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The following chapter is seen from the eyes of a six year old. Please keep that in mind while reading. Thank you.
Prologue
Spartan IV training facility, Carribean
August 7th, year 2554, 1600 hours
My legs hurt. The man with the stick told me that the hurting will be a lot worse. I don't want it to. It hurts so bad but I can't stop it. If I stop, they just hit me and make me hurt even more.
So I have to keep running with the other kids. It's the only thing I like doing. The running. I'm very fast. Maybe even the fastest out of everyone. Doctor Lynus says that's why he picked me to be a SPARTAN. He says that SPARTANs are very strong soldiers that can do anything and not get hurt. I want to be a SPARTAN. Mister Trescott tells me that I have to be strong if I want to be one. I told him that I am.
Maybe that's why my legs keep working. Because I'm strong. Or maybe I'm just scared of the big sticks the grown-ups hit us with if we stop. We only stop for water and for a little break. We better have one soon, because my legs hurt.
"At ease!" screams Mister Trescott. That means stop. I slow down and let my legs feel good for a little bit. They're going to hurt tomorrow, but Mister Trescott says there's no time like the present. I don't know what that means, but I want a present. I want to see my mommy and daddy. But Mister Trescott says that's not going to happen. He says that this is my new home now, with these other kids. I look around. There's a long field up ahead, with four flags at the end.
"We're doing something today, boots," Mister Trescott says. He calls us boots for some reason. I don't know why. "Each of you divide into four lines. On the double." I follow the other kids and we make four lines. I'm in the front of mine. The ones who are too slow get hit by the scary sticks. It's a good thing I'm fast. "Now, when I say 'go', I want the first person from each line to run over to the flags over there, take one, and run back. Got it?" I shake my head with the other kids. I look to my right and see Nicole. She's really pretty. "Good. Go!"
I tell my legs to work for just a little bit longer. I know that if I lose I'm going to get hit with the scary stick. But then I think about Nicole. I don't want her to get hit. But I don't want to get hit either. I've done this before. Mister Trescott calls it a "one hundred yard dash". I don't know what that is, but I do know that I have to run. I grab the flag and start to run all the way back. When I get back Mister Trescott whistles, and tells me to come over. I do what he says.
"Do you have any idea what you just did, boy?" he asks. I think he's mad for a second.
"N-- no, sir." I say back, hoping he won't hit me with the stick. He just laughs.
"Well, take a look," he holds up a stopwatch and lets me see the numbers. The numbers say 26.74. I don't know why it's such a big deal. "Son, you know how fast you were going?" I shake my head, thinking I'm still in trouble. He laughs again. "Very fast, Brandon," he says, petting my hair with a smile. "Very fast."
[Edited on 12.20.2009 3:02 PM PST]