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Micahs Story~ Chapter one: Gatlin. The Beginning
Disclaimer~ None of these characters, well none of the IMPORTANT ones are mine~like Micah, Isaac, Jedediah, Mordechai, or any of the Children. they all belong to the wonderfully talented Stephen King, or the production company that made the movie. so I guess the only charcater that I can call mine is Maria, (who is NOT the same Maria from COTC 3 )


Honestly, I didn't know that what we were doing was wrong . Hell, none of us thought that it was wrong. Isaac made it seem like it was the right thing, no wait- the only thing that we could do to please He Who Walks Behind the Rows. Even though I was 10 years old on the day that He Who Walks Behind the Rows made himself known, and should have known a lot better, I as well as all of the other children were under Isaac's spell. He has us completely and totally in his power. We were like his puppets, his murderous, evil little puppets.
      The deed was done. I can't say honestly that it didn't bring me any pleasure to see the tortured looks of the adults as they realized that we
weren't the sweet, innocent children that they thought we were, but what pleasure I had experienced was soon forgotten when I went home to gather what few personal items Isaac was allowing as we made our fresh start. I walked into my home, and went into he living rom to get one of my heavier coats and saw the bodies of my parents. I broke down in tears, and after a few minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into the faces of Isaac and Malachai, and was scared out of my mind.
      "Young Micah, why are you crying? Havent I told you that only good can come of the sacrifice of the unbelievers? The blasphemers? The outlanders?" Isaac asked me with only the slightest trace of humanity.
      "You did say those things, Isaac, and I do believe them, I just didn't think that I would have to see my parents like this. I believe tha they did a very good job raising me, they just didnt appreciate the land enough,-"
      "Silence! Your 'parents' did nothing right, they managed to raise a blaspheming little imp such as yourself, therfore they didn't accomplish
anything worthwhile." Malachai made his little speach with a grin on his face like he was the king of the world. I really didnt like him, I wished that he was at the age where he himself had to be sacrificed so he wouldn't be around anymore.
      "Now Malachai, that is no way to speak to a Son of He Who Walks Behind The Rows, and a Brother of the Children. He is, after all only a child, and the sight of a sacrificed adult may affect him in a different was then it will you. Come Micah, and finish your packing, we must leave here, and start over freshly, caring about the land, with no Blasphemers to hinder us."
      Needless to say, Isaac and I had formed a close friendship, well what I guess you could at least call a friendship over the months that he had been our Leader, and he knew that I wasnt as committed as some of the others, but I believed what he had taught us, that the Earth was ours for the taking, and that the adults had done enough messing it up, it was our turn to try and fix it. I finished packing, and Isaac and Malachai escorted me to our new "home", a large barn on the edge of one of the largest cornfields. I was going to have to get used to the way things were, and stop being doubtful of our one true Father, He Who Walks Behind the Rows. If I couldnt do that, then I was
going to be in for a very very rough time.
      Life without the adults wasn't much different then it had been with them, except there was really no one to talk to. You may picture us as
mindless little deamons, but we weren't all really liek that, we still talked, joked, and even laughed. Yes, we the self proclaimed "Children of the
Corn" laughed. We were normal kids, we just believed different things then any other kids in the state of Nebraska, and probably any other kids in the country. Then came the time to harvest. Everyone totally changed around harvesting time. Especially Isaac, and that power-hungry Malachai, who seemed to perk up whenever the words "blood," "sacrifice," and "harvest" came up. Some of us, like my friends, Mordechai and Jedediah, plus myself, tried to stay out of the way when Harvest time came around. We ended up succeding in doing so for three years, and then the bomb was dropped. We has visitors, outlanders, whatever you wanted to call them. They were adults, and they were not welcome in Gatlin.
      Isaac and Malachai took immediate action, and ended up capturing the woman, Vicky, and taking her to the Corn to be sacrificed. Well, as it turned out, Isaacs plan would have worked just fine, but that stupid Malachai had to interfere, and ended up hanging Isaac on the cross intended for Vicky. Well, only his most loyal friends agreed to and helped with the crucifiction of Isaac, all of us others had doubts. While Malachai was wandering around town with the woman and his friends, the rest of us had stayed with Isaac. While hanging from the cross, he gave one of his most memorable speaches. I will never forget the words that he spilled upon us that day, while he faced the demise that he had to know was imminent.
