story writing debate

1: The Choices He was 5 the first time he saw them. For some reason he knew all his life that they would come for him. He loved his family, but he knew he needed to go with them, or else that would mean all his family’s death. All his loved ones, his grandmother, his mother, his older sisters, his baby sister, his baby brother, it would mean their death. He had to go. When they came, it was summer, and they were a season late. The war lord’s collaborators came to him while he was working alone in the cruel field. He always was alone being the oldest male in his household at 5. Normally his sisters would help, but that just wasn't possible today. On the day the men came to them it happened to be the dried out, hottest day. When the men approached him the man asked him in a coarse voice, “What is your name?” The little boy said, “Alamo.” “Good, Aluko. Do you want to come?” The man asked ignoring his name entirely. Alamo thought ‘no I don’t want to go; life would never be the same, the lies, the death, the absence of food.’ He also thought of Ishmael, his 6 year old friend, the boy who escaped. The poor boy with the absence of his head, all his body parts chopped up into soup, all the blood. There was so much blood. The boy’s burial, the witch doctor couldn’t do anything. He never could. Anyways, there really was nothing left to heal. The man shouted at Alamo, “Are you coming!” It wasn’t a question, the man knew the answer. “Come on Aluko!” he said. He got to their den; it was near the canal, the one that the older girls fetched water from. There were twenty other young boys and girls. He noticed the youngest was four. ‘Wow, they must really be in need this season.’ The man told them where to sit, and he started telling them what their first assignment was. “Go back to your families; tell them a story, a lie if you will, of why you are late. Then at when the moon is at exactly its highest peak I want you to sneak to your father and slit his neck and cut off his head,” The man took a long pause to make sure they all took it in, “then you will go to your mother and bash her through her heart 35 times with an axe,” Another long pause, “and with your brothers and sisters you will bond them all together and we will all have a bonfire.” Some children nodded others said no. Alamo just stared at the wicked man. But the evil man continued, “If you say no you will be butchered, your feet and your hands, at the kneecaps and the elbows, at the shoulder blades and the crotch, you eventually will be cut into 12 pieces but we will not, we will not spare your family. It will be worse, more than 100 times worse than what would have happened to them if you took care of them. I will not spare any of them.” Alamo knew there was only one choice he agreed to the evil plan. But one of the girls, his best friend Keinitti said no. the evil man grabbed her, and called to 5 of his helpers, “Go to her hut and kidnap her family. But be quiet we don’t want anyone to be suspicious.” The men sent out. Keinitti was weeping for sorrow but she knew nothing could be helped. It was too late. When the men where back with Keinitti’s family the man called out to Alamo, “Take care of them.” He was shocked. Then the man handed him an axe. The young boy walked to his best friend’s father, with the axe held high above his head. He pleaded in a whisper, ‘I know someone is out there, listening to me. I know you can hear everything, please, please help me.’ The rain started like never before. It was the hottest day, but it still was pouring everywhere.