The prologue for me and Emily's yaoi game we plan to make Ana color. xD
I don't know what to call it yet... but I'll think of something.
Lulz, I love my little boy... xD




Prologue

               What a beautiful Kingdom King Alexander Price had. Too bad he had to leave it at such a young age, leaving his very young son to take over his Kingdom. Young as in he was only 7 years old. Although on his father’s death bed, he assigned two great advisors to his son to help him become a great leader. His advisors were two young handsome and unmarried and educated very well. They were very well respected throughout the Kingdom.

Everyone loved their dear Prince Noah, and wanted him to become King even though he was so young. So soon after his 7^th birthday his father died, and he became King. His two advisors immediately went to work helping young Noah.

            The advisors were named Luke Lewis and Everard Ferdinand. Having two advisors probably wasn’t the best idea of the King, because they did have different opinions on matters which caused arguments between each other. The King was not aware of this. The King wasn’t aware of much that went on in the Palace. He wasn’t dumb or anything, he was very smart for his age; just the advisors and others were very good at keeping secrets.

            The Military Leader Sir Asche Mannering was also involved in some decision making. He liked to manage crimes within the Kingdom. It was his normal job. He brought certain the worse criminals to jail in the basement of the Palace. Hardly anyone got out of the cells there. There was one prisoner that seemed to always escape…

            Cain Brickenden was a prisoner in the jail. He always was getting out, but no one knew how. He was a bit crazy and was put in there for rape a very young boy so whenever he escaped everyone was very worried he would go after the young King.

            There were servants, a lot of them, but there were two who were the most beautiful and the ones that got the most attention from anyone in the castle. Eden, a 17 year old and Jonan, a young 19 year old. There were only males throughout the Palace, and they were the best looking if you got passed the dirt and rags that they wore.

            King Noah was very satisfied with his Kingdom, his advisors, and everyone in his Palace, but that was because he was unaware of what really went on in his Palace…

One of my recent stories for school.
I like it a lot for some reason.





STATE AND RELIGION

“Georges Mori?” The teacher called out a name. There was no answer so he said it again. “Georges Mori?” The class grew silence, as they realized the free thinking atheist wasn’t here. The teacher looked away from the class, remembering Georges was no longer attending this school…

“And why does such God with no purpose need to exist?! Why? Do you need someone there so you can think there is someone to give you a life after your very life on Earth dies? But why spend this wondrous life praising and obsessed with a figure you do not even know is there! Why not spend life to it’s fullest, for you do not know if there is anything after you fade from this own world!” Georges was giving one of his daily speeches about the existence of God. It was lunchtime at school and Georges was the center attention. He gave speeches about how a society controlled by religion was wrong in many ways. He’d encourage people to think for themselves and not just do what their Government says to do.

The Government in 2030’s controlled the world. It set a religion for everyone; rules that seemed unfair. Everyone knew it had been fairer before this time, but because the better view of life before this time, history was no longer taught. All you needed to know was that the past was not perfect; there were flaws and the human race was a disaster. So they said. Stories by the parents of this generation would tell stories about free-thinker, but now that didn’t exist.

Only one boy had the courage to speak up. He gave lectures at lunch, and at the park. He was well known throughout his county. He hoped to reach more people over time however.

The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. The crowd around Georges split up, and Georges best friend stayed back to walk Georges to class. He was the Satanist of the school, Dylan Russel. Dylan’s hair was long and dark and always in his eyes, his uniform messy, his tie always undone. He even wore a cross upside hanging on a string around his neck. He had made no friends before Georges, the only boy who thought nothing of the look on the outside of humans, came along.

They were an odd couple, Georges was one of the handsome boys in the school. He had light hair, longer; chin length, bangs always side swept and out of his flawless face. He wore reading glasses most the day, lower down on his nose. His uniform was always perfect, no wrinkles or anything. There was one flaw about his appearance that he didn’t consider a flaw himself; but a choice – he wore no cross necklace around his neck.

