agreed, ‘it’s nothing.’
Rasoon’s scowl deepened. ‘That’s not the point. You disobeyed your orders.’
Jaffe apparently had nothing to say to that. He frowned, but didn’t say anything. Rasoon relaxed back again. No one said anything for a while.
Then Jaffe said, ‘Well, “anything” is a very broad subject. What are we allowed to talk about in front of him?’
‘Nothing,’ said Rasoon. ‘Nothing. Just shut up and be quiet.’
‘But-’
Rasoon’s closed his eyes and put his fingers to his temples. ‘Just shut up,’ he growled. ‘Just shut up, or I swear to Hell I’ll rip your tongue out.’
Jaffe looked almost shocked for a moment, and then leant back, arms crossed, his initial neutral expression again pasted on his face. He made no effort to reply, only stared fixedly ahead.
‘Well,’ Leo decided to say, ‘that wasn’t very nice.’
True to Jaffe’s word, around five minutes later the truck slowed to a halt. Rasoon opened the door and led Leo out, Jaffe trailing behind them. Even though they had only been in there barely for ten minutes, they emerged from the back of the vehicle like long-term prisoners from a dungeon, shrinking from the light.
Jaffe had described their destination as a fort, and Leo could kind of see how that was so. A granite wall rose nearby, its featureless face twice as tall as Leo. He could see a lone soldier walking atop it.
They appeared to be in a parking area. There were many other identical trucks parked there too, rows and rows of them. As Leo clambered out, he could see two buildings, both of them tall and long and beige. Only one of them had windows that he could see, but the glare of the sun prevented him from seeing into them.
Waiting to meet them was a lone solider. He stood tall in the sunny weather, but seemed altogether out of place in it. His stern, almost skeletal appearance had no right to exist so painlessly in the sun. ‘Good day, young man. Welcome to Fort Euphra.’ The man held out his hand to Leo. ‘I am Lieutenant-Colonel Haart.’
Leo shook the Lieutenant-Colonel’s hand once he was fully out the truck. ‘Leo Thornton.’
‘Very good,’ the officer intoned. ‘I hope you’ve been treated well by my men?’
‘I was getting on with them all fine and dandy until one of them, you know, shot at me.’
The Lieutenant-Colonel frowned. ‘Of course, I’d heard about that. You have my sincerest apologises for the incident.’
‘Hey, no worries,’ Leo said.
‘So,’ the Lieutenant-Colonel said, his eyes peering intently at Leo, ‘you’re okay?’
‘I’m just fine.’
‘Not scared? Not in shock?’ The Lieutenant Colonel raised his eyebrows. ‘Not even unsettled?’
‘No.’ Leo frowned. ‘Well, I wasn’t. Should I be?’
The Lieutenant-Colonel smiled. The expression only made his face look even more skull-like. ‘No, not at all. It’s good that you’re okay.’ The smiled disappeared as fast as it had appeared. ‘And I’d also like to say that the solider that shot at you will be attending a court-martial for his actions.’
‘Great,’ Leo said. ‘Good to know. Awesome. But, what happens now?’
‘If you’ll just follow me, I’ll see if we can’t find a room for you to stay in.’ The Lieutenant-Colonel began to turn away, but stopped when he saw that Leo made no move to follow him.
‘A room? I don’t need a room,’ Leo said. ‘I just need to get back home.’ He had assumed that the soldiers would contact his parents so they could come pick him up. Being given a room meant that the Lieutenant-Colonel was expecting Leo to be staying at the Fort for a while, perhaps even for several days, an idea that he didn’t like.
‘Things aren’t that simple, I’m afraid,’ the Lieutenant-Colonel said.
‘Sure they are: I give you my phone number, you ring my parents, and they come pick me up. Simple.’
‘Mister Thornton, you were found in a restricted military area. We need to ask you some questions and undertake a full investigation into the matter.’
Leo raised both his hands in a careless shrug. ‘So ask me. I’ll tell you right here and now whatever you like.’
‘Not here.’ The Lieutenant-Colonel frowned. ‘In my office, then. Come on, follow me.’ He spun on his heel and marched away, this time not waiting to see if Leo would follow him.
‘Sir?’ called out Jaffe. ‘Sir, what do we do?’
The Lieutenant-Colonel didn’t look back as he answered. ‘Find a bunk each and wait. I’ll issue you both fresh orders soon.’
‘Great,’ Jaffe muttered. He looked at Leo. ‘Are you going to follow him or what?’
Leo turned, and followed the Lieutenant-Colonel’s footsteps. ‘Apparently so,’ he said to himself. He didn’t run, but he had to walk at a fast pace to make up the distance between himself and the officer.
The Lieutenant-Colonel was walking towards one of the buildings. Leo caught up with him as he reached the door. It slid open automatically as they approached. ‘This way, Mister Thornton,’ the Lieutenant-Colonel said, glancing at Leo.
‘Great,’ said Leo.
They were in a long, curving corridor. The complete lack of windows and the dull, artificial lights running across the ceiling created the impression that there were actually underground, with the crushing weight of the world above their heads.
The Lieutenant-Colonel led the way, turning left and striding down the corridor. Along the right-hand wall were numbered doors, all closed. They didn’t meet anyone, although one of the doors they passed had stifled music leaking from beyond it.
Their footsteps echoed in the corridor as they walked. Around the next bend, the corridor ended and was replaced by another door. The Lieutenant-Colonel led Leo through it, and suddenly they had left behind the gloominess of the corridor.
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Author Notes:
-- Chapter Three, as posted here, is only half of the actual Chapter Three. The entire thing is too long to post up in one go. I’ll post up the second half later as Chapter Four.
-- The ending is so abrupt because it’s only the first half of the actual chapter. There’s an undue amount of emphasis placed on the last line that really shouldn’t be there.
-- As with the first two chapters, the above is only a first draft. It'll be edited quite heavily once I've finished the entire first draft. Of course, I'll refer back to any suggestions you give when it comes to editing this.
-- In particular, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the dialogue. (It’s awful, I know. Any suggestions?) But as always, all advice, suggestions and thoughts are equally welcome. =)
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Chapter Four.
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