Entering the Pen

Introduction

A long time ago the Earth was a planet full of love, life, and happiness. That is — before they came — the Fromani.

The earthling had autonomy over where they could live and learn but ultimately that reality would not last.

The Fromani came to the planet Earth bearing gifts. The earthlings were in awe the technological achievements the Fromani brought. One being the seedless fruit that would spawn another within 24 hours.

So upon the introduction to the fruit the world governments opened their arms to the Fromani. However, that would be a grave mistake; you see—the Fromani had alterior motives. They have the ability to create matter out thin air almost.

An ability that would prove most useful in a world where military might proved to be most powerful currency. Leaders and people of high authority sought to use the ability to their advantage. Before long; Fromani would stage coup de ta’s on world governments under the guise of being tricked into helping.

After a year; more than half the world’s governments fell into new hands. The Fromani being the Marionette pulling the strings in the shadows with promise of more Fromani technology.

However, in fall 2030 all of the many hundreds and thousands of government were seized by the Fromani under the Fromani Protectorate Clause. All the world leaders signed a treaty relinquishing their power over to the Fromani. This was done to ensure the salvation of the human race from itself.

However, all it did was push the human society into the clutches of the Fromani. Now 12 years after the first Fromani contact; humans are now living lives corralled into sectors within the confines of different territories. These being the North West, South West, North Center, South Center, North East, and South East territories. Humans lives are reduced to just trying to survive as many people are only fed a meal a day provided by the Fromani. This is to ensure no one is treated differently and that everyone is balanced socially.

However; this couldn’t be anymore false. As the ones who work in the factories of the Fromani are sent a stipend that essentially affords them luxury items like Groceries or other things. Also, because of this many people are vying thus making many families move away with permission of the Protectorate officials. Leaving many of the folks that are left over to struggle.

Even though this life hasn’t been the best for many, there are still some who try to hustle and work to sustain themselves and their loved ones.

Chapter 1

In a dark room a green light scatters across the wall; flickering on and off like that of a firefly. The bed looks like a small cot sitting beside a nightstand about 2 and a half feet high.

The person sleeping on the cot tosses and turns on in every direction . The looks on their face show ‘s signs of distress; scrunching of their face shows their displeasure. All of  the turning stops; the person sits in silence for a minute with legs las stiff as tree branches. That is before he jolts up out of his position; sitting up on the cot like a gurney. 

He gives a brief as to signify that the terror is over and he is in the real world. He fold his body back in place and gently rubs his eyes. 

“Man! When am I going to forget what happened?” said the boy with an exasperated gasp. 

He turns his body over to gaze out the small window in his room. Well—the basement of his complex. Where him and his mother reside at the moment. 

The sky seems dreary and gray like one of those gothic horror shows he used. However, he was used to this living in the Pacific North West. 

“Damn! What time is it?” said the boy yawning tiredly. 

He turns to his other side and reaches for his phone on his on the nightstand. Once he touched the screen his face glowed with effervescence. 

“Well—I could go in a bit early today. I don’t think the boss man won’t mind.” said the boy chuckling.

He gets up out of bed and walks down the hall to the bathroom. Sneaking past his mother’s room in order not to wake her up. 

He closes the door behind him and starts brushing his teeth. Examining himself in the rusted mirror he notices bags forming under his eyes. 

He then jumps in the shower and watches the water whirl down the drain with ferocity. Looking in a dead sort of stare to keep himself awake. 

He gets dressed wearing a gray undershirt with a black oldies band tee over top. He finishes his fit off with some dingy cargo pants and some sneakers. 

He walks out his room and passes his mother’s room. He quickly glances in the room to see her sleeping peacefully. He admires her from the doorway; as she rarely gets to sleep like this. 

He carefully closes her door and walks down the hallway sloping out the door and walks up the step to the back door of the first floor. 

