Like a diamond in the sun light, her eyes twinkled with love at her bouncing baby boy. The love that held them together was amazing. With a kiss on the forehead her child fell soundly asleep...a mother keeps her baby in her arms in order for her heart to beat with a steady soothing melody.

She placed him in a rectangular slot among hundreds of other babies. All the mothers stood and look at there children one last time...soon after masked people by the names of Pathfinders came to collect the Rats in the boxes.

They put lids on top of each box. Unfortunate for the women they were to be blessed by a Father of the Church Order. There souls were prayed for and the Father said “ Women of the Lord, you shall all receive the grace. Including free clean clothes and food... your children will all need to be baptized and receive blessings from the Quell Feather themselves”.

There smiles were filled with joy and innocence. FIRE!

A round burst of bullets were fired at the women, the Father turned away and walked out as the Pathfinders burnt the women with hot lead. The boxes were stocked into the back of a truck, ready to be sold at the Body Box Traders (the biggest slave market in the area).

Man was once the most dominant being on earth, but everything changed when the Poler war cost them all there resources. Vegetarian, wild life, fertile soil.... all gone due to their nuclear weapons. The critical state of the planet forced them to take drastic measures. In order for them to survive the people began to commit the unthinkable....cannibalism, the forbidden act of feasting on fellow humans. Soon after the majority of the planet's population was slowly being pushed off the brink of extinction. From the ashes of distraction a group slowly emerged by the name of the Church Order.

With the knowledge of the situation they were in and there religious beliefs, they slowly built an empire that they called the Provincial Promised Land. As time passed by the Church Order believed all was going to be as the creator intended, many other survivers gathered together at the Provincial Promised Land lower borderlands. The city was built on the flattened summit of mount Salvia.

A large wall was erected to keep the outsiders away, the Church Order believed that the unclean nature of the humans deserved to be punished. With little food and a hot atmosphere, the Church Order constantly prayed for the creator to show mercy upon themselves.

With only one choice left the Church Order derived a plan that would ensure there survival. They trained elite soldiers by the names of Pathfinders and used them to search the lower lands for survivers. with the ideology of saying “ the Lord has forgiven you for your sins...come and join the Promised land.

They did so only for the sake of food. When the survivers herd the Church Orders offers they weren't in a position to say no, plus it's not like they didn't see it as a blessing. The division of people in the Provical Promised land had began, with no food and only water to live off the weak outsiders died and the Church Order used there bodies for food. To not only feed themselves, but some of the survivers.

With time the survivers were given the title Rats, due to their filthy inhuman way of life and 93% of there population increase. With stronger and more intelligent Rats being born, there population sky rocketed to a 98%. The Church Order knew they would run out of food at that rate. So they formulated a plan to control the Rats... they were to breed simultaneously at a specific time and those that were not able to produce offspring were murdered by the Pathfinders.

The population reduced to a staggering 89%. Among the Church Order existed smaller a group known as the Quell Feather, they came up with another way to reduce the population which would also keep them entertained. At the center of the Provincial Promised Land they had the Rats build a massive coliseum with the bones of the dead... The Trench Cort... it's purpose was to be a battle ground in which the Rats would fight each other to the death for there own survival.

This promised land was transformed into a hell on earth.

The Rat Nest, home to the rats of the Provincial Promised Land...located closet to the wall, it stretches all around the outermost area.

A young boy by the name of Jace was seated on a water pipe holding half of a lower jaw bone of a person. “ Jace, what are you doing here again, your gonna get us in trouble with the Pathfinders... please leave”, “ Edison since when did I ever care what those freaks think, I'm really getting tired of you blabbing your guts out”, Jace said as he waved his hand.

“ Come on Edison let's head out... do something fun, you know like the good old days”, “ How funny, I don't remember any good old days, just you get us into trouble all the time.

That jaw bone, do you know whom it belonged to?”, Edison asked with a little shiver in his voice. “ Not really...I mean do we ever know who...you know. I'm just getting pretty tired of finding bones at my side of the basement.

I'm the talk of the house hold, ' the Rat that can't eat meat, he's gonna starve, yes he is'. Yeah my life in that big fancy mansion is no different from here. But mom and dad are always watching ”, Jace said sadly.

The young thirteen year old boy had a beautiful set of eyes, they had a variety of colors.

Jace's pocket watch clock struck 09:00

It was time for the Rats of the Quell Feather to return to their masters houses to await for further instructions.

Jace knowing the dangers of disobeying the Quell Feathers, chose to obey there rules. The massive Rat Nest was way too big to just run though, until the Providence. So he derived a way to get to his destinations faster, with the help of a large slingshot and a pulley, he would launch myself hundreds of feet into the air and use the flight mechanism he invented to safely glide to his destination;

It was a wooden box, equipte with retractable wings and a propeller on the top that was used to stabilize his body in the air. A tail fin to help balance and two nose openings that were used to help spine the propeller like a helicopter.

Within three minutes he crossed a distance that took a thirty minute run. He landed in the garden completely unnoticed, swiftly he made his may to the front yard. His goal; rush to the basement completely undetected.

With quick reflexes he rushed to the corner...he peeped to see if the front yard was clear, but the House masters were laughing and chatting by the door step.

