Here I lie now, breathing easier now than I would have been if it had not
been for what had happened, what a difference my friends and I had made, or
at least felt we had. It was a new society, one that was more just, one
that had emerged from a society, which had corrupted in its own system.
Here is my story.
Chapter 1 Escape from Torture
It was a typical day at training camp. Then again, perhaps it wasn't just
another day. I remember this one too clearly for it to have been
considered as any other ordinary day. The hot, merciless sun beamed its
rays down on us second class sword fighters, who were all running around
the campsite, literally. This was to practice our endurance, or so it
claimed. Once around would be 5 miles alone. The more laps you ran
consistently in a certain time limit, the more credits you would gain.
Credits helped any fighter out of trouble, so everyone tried to get as many
as they could, even the first class fighters. In some situations, they
would order us to build up and set up equipment around the campsite. We
were obligated to do as we were told, but then, the first class fighters
would take all our rightfully earned credit.
No one would ever find out. Only some police, but they were easily bribed
as long as they were given a satisfying portion. At other times, it would
be the police who picked on the slightest mishap. They'd report it, and
get a good reputation for guarding the site closely. What a load of
phooey. I emphasized that strongly since they had a knack for picking on
me. Even the slightest suspicion of a threat would be reported, and
forever engraved on my permanent record. In fact, I had so many suspicious
reports, my record was probably etched black on the edges by now.
Though they never caught me red-handed, they didn't trust me by natural
instinct. In my opinion, they shouldn't. My friend Terry and I had always
thought the system unfair. To try and ease up our tension, we came up with
crazy ideas on how to justify the system.
"It's too risky," Terry would say.
"Come on, take that chance. Be noticed as an individual who isn't afraid
to stand up for their own beliefs."
With a teasing remark, "The sun's really gotten into you this time, hasn't
"No, not in my head," I defied, "But certainly everywhere else."
I had been out in the sun for such long periods of time everyday; I had
resulted in having an extreme tan. For most people, it could be considered
as severe sunburn. The only part of me that was not affected as much was
my neck, which had been sheltered by my sacrificial black hair, that just
hung slightly below my shoulders.
"You two are always the ones with the unpractical ideas." Kevin smirked.
"When are you actually going to start any of them?"
"Too scared, huh? It's all talk and no walk when it comes to describing
you. Complain, complain, comp-"
"That's it!" I snapped back at him out of anger. You know what? I'm
actually going to execute my plans. We'll see who gets the last word on
Kevin shrugged. He may have been in the exact same class as us, but he
sure had an attitude. He was fairly short of stature and in his early
teens, which was a few years younger than Terry and I. He had a flashy
tattoo of a black dragon on his left arm. His short, spiky hair still had
evidence of red dye, something that the general despised. Be he had gotten
away with it. He was known as a prankster and he had earned that
reputation. If only he wasn't so annoying.
"No walking you three!" The trainer Mace bellowed. "This is the third
time this week. When will you learn? You guys are working overtime
"Thanks a lot, Kevin." I muttered.
"No problem, anytime." Kevin replied with a smile. I swear if it weren't
for all the security and my bad reputation at stake, I would have given him
a piece of my mind. Wait, he claims I don't unleash what I think, so in
this case, he would have won the argument. Why not prove him wrong now?
"Ignore him, Jyll." Terry reminded me, aware of what I had been thinking.
She was always able to calm me down as a caring and patient person. She
was even able to tolerate Kevin's attitude, and that was impressive. I had
had it this time however. I couldn't take it anymore. We were sweaty,
exhausted, and fried from the cruel, unkind sun. Even smart-mouthed Kevin
didn't bother me. The feeling was mutual.
"Terry, let's get out of here. Kevin, are you in?"
"You bet I am. I don't plan on working overtime again. ever."
"We can't leave together. This place is too heavily guarded. If we split
up, we have to go our separate ways. Remember, our goals are the same, to
straighten this unjust society, agreed?"
I didn't like to cope with the idea but I knew she was right. "Agreed."
Kevin nodded without question for a change.
When no one was watching, we hid by one of the fortresses, which was rarely
used. To our luck, the general was having a meeting, of all days. Kevin
saw the perfect opportunity to pull another one of his pranks, humiliating
the general in front of all the members in that meeting. The mischievous
glint was in his eyes. He saw the wonderful possibility. He had some gum,
a few rocks and a slingshot. It would make him a prankster legend.
Despite the temptation, he turned away. We all knew escaping would be much
more worthwhile in the long-term perspective. The general turned to the
window. We ducked and crept out of the area.
In the far distance, I spotted a way out. Currently, the police were
shifting duties, which meant the place was not as closely guarded as usual.
