Ideas, commonly known as 'Visions', are no gift.
Visions are dangerous.
Visions are only to be used under careful government supervision as decreed by our Commander and saviour.


2. Kathryn's Eyes

Kathryn never understood why her Father acted like she was still a baby sometimes. Even though she knows nothing about this “College” place, to her it was obvious it can’t be nice place if guards took time out of their walking-around-being-useless programme to take them there.

Rubbing the spot where the staff met her back, her thoughts flashed back to this morning. The banging on the door when usually no-one ever called round. Seeing her Dad’s body slammed to the ground. The scream... her scream. All whizzing around her mind and she couldn’t stop it.

Kathryn followed her Father out the door that morning, blood dribbling down his nose. He guided her by the hand like a puppy on a lead into the circle of guards. They cut them off from the world but not the burning of people’s sneers or from their whispers or from the sounds of spitting on the ground.

It’s only out of fear.

Kathryn keeps repeating reassurance over in her head.

Fear that they might be accused of helping us just by looking. Fear that they’d be next.

She tries one of her teacher’s methods to calm her thoughts by concentrating on the dull sound of boots. She’d normally scoff at these techniques, but concentrating elsewhere than the situation to hand did stop her gritting her teeth for a moment.

Kathryn stands on her tiptoes to look over the shoulders again. The soldier behind her presses her head down with his hand. A colossal shadow gradually covers the group as they march onwards once more. The hand won’t let Kathryn look up. Dirt turns to concrete and footsteps echo as they move forward into The College.

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