This was a tight grip on Jace's plan...so he chose to use his other invention to enter the house from the third floor;

On both of his lower calfs were a set of spring propelling shoes that were triggered by a switches on the sides

He jumped to the window that was right above him, the room belonged to Mistress Rodney. She wasn't in the room at the time...Jace could have easily rushed to the basement, if it wasn't for the Mistress's diary being left wide open.

My bet was right once again. Damn those hot sexy men. Too busy flerting with those washed up sardines when they could be feasting on his big thick juicy Salmon.

The Regional assault bagged me another £500 000, maybe now I could get these lovelies to fall for me.

Anyways my Rats have reached there final days... I should get some new meat from the stash, I really like the one with the beautiful rainbow eyes.

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Some footsteps stumped quickly towards the room, Jace panicked and rushed into the closest. “ Father John, ohhhhh!, bless me with the holy spirit! I beg of you!”, “ this is going to be one you won't forget... Ohhhhh!”, Father John the house priest said Mistress Rodney in the most disturbing way.

Jace covered his ears and waited for the noise stop, within a few minutes he checked if all was well... “ Father! Yes More! More! More!”, “There we go!”, Father John yelled

“ WHAT IN THE! ...FATHER JOHN!, RODNEY!”, “Martha! For God's Sake leave us alone were almost done. I'm the only he hasn't passionated with yet!...”, Mistresses argued.

The poor boy had to seat through the hall thing. After a couple of minutes the room was quite, Jace wondered weither it was safe to leave or not. He made a bold decision and walked out of the closet.

“ Why hello there”.

Jace froze in fear, the penalty for a Rat found wondering a room with no concrete reason was to be butchered. All the young man could do was face the music...he was going to be that night's meal just because he read the mistress's diary.

He turned to Mistress Rodney who was in her bath robe getting ready to refreshen herself up. “Ohhh so it's a Rats, lucky me... Would you believe me if I told you that I expected someone a little more important”, “ I'm sorry Mistress Rodney I never meant to...”, “ spy on my ***** body as I hed in the bath”, the Mistress said and the boy's face turned a rosy pink.

“ No Mistress Rodney, I would never do such a thing!”, “ Ohhh so I'm ugly now hahh? Completely unattractive, a hag at most...is that what you're saying?”, she asked

“ I didn't mean it like that! My mistress... your a goddess if you ask me. A true work of beauty, all I ask is that you spare my life, please Marvelous Quell?”, Jace begged in the most terrified way possible.

“ Okay I'll think about it, if you do something me first. I'm a woman of high class, I only dream, wear, talk and eat excellence. So going against the rules of this house is a divine offence.

Okay Pretty eyes I need you to get something for me, a little gift from one of my ex lovers. You'll find it in the kitchen at the far end of the meat locker. Hmmmm I've herd no one could resist what's in that metallic box. Get me that and I'll let you off the with a warning.

Ohhh you'll need confirmation, you see that diary of mine... bring it hear, I'll write you a note”, She said to him.

“ Okay Rat....try to not loose your mind down there”, she said before removing her robe infront him and throwing it in his shocked face.

Jace rushed out of the room to avoid getting into even more trouble. Mistress Rodney was one of the Nine Quell Feathers who lived in the Mansion. Today she was surprisingly in a good mood, usually she would massacre any disobedient Rats immediately and look absolutely beautiful doing it.

On his way to the kitchen he bumped into Vice Head Quell Feather Zephyr. “ Ahhhh... a filthy Rat out of the basement, passed 09:00. Anyways looks like you'll be next Tuesday's brunch.

Ohh chef, come butcher this one up quick I don't have any time to chat, we're behind schedule”, he said to Jace before walking away.

A muscular chef grabbed him by the legs and stuffed him into a sack made from hairy human skin. Jace tried to tell the man about his pass, but the chef didn't even flinch.

Lord Zephyr walked into the kitchen to finalize the preparation for that nights dinner, as he passed by the chef... Jace could see him getting close and so he turned to his last resort. On his right whist was his most Impressive invention; it was a goblet that contained four blades that were used as claws once retracted.

With one powerful slash of his arm, the sack cut open, “Lord Zephyr! Mis...”, and with a massive mallet strick to his pack, Jace was dropped to the floor.

“ Forgive me Lord Zephyr, I simply hit the Box on his back. I'll use this deadly knife of mine... it's claimed so many peoples lives, boy your next”, “carry on..”, Lord Zephyr said.

Jace smiled even though he was about to lose his life, he had never felt so excited in his entire life. He rolled backwards between the Chef's legs, before using his foot launchers to help him push his rambling adversary across the table.

Lord Zephyr stopped to see if the stubborn little Rat had enough will to stay alive. Young Jace retracted his claw before saying “MISTRESS RODNEY! GAVE ME A PASS!”, and jumped aiming to slice the Chef's face up, but the massive chef grabbed him by the throat in mid air and forced him through the wooden table.

“ Chef! Let him go for a second.

So vermin what do you mean by pass?”, lord Zephyr asked “ this peace of paper has her code on it”.

Then Zephyr got the note and on it was the text;

Let the kid get my box you degenerative pompadours

Kiss fuggets.

“Ohhh it's Rodney alright. I told her to stop shagging the food, but she never listens. Chef go check the basement for dead ones...let him go”.