      "My children, you alone are the loyal ones. You, and you alone know the wishes of the true Father must be fufilled. We must not remove the sacrifices from these sacred grounds, therefore defilling this land. Malachai will pay for his misdeeds, and I know this because He came to me last night, in a dream, and I was told that my time was short as your leader. He would not tell me the cause of my downfall, but I knew, in my heart that it would be caused by Malachai. I unwittingly trusted him, and told him the things that I was told, by the Lord. Those actions were the cause of this. I blame myself, and know that my friend, young Micah NEVER trusted Malachai. He was possibly the only one of us that cared enough, tried hard enough to be true to the father. Sometimes I believe that he was more influenced by He Who Walks Behind the Rows then I myself was. Those characteristics are only present in one who is true to himself, and true to the Lord. Perhaps unwittingly, Micah has marked himself with the qualities of a Leader. The Lord will not confirm anything to me, but I believe that someday, Micah will emerge as a Leader of us. Of the children. PRAISE GOD, PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE MICAH, but never , ever, forget me, Isaac, the one who brought this
faith upon you. Malachai returns now, and my time is short. Thank you for believing."
      Damn him. I hope he burns in hell. Wait, what am I saying? Isaac started this whole thing. I should be glad. He gave us everything he had. But when he said that I would be a future leader, I was scared. More scared then I had ever been in my life. I didnt think that I was capable of doing what a leader had to do. I was mad at Isaac for singiling me out.I didn't know what to think. Was Isaac right? Was I going to lead the children? Only time would tell.
      I guess Isaac had a pretty good view from atop that cross, because he was right. Malachai was coming back. He had Vicky with him, so I guessed that he hadn't found her husband. But then, there he came. The husband began yelling at us, telling us that our religion was wrong, that we should stop believing in a God that didnt let love surface in our religion. After throwing a knife at Malachai , he stalked off, no pun intended, and was about to leave the field, when Isaac was thrown into the air like a handfull of dirt, and tossed away. A few minutes later, we heard a voice, and lookd over towards it. It was Isaac. He walked over to malachai, who looked scared as hell, ans broke his neck with a snap. I wanted to jump for joy, but instead, I ran for cover, because suddenly the field burst into flames.
      All of us children spent the night in the barn afraid of what would happen to us now that we were without our parents, andwithout a leader. The next morning, everyone looked at me expectantly, like I would have all of the answers. I Just stared back, and was about to answer, when I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside and the voice of a man ask "Is everyone ok in here? I am the Sheriff of Hemmingford, and we're going to make sure that all of you are placed into safe homes."
      We all stared where the voice was coming from, afraid of what was going to happen next. No one knew that what was to come was going to almost be worse then what had happened 3 years before in our town.

Micah's Story Chapter Two: Hemmingford Part 1

      So much for piece and quiet. Those people from Hemmingford sure do know how to make a lot of noise, especially in a town that hasn't heard so much noise in a long time, almost 4 years to be exact. They came in with their newsvans, and their policemen, and reporters, but the one good thing that they did bring with them was a feeling that we were safe, that we were going to be cared for by adults again. That was something that none of us had ever thought we were going to get again. It was kind of hard at first, realizing that we were going to have to leave our homes, our memories, and most importantly, our lives in the Corn, but it was something that we had to do.
      The bus dropped all 25 of us off in Hemmingford, and it was then that I realized that these adults weren't looking at us like we were murderers. They were looking at us like we were young children. Children that were scared and needed love. The first time that I saw Angela was when I stepped off of the bus and looked around. She was standing right by the bus greeting each child as the came off, "Hello. Welcome to Hemmingford. We're glad that you're here, and hope that we can make you comfortable."
      Angela. So much liveliness. She had no clue that the Dark-haired, dark-eyed child (ME!!) that she first laid eyes on was to become the source of so much pain and sadness in the next few days. "Micah,"she said "welcome. You will be living with me temporarily. Is that OK?" I nodded slightly, and turned to look at my friends, who were talking to their foster parents as well, and then Angela led me away, toward the car. It was big, read, and looked fast. I loved that car. It was one of the good things about that first day. we both turned as we heard a car pull up.
