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1 through F › Children of the Corn
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,886
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Children of the Corn, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Broken Arrow
Hey! Yes, this is a repost because me, being the impatient person that I am, forgot to read the fine print. Sorry if me being stupid caused any trouble and thank you so very much for giving me the heads up on what I needed to fix!
Alright, once again, there is nothing I would love more than constructive crit! So please read and review to your hearts content!
Enjoy!
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Heart thudding in her chest, Rebecca raced up the wooden staircase of her house. Well, what used to be her house, she mused, no one had houses after the rebellion. Heavy leather boots pounded up oak stairs as the faded blue fabric of her skirt swished around her legs. Reaching the top, she dashed down the familiar hallway and burst through the door of what was once the master bedroom.
“Gabe!” she exclaimed, breathless. “How many times have I told you? If Malachi catches you who knows what he’ll do?” Her brother, who had jumped nearly a foot in the air, looked down at the toy trains he had been playing with and hung his head, blonde curls falling over his eyes.
“I know Becky… but I just wanted to play with the trains…” he said, the tears starting to creep into his voice.
“It doesn’t matter Gabe!” she said, trying not to pant from her run, “Toys like these aren’t allowed anymore!”
“But I miss trains! And my trucks! And I miss Mom and Dad too!” Rebecca knelt down, brushing blonde hair from her face, and embraced her now sobbing brother.
“Shhhh, Gabe, it’s all right,” she said soothingly, holding Gabe to her chest, “remember what Isaac said; The adults were blasphemers and heretics, and needed to be sacrificed to He Who Walks Behind the Rows.” Gabe’s tiny frame stiffened.
“But Mom and Dad were nice... I don’t think they were harry-ticks or anything like that!” he said, looking up at her with blue eyes clouded with tears. “Do you think that Mom and Dad were harry-ticks Becky?”
Rebecca looked at her brother hard. “Gabe, what you or I think doesn’t matter one bit. Isaac is the one who speaks for He Who Walks Behind the Rows, and Isaac is the one in charge. Gabe, you better listen to Isaac, or he’ll send Malachi after you, and if you get hurt, I don’t know what I’ll do, alright?” she said, her blue eyes staring into his, “Now you promise me that you’ll do what Isaac says, okay? That means no more sneaking away to play with trains or anything. Promise?”
“Okay Becky, I promise,” said Gabe, hugging his sister close and wiping tears from his eyes.
“Good,” said Rebecca, returning the embrace, “now lets get out of here before anyone notices that we’re gone.” Standing up, she made a motion towards the door, stopping in front of the mirror above the dresser to try and smooth her hair that had become rather hopelessly tangled from her run from the center of town. What used to be a tightly wound bun had become a rat’s nest, and her newly washed dress was now soiled with sweat and dust from the road. She looked at herself in the mirror again. The face that stared back at her was too old to belong to a girl of seventeen, she decided. Piercing blue eyes stared out from behind straw colored bangs, framing a face lightly dusted with freckles from her time spent in the sun. The faded blue dress and black vest she wore clung to an athletic frame, her strong legs ending in work boots. She supposed she would be considered ‘pretty’, not that those sorts of things mattered anymore. Now life was all about fear, sacrifice, and He Who Walks Behind the Rows.
“Becky,” her brother said as he picked up his toys, snapping her out of her daydream, “how did you know where to find me?”
“Easy, you silly goose,” she said, smiling and turning away from the mirror, “you always come here. Let’s hurry and put those away before-”
“Before what, exactly? Someone catches you?”
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Second chapter ASAP
Thanks for reading and please remember to review!
Alright, once again, there is nothing I would love more than constructive crit! So please read and review to your hearts content!
Enjoy!
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Heart thudding in her chest, Rebecca raced up the wooden staircase of her house. Well, what used to be her house, she mused, no one had houses after the rebellion. Heavy leather boots pounded up oak stairs as the faded blue fabric of her skirt swished around her legs. Reaching the top, she dashed down the familiar hallway and burst through the door of what was once the master bedroom.
“Gabe!” she exclaimed, breathless. “How many times have I told you? If Malachi catches you who knows what he’ll do?” Her brother, who had jumped nearly a foot in the air, looked down at the toy trains he had been playing with and hung his head, blonde curls falling over his eyes.
“I know Becky… but I just wanted to play with the trains…” he said, the tears starting to creep into his voice.
“It doesn’t matter Gabe!” she said, trying not to pant from her run, “Toys like these aren’t allowed anymore!”
“But I miss trains! And my trucks! And I miss Mom and Dad too!” Rebecca knelt down, brushing blonde hair from her face, and embraced her now sobbing brother.
“Shhhh, Gabe, it’s all right,” she said soothingly, holding Gabe to her chest, “remember what Isaac said; The adults were blasphemers and heretics, and needed to be sacrificed to He Who Walks Behind the Rows.” Gabe’s tiny frame stiffened.
“But Mom and Dad were nice... I don’t think they were harry-ticks or anything like that!” he said, looking up at her with blue eyes clouded with tears. “Do you think that Mom and Dad were harry-ticks Becky?”
Rebecca looked at her brother hard. “Gabe, what you or I think doesn’t matter one bit. Isaac is the one who speaks for He Who Walks Behind the Rows, and Isaac is the one in charge. Gabe, you better listen to Isaac, or he’ll send Malachi after you, and if you get hurt, I don’t know what I’ll do, alright?” she said, her blue eyes staring into his, “Now you promise me that you’ll do what Isaac says, okay? That means no more sneaking away to play with trains or anything. Promise?”
“Okay Becky, I promise,” said Gabe, hugging his sister close and wiping tears from his eyes.
“Good,” said Rebecca, returning the embrace, “now lets get out of here before anyone notices that we’re gone.” Standing up, she made a motion towards the door, stopping in front of the mirror above the dresser to try and smooth her hair that had become rather hopelessly tangled from her run from the center of town. What used to be a tightly wound bun had become a rat’s nest, and her newly washed dress was now soiled with sweat and dust from the road. She looked at herself in the mirror again. The face that stared back at her was too old to belong to a girl of seventeen, she decided. Piercing blue eyes stared out from behind straw colored bangs, framing a face lightly dusted with freckles from her time spent in the sun. The faded blue dress and black vest she wore clung to an athletic frame, her strong legs ending in work boots. She supposed she would be considered ‘pretty’, not that those sorts of things mattered anymore. Now life was all about fear, sacrifice, and He Who Walks Behind the Rows.
“Becky,” her brother said as he picked up his toys, snapping her out of her daydream, “how did you know where to find me?”
“Easy, you silly goose,” she said, smiling and turning away from the mirror, “you always come here. Let’s hurry and put those away before-”
“Before what, exactly? Someone catches you?”
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Second chapter ASAP
Thanks for reading and please remember to review!