Steven Santos - The Culling

Fortunately, the shower’s mercifully short. In a matter of minutes, we’re dressed in our uniforms and lined up in the Company area, a paved rotunda just outside the barracks.

Slade’s waiting for us with a reptilian grin. “Welcome to your first day at Infiernos.”

“Doesn’t that mean hell ?” Gideon mutters under his breath.

Cypress smirks. “You got that right.”

Ophelia raises her hand. “Excuse me, but what time do we eat breakfast, again?”

Slade’s grin widens. “Why, right now.” Her eyes ignite with fury. “Drop and eat the pavement. All of you. Twenty push-ups. Now .”

The next hour is a grueling workout, starting with an upper body warm-up consisting of push-ups and jumping jacks. This is followed by a lower-body regimen of squats, and then an upper and lower body cardio-combo featuring pull-ups, squats, lunges, crunches, and running, with barely any resting time in between.

Slade’s shrill whistle pierces my ears, signaling the end of morning calisthenics. I’ve never heard such a beautiful sound. “That has got to be the most pathetic display of Recruit performances I’ve ever seen,” she bellows. Her face wrinkles in disgust. “Hit the DEE-Fak.”

“DEE-Fak?” I grumble, trying to push up from a kneeling position.

“Short for Dining Facility.” Digory’s holding out a hand to me. If it weren’t for the sweat glistening on the muscles barely contained by his tank top, you’d never guess he’d participated.

I shake my head and wave him away. “That’s okay. I can manage.”

He sighs. “Suit yourself.” Then he stomps away after the others.

After a couple of tries, I finally get my bearings and limp after them.

The breakfast spread is more food than I’ve seen in my entire life. The five of us sit at a small metal table in the mess hall, segregated from the other Imps, barely talking while we gorge ourselves on eggs, sausages, grits, oatmeal, toast, juices, milk, and coffee. Chewing and slurping. All too soon the spread starts to dwindle and I find myself shamelessly picking crumbs off my plate, staring at the empty surface longingly.

Digory’s arm grazes my own and I involuntarily shudder.

He’s holding out the last two pieces of singed bacon, one slice slightly bigger than the other. He grins. “Saved you a piece.”

My eyes bob between the two. “Any preference?”

“You take the bigger slice.”

“But-”

He doesn’t give me a chance to finish. He stuffs the smaller slice into his mouth and holds the larger piece to my lips. He chews quietly, his square jaw pistoning his portion into a bulge on his left cheek. Twin oceans of blue stare at me, looking almost amused.

My hand breaks free of its paralysis and reaches up to grab the other piece he’s offering. Our fingers brush. A jolt-like static zips through my skin. For a moment, his hand engulfs mine as I take a bite, our eyes never breaking contact.

Then guilt overwhelms me.

“What’s the matter?” Digory’s eyes are now turbulent seas. “You thinking of your brother?”

I nod and push my plate away.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t fret,” Ophelia coos. “I’m sure they wouldn’t hurt your little brother. He’s just a baby.”

“You’d be surprised what some people will do to their babies,” Gideon says in a flatline. He chews off a piece of cornbread. “You know what they call the Complex, where they keep the Incentives stashed?”

“Purgatorium.” Cypress stabs at her eggs with a fork, her eyes glassy.

“That’s right.” Gideon’s lips curve into a vacant smile. “Pretty intense sounding, huh?”

I fight the sudden urge to lunge across the table.

Digory glares at him. “Shut it, Warrick.”

When Gideon looks up from his own plate, he seems genuinely surprised. His eyes flit between Digory and me. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-no. They wouldn’t hurt him … ”

“Uh … this is the Establishment we’re talking about, right?” Cypress asks. She takes a last swig of juice and looks around to make sure none of the other Imps sitting nearby are listening. “The Recruitment … killing our loved ones … ring any bells?”

“Thanks for making my point.” Digory sighs.

Confusion elbows the sarcasm out of her expression.

Digory grips my hands. “Goslin’s right. It’s because of the Establishment’s cruelty that you can guarantee they’re making sure all of our families are being well-nourished and taken care of. They’d never risk anything happening to them and spoiling their sadistic psychological torture.” He leans in closer, drowning me in his eyes. “Cole’s fine right now, Lucian. If you trust anything, trust that .”

I squeeze his hands back. “Thanks,” I whisper.

Ophelia rests a hand on my shoulder. “During the Re-cruitment. That woman up there with you and your brother, Spark … that wasn’t your mama, was it?”

I shake my head. “Mrs. Bledsoe. She’s like a mother to me. To me and my brother. She’s looked after us ever since … ”

I swallow. “For a while now … ”

Ophelia smiles. “Mamas are so important.” Her eyes pool. “Heck, mine’s sacrificed everything for me.” The pools dry up. Her eyes are somewhere else again, just like during Slade’s “welcome.” “Mama’s made me who I am today.”

And just who are you? I wonder.

She laughs, almost as if she’s read my mind.“Me and my sister, both.”

“The two of them, your mother and your sister … they’re your people, I take it?” I ask.

“They sure are! I’d do anything for them!” She giggles. “So you see, Spark. We have a lot in common. I have my mama and sister. And you have your brother and that darling that’s like a mama to you.” She gives me a hug and leans into my ear. “I’m sure you’d just be totally crushed if something happened to that sweet little brother of yours.”

A chill slithers down my spine. I break free of her embrace and stare her down. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

She beams. “One can only hope.”

Then she turns to Gideon. “As long as we’re talking about family, who are you making a stand for?”

Gideon mumbles something unintelligible.

“What did you say, Giddy?” she squeaks.

He swallows the last of his cornbread. “My parents.”

“Parents?” Cypress grumbles. “I would have thought you sprang from a test tube or something.”

I’m expecting Gideon to fire back, both barrels blazing. But he doesn’t. Instead he just looks at her. “Nah. I’m one of the ones lucky enough to have both a mother and a father.”

“You must be so excited!” Ophelia squeals. “Have you thought about what you’re going to say to them when you see them again?”

He smiles. “I’ve thought of nothing else ever since I heard my name get called in Town Square.” He shrugs. “Guess I won’t know exactly what I’m going to say until the time comes.”

For the first time, I realize that there’s so much about them I don’t really know.

Including Digory.

I opt for the easier target. “What about you, Goslin?”

Cypress looks up from picking at her teeth. “Me? What about me?”

I roll my eyes. “Who are your Incent- family ? Who are you fighting for?”

She bolts upright. “None of your business!” She grabs her duffel bag. “You guys are really annoying with all your prying. Besides, tactically, it makes no sense to give away all your weaknesses.” She shoves her empty chair against the table. “Morons.”

I shake my head. “Maybe we’re just trying to get to know each other bet-”

“Get to know each other better for what ?” she snaps. “So we can say, I really like that girl or that guy, even though they forced me to pull the plug on my mother? Sheesh!”