He walks outside and feels the wind whip across his face and notices he should’ve brought a jacket. 

in his mind he thinks to himself; “Damn! It’s cold out here should’ve thought this over before walking out. No matter I’ll be fine for the time being.”

He walks down the street covering his shoulders with his hands and begins running down the block. 

Whilst he runs he sees a strangers to trying to hot wire a car. Seemingly, they must’ve stole it from a higher up riding past the block. He instantly walks on the other side of the street. 

“I don’t want to get mixed up with that! Fromani will be on their ass in a couple of minutes or two. How could somebody be so dumb? Now look at them; lift a car and can’t even ride it.” He thought to himself. 

He continues running for two more blocks until he reaches his destination. A small delicatessen by the name of Gregory’s, the boy sets his eyes and instantly smirks. He walks onto the sidewalk and into the entrance of the storefront. 

Before the boy could even utter a word he greeted by an older gentlemen with a purple bandana; who’s turned away from the entrance. 

“Hey! Welcome to Gregory’s what can I do ya for?” asked the man with low raspy voice. 

“Uhmm—I’ll take 30 pastrami sandwiches on rye with pickled onions.” said the boy in a muffled tone of voice to disguise himself. 

“Oh. Sure those’ll be right up I—“ he says in an exuberant tone. That is until he turns around and makes I contact with the boy. 

“OH—It’s you?” said the man with a disappointed tone. 

“What? You’re not glad to see me?” the boy said chuckling. 

“Um—sure. But I would’ve more glad if that was a real paying customer.” said in a nonchalant manner to ease his frustration. 

“Oh I’m sorry Mr.Anthony! I just wanted to you to be excited. You really haven’t been that excited lately.” said the boy. 

“Well—yeah who would be? My main clientele who were all seniors who could afford my product have all left town or suddenly stopped showing up.” said Mr. Anthony with a sigh. 

“Well—look on the bright side we don’t that afternoon rush like we used to.” the boy said with a hesitation. 

“That’s not the point. I—i don’t know? I just got this feeling that something’s going on under our noses!” said Mr. Anthony. 

The boy looks off away into a salt and pepper shake on the counter to see his reflection. 

“Hey; Mr. Anthony!” said the boy. 

“Yeah!” replied Mr. A

“Remember Mrs. Morgan?” said the inquisitive boy. 

“Yeah; sure. You talking about the elderly woman with the two dogs?” said Mr. A 

“Yeah! Have you seen her around lately?” asked the boy. 

“No. Can’t say I have. Haven’t seen her since last week.” said Mr. A.

“Well—the last time so saw her. Well, I saw her in front of her building smoking like she always does. I’m walking home from work; with the left over food from that day. “ said the boy before her looks up from the salt and pepper shakers. 

“So and? That’s what always happens?” said Mr. A nonchalantly. 

“Well that’s not where this ends?” said the boy looking directly at Mr. A. 

“You see? I was looking to give her some of the bone-in ribeye scraps as she likes to feed her dogs with them. I was maybe a 10 yards from her building. That is—“; the boy stops abruptly.

“Until What?”  said Mr.A. 

“Well, Until I heard her screaming.” said the boy. 

The image has been replaying in his hair since it’s happened.

The boy walks closer to the building when he stops as he hears a scream. He then lunges back and hides in the bushes. He looks over to his left and sees Mrs. Morgan being carried off by two Fromani soldiers. 

She yells; “WHAT ARE YOU TWO A**HOLES DOING? I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I AM A TAX PAYER! I WILL HAVE YOU TWO LOSERS IN THE FROMANI PRISON!” 

As she yells the Fromani guid to the right of her take out a stick from his left pocket.

“OH YOU BETTER NOT THINK WHAT I THINK YOUR GOING TO DO! B*TCH YOU BETTER NOT—AGHHHHHHOHHHHHHH.”  she yells before getting electrocuted. 

She passes out and throws her body into the back of a truck and they ride off. 

That was the last time anyone has seen Mrs. Morgan and probably ever will.