In Part 1, our intrepid band of wayward teens had broken into the Gurney Mansion, intending to vandalize the abandoned and decaying home. As they enter the extensive library, they find a chair in the middle of the room. A chair that is not empty.
They froze, overwhelmed by the apparition seated in the oversized chair.
It was a figure dressed in white, a white so bright it emanated light. Everything was white - white loafers, white pants, white shirt, even white hair.
It was not a ghost. It was something much, much worse.
It was a Kingdom Knight, a member of the special Knight's Guard that enforced the holy laws of the Kingdom.
And it wasn't just any Knight. Oh, no.
The only things that were not white were a black tie and a red badge with a black number in the center.
"Hello, Hunter," said the Knight, sitting, staring at them smugly. "In the vernacular popular before Kingdom Rise, you all are 'busted."
Hunter Blue stood deflated. He removed his goalie mask, having already been identified. A cold chill filled him. He knew who this Knight was. No question about it. It was his Uncle, Luther Blue. The family member who had climbed the highest in the Kingdom hierarchy. Luther was the Sheriff of Dizon County.
"Look, Luther," pleaded Hunter. "We didn't mean nothing. We was just having some fun..."
Luther cut him off. "Fun. is that what you call it? Celebrating an unsanctioned holiday in forbidden costumes?" He pointed to Winston, who was holding the egg carton. "Intending to vandalize personal property?"
Suddenly feeling exposed in her Jezebel outfit of transparent scarves, Candy said, "Please. We're sorry. We'll go home and repent. I swears."
Luther picked up a nearby drop cloth and flung it at Candy. "Here. Cover yourself up, harlot."
Luther, standing, his commanding presence dwarfing them, continued. "This is an egregious and insulting slap in the face to the Kingdom, to the church, and to your families. All that we have tried to do to give you decent, safe, and holy lives, you have spit on. It seems like there is only one thing to do with all."
Jessica moaned. "Oh, no. Please don't."
Luther stared at Jessica, a crooked smirk on his face. "Be grateful, witch. If this were the seventeenth century, you would be burned at the stake. If I thought you were a witch, you would receive the harshest punishment. But, no. I know your family, and I know you're just a stupid child who doesn't know any better."
Luther walked up to Hunter, inches from his face. "No. What should happen is that y'all should be sent to Redemption Camps. For however many years it takes to straighten you out."
"Come on, Luther!" Hunter said. "You don't need to do that!"
That's Sheriff Blue," Luther said.
"Sheriff Blue," Hunter corrected himself.
Luthrt paced, passing by each one, all but Hunter whimpering. "Why should let you unholy delinquents get away with this?"
"Give us a chance, Sheriff," whimpered Winston. "We'll do better. I promise."
"Oh, yes, you will," said Luther. "Maybe I will let this pass. But if I do, you will be mine. I expect you to report to me every week with a detailed report on anyone, and I mean anyone, who is planning anything or is out of line in any way."
Hunter grasped what Luther was implying quicker than the rest. "You mean, you want us to be your narcs?"
Luther sighted. "Another archaic reference. I prefer to think of you as Truth Seekers, helping me shine the light on evil and treason. Do you think you can do that?"
"Do we have a choice?" asked Hunter.
"Of course. I can have you at the Redemption Camps first thing in the morning."
Hunter did not like being put in this position at all. But since this was what it was, he knew the only thing he could say. "Sign up up. Your new Truth Seekers Squad stands before you."
"Fantastic!" Luther smiled. "Welcome to the defense of the Kingdom!"
The teens stood, vanquished, hollowed out, empty vessels fit to be filled with spying for a Kingdom none of them really believed in.