      "HEY!" a man called. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions."
Yeah, I do, I thought.
      "I don't have any answers" Angela replied. Her and the man then worked out a deal about letting him and his son, Danny sleep at her Bed and Breakfast for a few nights. We got into the car and sped off. when we got to Angela's house, it was almost time for dinner. As we sat around the table, I knew that the man, John, was dying to ask me questions, but thankfully Angela kept him at bay. Then, Angela got up to clear the table, and Danny was sent to help her. John looked at me. Oh no, here it comes, I thought.
John said "Micah...did you see what happened?"
"Some of it. "
"What?"
"My parents."
" You saw what happened to them?"
"I saw the corn."
" What, what? Were they out in the cornfield?"
"Their blood was for the corn."
      Even that little bit of information drained me. I didn't want to talk about it at all. My parents and all the rest of Gatlin's adults were dead,
and there as nothing more that anyone could do for them, or for us, the children either. Thankful for small favors, Angela came in and scared John into silence. The rest of dinner went smoothly, until Danny made some comment about his father that john didn't take very lightly. They excused themselves to the porch, and Angela and I sat there so we could listen without feeling guilty.
      "Kind of exciting, isn't it?" She asked me, "To see adults and older kids again for the first time in a while?" Yeah, I thought, 4 hours and the
adults are already back to it again.
      "I didn't really miss the adults much in the first place. They all do the same thing. Yell, and expect us to take it. They think that were babies
for Gods sake, and we aren't. There are things that we can do for ourselves, and I think that the last three years in Gatlin proved that. Children can take care of themselves, and the land in perfect balance. It is possible. We just needed the chance." To myself, I added, I wonder if we'll have to take that chance again here in Hemmingford. Angela had a very strange look on her face, almost as if she was scared of me. Yes, scared of pale, weak little old Micah Balding. The thought pleased me somehow, as I thought about what Isaac had said. maybe it was true. Maybe I was destined for great things. I smiled, and walked towards the front door, and I heard Danny run off, then Angela talking to John. We were going to have problems in this picture perfect town of Hemmingford. I could tell already.
      Later that night, I was supposed to meet my friends in the field so that we could talk. I got my flashlight, and started out through the corn. I
had no idea that my life was in so much danger. I thought that He Who Walks Behind the Rows had been left in Gatlin, but I was wrong. I heard a noise to the right, and turned toward it. "Mordechai?" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It was He Who Walks Behind the Rows, and I knew, KNEW that the wanted me. I ran as fast as I could, trying to get away from the horrible beast that was chasing me, but as I ran, I knew that I had no chance of getting away. Thud. I fell, and knew that the chase was over. I screamed once, giving myself to the Lord, and
then it was black.

       Micah's Story Chapter 3: Possession is 9/10 of the law

      Light. It can be a beautiful thing, or it can be an evil thing. I wasn't sure which this light was, but I was happy to be alive. I stood up.
acutely aware of my surroundings, and tested my arms and legs to make sure I was OK. Walking was not painful or different as I made my way to where I could hear the voices of Mordechai, Jedediah, and the others.
    Mordechai's voice came to me, saying that everyone should leave, that I wasn't going to show. "No." I heard myself say. I walked forward. "NOO. Do you think that it was all Isaac's doing Jedediah? Do you? Who here thinks this? Hmm?" No one moved. "Were we not given signs, was that not enough?" Jedediah then made some stupid comment about how the adults had been our parents, but it didn't matter. I was on a roll. "There is a power, greater then all, and it is within us. But we know it not. We have eyes, but see it not, and ears but hear it not." I went on, vaguely aware of what was going on. It was like I wasn't myself. I didn't know where the speech was coming from.
      We, the children parted, and went our separate ways. As we walked, I was aware that they were treating me as if I was their leader. It confused, scared and excited me all at the same time. I ran into Danny as I walked, and we had a meaningless (at least to me) chat about a girl, and walked through the corn toward Angela's house. nothing came after us or bothered us at all.