Dylan and Georges walked back to class. They were in the same fifth hour and that was their next hour. They had the lunch that was the latest. Once in class, Georges got quiet and only talked when spoken to or when something upset him. Dylan on the other hand always spoke out of turn and often had to be quieted by Georges.

They sat at the back of the class; it was a writing class, so normally there wasn’t much to talk about, but to write about. Georges was failing that class, not because he was a bad writer – oh no he was rather good – but because of his opinions on such matters as God and the Government, and each time he wrote a paper that had the word God in it, it he would put it in quotation marks—“God”.

“It’s almost Christmas, which means we will all be celebrating the birth of our savior Jesus Christ,” The teacher said. “So I want a paper about what your family and you do at Christmas time.”

Georges raised his hand.

“Yes, Georges?” The teacher said, in an irritated voice.

“And what if one does not celebrate Christmas?” Georges asked politely.

“Everyone does,” The teacher said.

“No, everyone does not! Dylan and I do not; he is a Satanist, as I am an Atheist, if you neglect to acknowledge that.”

“Then write a paper on how you’ve got everything figured out in the world, you dirty Atheist!” The teacher said.

Georges stood up. “I am certainly not dirty! I am the cleanest in this room and obviously the smartest! I know how to think for myself instead of believing everything my Government tells me!”

“Sit down, Georges or go to the office!” The teacher said.

Georges sat down. He was done with this. It was childish to insult someone by calling them dirty, so Georges just thought continuing this would just be childish.

“Can I write about how awesome the holy Satan is?” Dylan asked. “I mean if you worship Satan you can do whatever you want in this life!”

“Shut up, Dylan,” The teacher mumbled.

Dylan just frowned and sat back in his chair and put his feet on his desk. The teacher went on talking, going over what the paper should look like and what should be included in it. Once the bell rang, Georges and Dylan rushed out of class and parted ways. Georges had to head to Math class, as Dylan was going to a computer class.

Georges entered the room and took his seat at the back of the room as always. He was thankful at least Math had no obvious connections to God. This was one of the classes he was really good at. About 10 minutes into sixth hour the office called the room.

“May we see Georges Mori in the office for an early dismissal?” The speaker sounded.

Georges stood up. His mother never said anything about picking him up early from school today. He gathered his stuff and on the way out he told the class to think freely.

It was the 20^th of December; a Friday. He wondered if his mom was taking him on a trip this weekend or something and she wanted a head start. He met with his mom in the office and she smiled nicely.

“Georges, we’re moving and we have to get out of the house by tonight… I’ve already got most of the stuff in a moving van, I am sorry I neglected to tell you this earlier… It’s a six hour drive to our new house, so I got you out of school.” She announced as they left the school.

“But why, mother? Why so sudden?” Georges figured this couldn’t have been planned. His mother was keeping something from him.

“No more questions, Georges, just come…” She seemed sad and spoke quietly. Georges followed quietly.

He was so confused. Why would he possibly need to sudden move this far from his home? He didn’t even get to tell Dylan. He figured he would steal his mom’s cell phone and call Dylan when she wasn’t around. His mother, of course, did not approve of him talking to Dylan. She thought it was his fault Georges was Atheist, which it wasn’t at all. He had always been, but up till he found an open Satanist, he hadn’t learned to be open himself.

They didn’t stop at home, they just kept driving. Georges’s mother had said the moving van had gotten a head start and was already on its way to their new home.

They drove, quietly for about two hours, before Georges’s mom had to stop to pee. She stopped at a gas station and told Georges to wait in the car. This was his chance to call Dylan. Dylan had his own cell phone so he didn’t need to worry about anyone else picking up.

“Hello?” Georges heard Dylan’s voice through the phone.

“Dylan, my mom got me out of school early and now she says we’re moving, we’ve been on the road for two hours… I didn’t know this was happening today. She is hiding something…”

“They’re after you!” Dylan yelled.

