Prison part II

The walls of flesh and bone were just that, walls. Even here, especially in this place, they did not have the capacity, foresight, but also the resources to hire smart walls of flesh and bone, if such a thing existed.

The doors opened, scraping against the ground, screeching loudly as they did, drawing the light in, and the prisoners out. His eyes had adapted. It had been a month to the day since he had arrived at this place. And he had turned most of the prisoners. The rest had met with tragic accidents, and unfortunately, had passed away. There were two prisoners left. One was a wizened old man, who always wore a hood over his head no matter how hot, another a big dumb brute. The man spoke little and moved less. But Adam was still confused about him, because when he did move, he was sprightly, and light of foot. The man was a mystery he would figure out eventually. But he didnt think the organization would need one as old as him. He was probably on his deathbed anyways.

They were in the lawn, dry dull grey everywhere. Sand whirling around, going into noses, itchy, sharp, pointed. Rifles pointing down, how would they get out? That was not his to worry about though. The organization had promised, and the organization always delivered. That was the word on the street, from many sources, and he believed them. This was a group he had wanted to be part of since the whispers about it had started. Very few believed it existed, a lot claimed to have seen it, been invited, but most of those last group were people trying to bolster their credibility. Very few believed it actually existed, even fewer had actually been invited to join. Most were just used as pawns. He was bigger than a pawn. He was like a bishop. He was recruiting these men for them, the men knew not though. They thought they were just joining another gang, though far from the ordinary. They were under his control, through a mixture of fear and inspiration. He was under their control. Mostly because of a radical love of the organization. His boots stomped on the ground as he circled around the yard, leaving prints in the sand, quickly fading away as more sand blew over the first. The atmosphere tasted especially humid today, winds of change were coming, he could feel them blowing in the east. He could feel the world changing. He would be at the forefront of this army. 

Adam. He had never liked that name. Now, he realized how fitting it was that he would lead the world into the new age. Help lead the world, the voices in his head corrected him. He winced a little. Adam. He rather liked the sound of it now.

The bell rang, early today. His ears pricked up, trying to move past the sound of the grumbling prisoners, he was glad they were being calm, he didn’t want any fights to start before the last one. He didnt want to lose his army. He would be of no use to them.