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didn't say anything and there was an tense
filled silence for the next few minutes.
    Until Keon sighed and asked, "so how are things going
with General Dickson?"
    Tavis chuckled softly. "You mean General Dick? Oh he
is fine! A real cream-puff."
    Keon couldn't stop himself from smirking. "What's it
like training under him?"
    "What do you care?"
    Keon tried to keep his voice neutral, "just
curious."
    Tavis snorted, almost inhaling a face full of dirt.
After coughing it all out he sat up and pushed open the lid. He
drew up his legs and folded his arms as he turned to face Keon. "He
trains us from dusk to dawn, sometimes even after that, like we are
nothing more than goddamn animals. We learn how to use our powers,
and how to fight other hiddens. Either way you look at it though,
the drills and the training are still nothing short of
torture."
    Keon chuckled and leaned back. "I remember when I
first learned how to use my powers. It wasn't fun either."
    Tavis raised an eyebrow. "Who taught you?"
    Keon snorted before saying, "it doesn't matter. At
least not anymore."
    Tavis just shrugged before he went on to describe the
torture. "We are trained to use the same power for two straight
weeks until we are ready to collapse. He gives us nothing more than
rabbits and other small animals to feast on in the meantime. Thus
aging our looks and our reflexes and yet still we train. He says
'it makes us better fighters.'"
    "Doesn't it?" Keon inquired.
    Tavis just shrugged. "I wouldn't know seeing as I
have been sent into battle yet. They teach us how to fight other
hiddens and yet they never give us any opponents to fight."
    Keon exhaled a slow breath. "Maybe he's just trying
to make sure you are ready."
    Tavis laughs scornfully. "Or he is just a
sadist."
    Keon laughed aloud. He then crouched lower so his ear
rested near Tavis's mouth. "But what else does the General do?"
    He shrugged. "You mean besides making us all
contemplate suicide? Nothing much else expect on Fridays he goes
into town."
    "Why?"
    Tavis rolled his eyes. "To get food why else?"
    Keon was careful to hide his smirk while Tavis just
slowly raised his eyes to stare up into the tent.
    He finally said, "I think his favorite type of food
is young redheads. Females usually and in their late twenties."
    Keon shrugged casually. "Everyone has to have a type
I suppose."
     
    "Keon!" General Dickson barked, "what are you doing
here?"
    He threw up his hands in a contemplative gesture.
"Can't a guy take a midnight stroll."
    General Dickson just snorted. "Well if you aren't
going to do anything really productive then make yourself and grab
the other shovel."
    Keon just shrugged his consent and leapt over the
hole. It looked deep, about two feet, and the dirt looked
especially dark in the pitch black night. The field was pretty bare
expect for wild grass and the woods looked to be about a mile
away.
    "Well don't just stand there!" Dickson snapped,
"start shoveling!"
    Keon picked up the old shovel and heaved more than a
pound of dirt. It may have been pitch black, but with his vampire
eyesight Keon could still the girl laying at the bottom of the pit.
She looked young and and was wearing a brown dress. Probably a
bar maid from one of the local taverns. Cheap wench that nobody
will miss. Keon chuckled before the moon came out from behind a
cloud. The piercing white light shone down on to the field and onto
the grave. It was the moonlight shining on her that made Keon
notice her red hair. It was long and lay about her head like a pool
of blood as if someone has smashed her head in.
    Keon's good mood quickly dissolved as he heaped a
pound of dirt onto the girl's head. I hate redheads , he
gripped inwardly, they remind me of my mother. Keon's mood
soured as he thought once again about the one woman he despised the
most. God I hated her! As if it was my fault she bore me out of
wedlock. If she had kept her legs closed than she wouldn't have
that problem. I didn't ask to be born. Hell! I never