CHAPTER ONE

 

NEW MEMBER IN RIVERSIDE 

Earlier about seven decades ago. Every two years the Riverside of Location Twelve is populated by chocolate and red skin tone people. A boy or girl is selected as a contestant for an unfortunate hunting prey for the six wealthiest noble hunters in a hundred acres of woods in Massachusetts. 

Massachusetts is a location in la Capitale that has the outstretched deepest gloomy natural forest.  

La Capitale is hidden from the naked eyes of the nationwide world in the unbreakable invisible golden barrier within Massachusetts.  

Massachusetts is the landing place of the Mayflower and the Pilgrims. English explorer and colonist John Smith named the state after the Massachusetts tribe.  

It was the first state to write and adopt a constitution. All Black African and African American, and Native American communities lived in Riverside, but the British monarch, noble, and all Caucasian communities lived in la Capitale.  

Because Queen Wasserman's grandson's wife was nowhere to be found; they all thought that his African American wife murdered their king, which is why people who had chocolate and red skin tone citizens are being hated with overweight bitterness. 

African and Native American civilizations that lived in Riverside are thought to be inferior, they face overwhelming mockery and discrimination especially if they lose in the survival game's life-threatening woods. 

It was unfortunate that Queen Cesarean's twenty-third grandson's corpse was found dead in the mega-enormous luxurious marble stone palace, but his grandson's wife was not where to be found. 

Her heart was shattered in pieces, it was fueled by nothing but endless bitter rage, hatred, and discrimination towards Black and African American, and the Native American community was born.  

She put all that she has grown overweight bitterness for, in one place that is Riverside of Location Twelve. 

That is in the deepest gloomy natural woods with the tallest bushes and a lot of all kinds of trees. 

After Queen Cesarean had done that, she enforced a fearsome rule on them, and one of them is from every two years a girl or boy contestant around fifteen and above are selected in a life-threatening survival game. 

In which noble wealthiest hunters with untamable strength gathered to hunt the unfortunate contestant as prey for entertainment. 

“My, my good Christ. And it seems as if the boy is waking up.” Said one in a muffled voice. 

“Exactly. I can see that, son. And it was lucky that we found him by the Riverside. Still, what I am trying to figure out or wondering is what happened to him.” Manassee answered. 

“And are you sure it is all right to keep him in our Riverside of Location Twelve? And if the queen in la Capitale finds out, we shall all perish. Besides, what about if we put him out of his misery? Adding another mouth to our food, is suicide, Manassee!” He roared. 

“Nonsense. And I am sure that this boy was found near the riverbank for a reason." Manassee answered. 

"I beg your pardon. And may I remind you that every two years, two contestants are chosen for the competition. Adding to that, we always lose the competition to that overconfident wicked wealthiest upper class." Interfered woman's voice. 

"My old friend, what on earth are you saying? And I am sure that since we add another family member, the survival game will be in our favor. To tell you the truth, we black African and African American include Native-American community people. I am sure that we will be considered equal with those monarchs and the wealthiest noble people." Manassee chuckled. 

"Not even close, Manassee! If this skinny boy is toast, in la Capitale's survival game, it is game over for him. And those wicked wealthiest European monarchs and Caucasians nobility will mock us." He roared. 

"Enough chit-chatting! Besides, you are giving this unfortunate soul a headache." Scolded the woman. 

"Papa, let me see. My good Jesus, our Living God. And it is the new boy." Interrupted the girl's voice. 

I overheard her running while I was resting on the bed, arrived in front of me, and unblindfolded me. 

I hissed in pain after I met face-to-face with a mixed girl around fifteen years of age. She was irresistibly gorgeous. 

"New member in Riverside. Would you mind telling me your name? And I will not hurt you, please!" asked the girl desperately. 

"Girl, please let the boy rest. He does not remember who he is," He scoffed.  

"Remember nothing? And why?" She blinked confusedly. 

"No idea. He was covered in nothing but bruises and wounds. And we are hoping he will tell us." Manassee responded. 

"Classic. And how unfortunate it was for me to be betrayed by the girl I loved so much. She asked if we could cut out our relationship, but when I refused, she caused an accident. After she pushed the unconscious me in the car, into the stronger current running river on the high mountain's cliff. Would you mind telling me where I am?" I asked. 

"Um-er, that is unfortunate, my friend. Remember you are in Riverside of Location Twelve in la Capitale Massachusetts. And you are?" she asked.  

"My name is Gui William. I am nineteen years of age and from Africa Congo. I lived in Tucson, Arizona," I replied. 

"Excuse you? And did you say that you are from Tucson?" Manassee asked. 

"That is correct. And thank you very much for saving my life." I sighed. 

"Mind telling me how long I have been laying on this bed?" I continued. 

"Huh-um, four days. Man, everyone is now calm down that you are not dead. But I insisted that you were still alive, I have proven them wrong, right?" Manassee chuckled. 

"I guess. Thank you very much again. Please, would you tell me what the rules of this place are?" I asked. 

"Um-er, to tell you facts is to never defile the Queen's orders that lived in la Capitale’s mega-enormous luxurious marble stone palace. She had overflowing unforgivable hatred against both African and Native American civilizations. That is why we are forced into this sickening messy location. We wear these tainted old clothes to cover our nakedness. I mean old jeans and these invaluable old winter boots." she sighed. 

"Classic. And that is unfortunate, my friend." I chuckled. 

She glanced at me with a smile, her puffy oily short noir hair was messy. She has amber-brown eyes, and her mixed chocolate skin tone is covered in lotion-less dust. 

"Would you be able to stand up?" She asked. 

"Perhaps we should find out! And it is very disappointing that I can never want anything with love." I scoffed. 

"Never fall in love? And why?" She blinked. 

"Um, I will never find love. Besides, I have moved on with my life. But I fear that it is going to be challenging to do so. And that is going to be my way of healing, " I answered. 

"Right. If you say so, then I will chase away any girl in Riverside that dares come near you, my friend." She responded. 

"Girl, my friend, then I think I will appreciate that--!" I paused. 

Out of nowhere, the door burst wide open, and the guards rushed in. 

They are followed by the unidentified man who walked in without knocking. 

"My old boy. And what brings you to this filthy civilization?" Manassee asked confusedly. 

"Manassee, my dear old man. I was told by a little birdie that you have a new family member. So, I am here to bid my greeting." He responded. 

"Right, by that is. And here he is." Manassee gulped. 

"Excellent. Welcome to la Capitale, Riverside of Location Twelve, son." He responded. 

"Classic. Neither do I shake hands with a wicked man like yourself. And for your information, I am not your son!" I scolded. 

"Christ. This is unbelievable. He got some gut for such an insult. Still, I am not here to crosswords. I am here for something else," he scoffed. 

"And what is that, my boy?" Manassee reported. 

"All Riverside is ordered to gather around in la Capitale mega-palace front yard for one contestant to be chosen for the survival game. If your contestant survives the game for Hordes of Hunters, I will reconsider as equals. I mean where you are kind becomes prey for the life-threatening hunters. And if your contestant survives, the survival game will be yours. If you lose, you and your people will be sealed with mockery. And to tell you the truth, your selected contestant always failed to survive." He cackled. 

Later, Manasse's old friend ordered his guards to hit the exit. He followed them behind out of our sight. 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.03.2023

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