“What are you talking about?”

“The Government! Oh no! Georges, I love you! I have to tell you this before they get you! Georges, I love you so much!”

“Dylan… Calm down, no one is out to get me.”

“Georges…”

“Dylan, I will call you later; I need to get off the phone before my mother gets back. It might be a good 3 hours before I get to call. Bye.”

“Georges!” Georges hung up the phone. That was weird, but Dylan had always been paranoid. He watched the news too much, and people would always disappear for now reason, although the news was always dramatized and also secretive, Georges knew that. The Government didn’t want it’s people to know, even with their so-called “perfect” plan to run this world, people still got kidnapped, raped, and murdered.

His mother came back and Georges quickly put back the phone. He sat back and tried to take a nap now. There was nothing else to do but nap or stare out the window and daydream…

 

“Georges, we’re here,” Georges woke up to his mother saying. She didn’t say more and just got out of the car and headed up to a large building. It was a hotel. Georges got out of the car and rushed up to her.

“Uhm, mother, this is a hotel,” He said, confused.

“I know, we will be staying here tonight while they get the house ready,” She forced a smile and then went forward. Georges stopped walking and watched his mom go up to the counter and get the room key. This was all too weird. Georges’s mom got a good amount of money from work, but not enough to suddenly buy a new house then hire someone to move everything into it.

“Come on, Georges,” His mother called him as she headed to the elevator. He followed behind her as they headed to their room.

The hotel room was small. It had two beds, one bathroom and a dresser with a TV on it and that was about it. Georges headed to the TV and turned it on.

“Mother, did you bring a change of clothes for me?” He asked, looking over at her.

“No we’ll change when we head to the house in the morning,” She said and laid down on one of the beds.  “I’m going to take a nap, don’t go anywhere.”

Georges nodded and sat on the other bed, to watch TV. He turned down the volume so his mother could sleep.

After a half hour or so his mother fell asleep. It was real boring just sitting there watching shows that he couldn’t even hear, so despite what his mother told him, he decided to leave the room. He grabbed the keys out of his mom’s purse and locked the door behind him. It was sort of dark out, but he wanted to head outside anyway.

He took the stairs down into the front office. No one was there, he didn’t question the thought though and just headed out of the building. It was a calm and quiet night. It was only about 7 at night, but it seemed like 10 because no one was around and it was real quiet.

Georges leaned against the building and looked at the sky. He could only see a few stars. After about five minutes the first car he had seen since he came outside pulled up in front of the building. Georges stared as a man in a suit got out of the passenger side of the car then the car drove off to park.

Georges turned to go inside the building. He was afraid the man would talk to him or something and he didn’t like to talk to strangers too much.

Once inside though, he was stopped by the man of the voice.

“Wait, kid.”

Georges turned around to look at the man. “Yes?”

“You’re staying here, right?”

Georges nodded.

“Do you know a Vivian Mori?” Georges got real quiet. That was his mother. He didn’t know how to answer.

“Wait… Aren’t you Georges Mori?” He asked. Just then another man came in; he must have been the driver. He was dressed more casually but was about the same age.

“Georges Mori?” He asked now. Georges still did not respond. The man took out his wallet and took out a folded paper.  He stared at for a few minutes then nodded towards the other man.

The man went over to Georges and grabbed his arm. Georges started to yell but the man dragged him outside.

“No sense yelling, we’ve cleared everyone around here,” The other man said.

Georges stopped yelling and managed to calm down for a minute to ask a question.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Kill you,” The one who had my arm said. I froze up.

“You are polluting the mind of our youth,” The other man said. “We do not need you on Earth if all you are going to do is cause trouble.”

Georges was pushed up against a wall. The man who was just talking took out a gun and pointed it towards Georges head.

“There will be another! Humans are capable of learning and I have taught them to think for themselves!” Georges yelled.