October 14, 1622

          After seven long and treacherous months at sea, we have finally reached land. We have named this new land, Massachusetts .  Our masters sent Nate and I out today to find a place to set up camp….this is a deserted ice prison from what I've seen. There are no people here, that we know of, only soil trees and animals.

October 15, 1622

          The effects of winter's wrath are being felt by all of us. What little food we do have left over from our voyage will be gone in a matter of days. Even though there is food, it is rationed VERY strictly, this is causing starvation; and the weather isn't any help either. Many of us have been ensnared in the grasp of pneumonia, yet, none have died…yet.

October 16, 1622

          Today can only be explained in one word, orgasmic…allow me to explain.

          Minister Cain, sent Nate and I into the forest to hunt. Our food is now gone, and if we don't return with more, then not only will Nate and I be killed, others will die as well.

          So there we were in the woods, muskets in hand, in desperate search of deer or a few rabbits or perhaps a bear. As much as I hate to say it, all our efforts are for not; we found nothing. And then our luck seemed to worsen.

          There was a snap behind us, the sound of a twig snapping, Nate and I turn around, to see Daniel standing behind with musket aimed for Nate. As if in response to our stunned expressions he says "Look here Clumen, I've seen the way you look at my sister, how polite you are to each other. There's no way I'll let my sister Mary, love a worthless Clumen."

          Nate was frozen in shock, and Daniel was about to fire; so I relied upon my instincts…I shot first.

          The lead pellet from my musket was now  stuck deep into his neck, blood was pouring out of his throught as if it were some type of satanic fountain. Daniel dropped to the ground, writhing in pain, yet, no words, no moans, no blood curdling scream could escape his lips. After a few more seconds, Death had finally taken it's embrace, as Daniel now lay still.

          Nate now released from the grasp of silence spoke; "What have you done?!?! Do you have any idea what will happen when they find out what happened?!?! They'll have us both hung!!"

"If ,they find out."

"What do you mean? Of course they'll find out!"

"Not if we both keep quite. Just keep your mouth shut and hide the body. They'll be none the wiser."

"So you plan on living now in a life of sin and lies."

"To save your life, my dear friend, of course."

"Alright, what do we do with the body?"

"Well we've been out all day and haven't caught a thi-"

"Damian, you're not honestly thinking of-"

"We have no choice. People will die if they don't eat soon. This is a gift from God! It would wrong not to use it to save these people."

"But Damian-"

"What?!?! Do you think it wrong to save the woman you love?!?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You'd have to be blind, deaf, and daft to not notice the signs. Have you not wondered why your dear Mary has been locked away in  her cabin at all times now? Or why she speaks so softly now, as if Death it's self has taken her? She is dieing and needs food….and this is it."

"But it's her brother!!!"

"TO SAVE HER LIFE, SHOULD YOU REALLY GIVE A DAMN??!?!       You claim to love this woman, yet with her death near, you would choose your conscience over her life. What kind of man would dare put himself above his beloved? Certainly you of all people, who have tasted loves lips would know that she must be saved no matter what. When we were in the debt prison, they told me the tales about how all Clumens are useless and not to be trusted, but I said they must be wrong. I gave you my trust. You are my best friend, because I believe that you a the kind of person that puts others above himself…do you really want to betray my trust in you?...or betray Mary's love?"

"I see, you're right."

"Yes. Now lets get to work, and don't worry; every thing will be fine."

          So we spent the next hour or so, cutting, skinning and boning Daniel's body. After our work was done, we buried his bones, clothes, and musket; and left the skin for the animals. If my idea works, then when we come out to hunt again a bear or deer will be attracted by the smell, making it that much easier for us.

          When we returned to camp, we were welcome with open arms. We were treated the best that people like ourselves could ever imagine… because we were the saviors.

          The camp leader, Minister Cain, had Daniel's flesh cooked and evenly distributed to everyone. Even Nate and I received a fair, and equal share, yet, Nate was too sickened to eat, for only he and I know where this glorious feast is from, and yes it was a feast, because there are only eleven people here. I myself had no trouble at all in consuming the meat.

          On this I must be honest; I found it quite humorous. While devouring the meat that will surely save her life, Mary looks into Nate's eyes and ask, "Nate, have you seen my brother?", and then she takes another bite. Nate could not utter a single word.

October 22, 1622

          These past few days have been…complicated. Daniel has been missing for quiet some time now. Every one has decided that he must have gotten lost in the woods, and to save themselves the same fate, they have chosen not to look for him. Mary grieved for three days straight but now she has come to terms with her brother's apparent death.

          I have heard tales of soldier who have fought in wars, and after killing men for the first time they have nightmares about the men they've killed haunting them. I have to admit that after killing Daniel I've…been having odd dreams. Well actually they're memories, yet why these memories I do not know.

          The last dream I had was a collection of my past struggles. It started out like this: I was only 8 when my father ruined our family's good name. usually the name Walker would be spoken of with great respect in Great Britain . We were a rich family, and we had been for generations. But when my grandfather Syrus died he left the entire fortune to his only son Gegory. My father was a wise and kind man, yet he did have a taste for rum and gambling. Within a years time father had lost it all and our family was carted off to debt prison. Back home, if you couldn't pay off your debts you and your family was thrown into a prison until you could pay.

          On the night when they came for us, my father tried to fight them off. He took my grandfather's sword from atop the fireplace, and when they came onto our property father slashed away. He had no mercy on these men. While there were only two of they it was still a magnificent fight. Ha ha ha, I guess that's where I got my killer instinct from. In fright one of the jailors opened fire, and hit father in the right lung. He would live a long twelve years after this, but I'm sure that in any other man, this wound would kill.

          With my father injured, it was easy for them to shackle us to the cart, and as an act of revenge on my father cutting and stabbing them (although them were well enough to cart us) they burn my only home to the ground and forced us to watch. My father, who had been so sure in his combat abilities told us not to wake my little sister Amanda, at the sound of a gun shot she awoke, yet was too scared to leave her room. We were all forced to listen to her screams of pain and fear as she was burned to death and the jailors laughed a our tears.

This is only the first chapter. The next chapter will tell us about Damian's life in prison, meeting Nate, and maybe why he is so…disturbing.

                                                                        Kris