      Later, as I lay in bed, I felt normal. I realized that what I had felt before was gone. I was myself. I tried to get up, but couldn't move. nothing moved, except my eyes, and all they could do was blink. I couldn't even speak. As I lay awake, thinking it hit me. He Who Walks Behind the Rows hadn't intended to kill me, but like Isaac before Him, he had made me his puppet. So in a way, I was the leader, but I could only do what He Who Walks Behind the Rows wanted. I couldn't think, move or act for myself. I was a prisoner in my own body.
      The next morning, I awoke when He did, and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Angela, Danny, and john were all there, and I heard my voice say "Hello. Good Morning. How are you?" After breakfast, I went outside, and looked for my friends. We wandered around till we found ourselves out in front of Mrs. Burke's house. The mark of He Who Walks Behind the Rows was by her door.
            "Let it begin."
      I gave the Children their orders, and set off toward the church. I didn't know what was going to happen until I saw the Voodoo doll and knife that had been in my pocket. The first person that looked my way was Mr. Simpson, and at the moment, I knew that he was my 'target.' Forgetting everything else, I concentrated on him, smiling only slightly as he fell to the floor, bleeding profusely. I had never seen so much blood. Calmly, I stood up, and walked out of the church, dropping the bloodstained knife and wooden doll, that now looked like nothing more then a carved up stump.
      My next stop was back at Mrs. Burke's house. The deed had been done. I was pleased, but the inner me felt sadness. Then, walking over to Danny, who looked how I felt inside, I was somewhat released. I felt compelled to tell him the story about my father's "vigorous sinning." When finished, Danny asked me if I was glad when my father was killed, and I lost control as my body was possessed again. "The Bible also teaches that um, for everything, there is a season." I walked off, leaving him confused and thinking.
      Later that night, we met in the fields to perform a ceremony joining Gatlin and Hemmingford by way of Jedediah and Ruth. That girl seemed to have a crush on me. As I stepped foreword and raised the knife, I noticed that her eyes never left me, and seemed to be looking at me like a girl looks at a guy when they get to be around our age. Oh well. the ceremony must go on. The knife fell, and deep cuts appeared on each persons palm. "Now, let Gatlin, and Hemmingford be joined forever," i said, filled with a great power, "WE ARE ONE. WE ARE ONE." Just then, I saw Danny standing on the edge of the clearing, and called him over. "This is Danny." I said to my friends. " He
too has found PROBLEMS among them" When faced with the decision of becoming one with us, he made his choice. It may have saved him from execution that night, but I didn't know how long that would last. He was one with us.
      The next afternoon, I was in town playing with my next 'target.' See? I wasn't all bad. I had fun sometimes too. the children were standing around me giggling as I led the wheelchair of Mrs. Burke's sister into the middle of the road. Well, needless to say, she certainly crashed that afternoon's Bingo party. We headed back, so that I could give out the next instructions for the next sacrifice. Task: burning down the Town Hall. Wait, I probably should mention that there was going to be a town meeting with all of Hemmingford's adults present going on while it burned. Again, sweet revenge on the adults who had poisoned our world.
      Meanwhile, after sending Ruth to get Angela and Danny's little girlfriend, Lacey, who had a different fate coming to them, I went looking
for Danny himself.
      " It's time Danny. The soldiers of the Lord are ready to march."

Micah's Story Chapter 4: Field of Screams

      It was dark. In the distance, flames from the burning church could be seen, and the smoke was filling the sky. No more adults lived. Except for the woman, Angela, and Lacey. Danny didn't know this, but he was about to find out. "There are no more adults to come between us. You are one with us now. Say it with me Danny. WE ARE ONE. WE ARE ONE." Danny and I walked over to where there were two beds made of cornstalks. My Brothers uncovered the beds, and tied to them were Angela and Lacey.
      A look of disbelief crossed Danny's face, and he sensed what he was going to have to do. "First cut out her tongue. Then when her pitiful protestations are silenced, CARVE OUT HER HEART!" I yelled. Danny took the scythe from my hands, and raised it above his head. The moment of truth for him, for all of us was drawing near. "WE ARE ONE! WE ARE ONE! WE ARE ONE!"   Just then, a light came over us from far out in the field. The Children all believed that He was coming. They began to scatter. "DO IT NOW, DANNY!" But Danny wasn't listening to me anymore. He had forsaken the Lord, and turned against us. I was shoved to the ground, and lay there in disbelief.
