User:K4/Chronicle 2: Nightfall

 Part 2 of the Chronicle saga, a collection of short stories regarding K4's characters. 

Darkness. Utter and absolute. It hung in the barracks, like a predator inspecting it's prey before the kill. He whimpered, but no one heard. They were all either asleep or facing the same situation. He sniffled and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. The big men with guns had taken him away from mommy. She had shot one of the men with a gun herself, but it didn't matter; she was still gone. A new wave of sadness and despair crashed into him and he shattered into tears again. His sobs carried over to the DI's room and for a while, they sat there, listening to the boy's cries. cries for Mommy, Daddy, Tela, or anyone from the homestead. "Listen to that shit. Six-year old pussy, crying for his mommy. Pissy little squirts." "And how are we supposed to turn these pussys into SPARTANs? i mean, shit, the navy's a bunch of 'em too, but why the heel can't we at least have some guys who can fight back?" They nodded and grunted. Minutes passed, and the boy's cries continued. The DIs continued their game of holo-cards. hands went on, the pot grew and shrank, but the cries still echoed. "That's fucking it. I'm gonna teach that boy a lesson to keep quiet." One of them rose to quiet the boy, but another scoffed at him. "Look at you, all pissed off over a kid's cryin'." The DI standing whipped around and menacingly pointed a finger at the other. "Hey, iI have my own kid to put up with, I don't need two of 'em to keep from crying, you sonofabitch." He neared the door and poked his head out. "SHUT THE HELL UP, BOOT!" He hollered. The crying immediatly stopped. Silence and darkness held their collective breath, to see if the boy would challenge the DI's order.

Nothing stirred. Nothing at all.

Satisfied, the DIs returned to their game. But, in the bunks, SPARTAN Canidate Number-141 cried within himself, containing the darkness of his soul.