Terry approached closer to the designated escape way. "Hurry up!" She
whispered as loud as she could, "Before they find us." Cautiously, Kevin
and I followed her. Quietly, we tiptoed with every step getting closer to
Not realizing this before, I saw that the sun had cast our shadows long as
it was about to set. The shadows therefore because more noticeable at far
range in distance. Just before I left, I grabbed one of those emergency
"Stop them!" I heard a recognizable voice order. It was Mace's. He was
probably the first one that was on to us when we didn't show up for our
usual overtime. He was a man in his mid twenties. Tall, with a muscular
build, and in very good shape. However, lucky for us, he didn't run a very
far distance. Nevertheless, that didn't matter all too much. There were a
dozen guards chasing after us already.
With the ratio being 4:1, it was not very appealing nor encouraging. It
was too late. The deed had been done. Then, I stated, "Now would be the
time for us to go our separate ways." I barely made out the last few words
while I was gasping for breath.
Terry and Kevin listened, and headed for completely different directions
chosen at random. It didn't really matter which way we went. None of us
knew where we were going anyway. We had been inhabitants of the campsite
for so long, any other place was considered foreign to us.
As the guards gained on me, I reached by my belt to grab my blade, only to
discover that it was missing. Darn, I must have dropped it back at the
training camp. I thought. I compromised and went to plan B: Run and hide.
There were no obstacles in sight, until I came across the prisoners'
fence, the one that I had heard about. It was known as the bounds of doom
or no escape. It had not been exaggerated. This was no ordinary fence.
This was made of the strongest material you could find, impossible to cut,
molded into thin wires. The fence was also set 50 feet high, to ensure
that no one would ever escape. "Surrender now, there's no way out." One
of the two remaining guards told me. Unconvinced, I started to climb. It
was a daring one of anyone to attempt. In the desperate situation I was
in, I had no other choice. Getting caught with a record like mine was
deadly. I would sooner commit suicide than return to camp and face the
consequences. For now, I wasn't going to give up without a good fight. I
no longer looked back, only ahead. My hands were sore and close to
bleeding from gripping onto the thin yet very strong wiring.
"Give it up. You know you won't make it."
"I-"gasping for breath, "beg to differ." I continued climbing. I was
almost there. 'Just a little more. I can do this. I thought. Even the
guards who were after me had started to slow down. They knew they weren't
going to catch me in time, so one of them whispered something in the
other's ear. The fence shook when they jumped down from it. Had they
given up? It didn't seem like what they would usually do.
My line of thought was interrupted by the unstable fence shaking vigorously
back and forth. My sore hands gripped on as hard as they could for dear
life. Glancing down, I saw the root of my problem. The guards were trying
to make me fall off. It was working. My feet lost their place leaving me
dangling by my already worn out hands.
"Keep it up! She'll fall off soon!" One of the guards called in an
encouraging tone to the other. I heard him very clearly. He probably
intended for me to. Gamesmanship I thought. I wouldn't give in. It was
only a matter of inches before I reached the top. Blood ran down from my
swollen fingers and rolled down my arms. Trying the best I could, I
clenched my fingers into a fist. They no longer listened. They were too
tired to. I knew I had to get my feet back on the wiring to support the
weight of my body. Barely, just barely, I managed to pull my left foot in
place. Then I pulled my right foot over.
Now, I tried to use my feet more, since my hands were numb from pain. It
worked. I only need a few more steps. As soon as the top of the fence was
within my grasp, I grabbed it with my hand. The feeling of satisfaction
was not there like I would have expected. My numb hand felt a tingling
sensation of a sting from the fence top. It was made of metal and the sun
had preheated it for me all throughout the day, how thoughtful.
Anyway, I had to hurry. At the rate they were shaking the fence, I would
soon lose balance hurling down to my death. Quickly, I swung myself over
on the other side. Then, I felt a huge sway from the fence, and it was one
I could not counter. I could no longer withstand the violent, perpetual
motion of the fence, which shook me off and sent me flying into the air.
I'm doomed. I thought.
"THUD!" Was I dead? Now if I was thinking. I still felt extreme pain.
Conclusion: I was alive! My eyes opened to rejoice, only to close again
because of the blinding sunlight. Once I eventually got back on my feet, I
noticed that the emergency supply sack had miraculously broken my fall,
something I had to be thankful for.
The guards didn't bother to follow me to the other side. They had left. I
had made it. However, a major problem was that I was completely on my own,
and was also completely clueless when it came to my whereabouts. But that
did not matter at the moment. I had escaped, accomplishing the first part
of my goal.