      "For God's sake, Danny!" Lacey cried. He raised the scythe, and she screamed, a long, loud scream. He brought it down, and cut the ropes holding on of her hands. She breathed a sigh of relief, and fought off the Children as he freed her from her remaining bonds. They ran, and soon it was only Ruth and I in the center of the clearing. We waited patiently for the Children to return with the outlanders, and I kept seeing her look at me out of the corner of my eye. once, she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again as the Children returned. I stood where I was, and Waited a few seconds before I spoke. " Did you really think, that He Who Walks Behind the Rows would ALLOW you to escape?" I walked forward "Danny. You disappoint me. Now you must be treated just like the others." Then Danny, Lacey, Angela, and John's scared faces looked me in they eye, and knew that I wanted them dead.
      "The blood of those that defileith the corn must flow into the earth. Kneel!" Raising the scythe above my head in anticipation, I was suddenly struck by a blue light, and couldn't move. I felt a tug on the back of my robe, and looked around, since I was caught on the Harvester's blades. I was pulled onto my knees, and began to be sucked backwards. " Danny, please. Help me. Danny, you're my friend! Please!" My face began to twist, and mold into a shape that was hideous. When it was over, I realized that I was not possessed anymore. He Who Walks Behind the Rows had left my body. He didn't want to die like I most certainly was going to. I closed my eyes and began to pray to a God that I had stopped believing in four years ago. I only hoped that it wasn't too late. the last thing I saw were Danny's eyes looking at me sadly. I felt a bit of pain, and then everything was black.
(TWO HOURS LATER)
      Voices. They sounded familiar. I couldn't tell who they were though. My eyes opened, and I saw Danny and Lacey standing over me. " Micah? Are you OK?" Danny asked, sounding apprehensive. I nodded. " Um, do you still want us dead?"
      "Why aren't you kneeling? The outlanders must be sacrificed." The two looked at each other and began to back away. "No. I'm just kidding. I don't mean it. He Who Walks Behind the Rows left my body right before I was sucked through the Harvester. He didn't want to die. If I died, He died. Lacey sat down. She looked at me and almost smiled.
      " Micah, you weren't sucked through the Harvester. it was that girl, Ruth. She pulled you out seconds before you would have gone through. She tripped, and she ended up getting, um, 'harvested.' I'm sorry. I know how close you were with her." Lacey looked as if she were going so pass out. she was white as, well, me.
      "Ruth? Me and Ruth? Are you crazy? She liked me I think. I never liked her. He Who Walks Behind the Rows would have never allowed it even if I had liked her." I stood up, looking around at what was left of the cornfield. Not much. A big black hole had been burned into the center of the field, where the clearing had been. the rest was on fire in places, from I guessed when the Harvester exploded.
      Danny showed me what had been by me when they had found me. He said that I had been thrown about 40 feet, and I had landed near 2 objects. One, that he handed me was a black hat. The other was a cross, made from corn. Both had belonged to Isaac. There was a note in the hat's brim that said 'I always have your back. No matter where you are, no matter if you are one with the Lord, I'll always be there for you when you need me.' It was signed Ike.   I smiled, thinking about Isaac, and what he meant to me. He would always be like a father to me. He had started everything. He had also predicted my leadership, and that had been helpful.
      Johns voice floated over the stalks to us. " Are you guys ready to leave? Danny? Lacey? Come on. we're going." The two motioned that I was supposed to follow them, and we walked over to where John and Angela were. They didn't know that I was still alive, so when Angela saw me, she screamed. I kind of smiled, and the three of us explained what had happened to me, and I could tell that she was still scared, but Angela came over to me and looked into my eyes. She smiled and said that I was myself again. That my eyes looked that same as they had the first day I had come to Hemmingford. John and her walked away from us a little bit, and talked for a few minutes. Then they walked back over and John smiled at me. "How would you like to come to New York with us? We could adopt you, and you could stay with us. Lacey will be, and I think that it would work." I nodded, and walked to the red car. We all piled in, and started on our drive to New York.
      I didn't know what was going to happen, but I hoped that whatever it was was better then what had been happening to me so far. New York held a lot of possibility and promise for me, and I couldn't wait to see it.