[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

I feel safe here, with the other children. That way the grown ups ca n't get to us. I'm thirteen, I do n't have long left, as we are forced out the day after our fifteenth, birthday, for good. Some take it better than others. 
 
 I do n't remember my parents, most of us here do n't. A lot of the children are found by scout and groups when they are quite young, either abandoned, by parents who ca n't deal with the ever close possibility of their child getting executed in front of them, or given up by parents for the same reason. That is also how we survive, a lot of parents give us food, but the rest of the things we need are scavenged. 
 
 A lot of grown ups know about us, we are the child rebellion. Apparently, according to the older kids, the group was made around 5 generations ago by a family who did n't want to give up their children during the first ever Life Giver ceremony. The Life Givers are a group of scientists who found a way to make people live longer, which sounds great. But for it to work, they need to kill people, the younger the better. Young let people work better as they have longer to live than older people, and that's how it works, by giving the older person the years that the younger person should have had. Apparently, they had made farms for children, where they would be born, and given checks by the doctor to make sure they were healthy, and I suppose'worth' killing. I do n't understand how exactly it works, and to be honest, I'd rather not find out. 
 
 No adult had ever found us before, in the entire time that we have been together. Usually, the only adults the scout groups have contact with are donors, and they do n't want to find us or give us away, as we are looking after their baby. Some of the babies die, if they are not healthy enough, but most make it through with the help of the donor parents. Some scout groups have gone out and never came back, but we do n't talk about that. 
 
 We do n't have much in the way of things to do down here either, there is only a little bit of electricity, coming from a generator, that's older than me and no one knows how to fix if it were to break. We do have a lot of books, which is usually what we do, we read, tell stories and play games like hide and seek. I do n't know what kids do on top or what they did before the Life Giver ceremonies. But we do have a radio, which is set to the news. Mostly it is boring stuff to listen to that we do n't know much about, like politics and science. The reason we listen though, is for the stories about the children who were n't lucky enough to be part of our group. It's really hard knowing that kids like us are getting killed everyday, so grown ups can live longer. 
 
 It's getting close to another Life Givers ceremony, it's in a few days I think, and the radio is full of updates about the children farms. The ceremonies are every year, in the summer, and are auctions of the children to grown ups that pay the most money, the younger ones are more expensive, and so are the healthy ones, as they usually live longer. This was a really scary time, even for us, as there are patrols looking for kids who are not at home, running, or sent away by their parents for their safety. Each house is searched for children in the weeks close to the ceremonies, and the radio is always on, so we hear of every single kid that has been caught. 
 
 When there were patrols, we could usually hear them over us, it sounds like a lot of people, and you can hear the clanging of the metal cages used to put kids in. There was a patrol yesterday, and everyone has to be silent, it's hard for some of the younger kids who do n't know what's going on, or the babies that ca n't be controlled. 
 
 It was then that Parker, one of the leaders who was fifteen in three weeks, blinked the lights on and off three times, the code that meant there was a patrol and we had to be silent. The entire tunnel fell quite, as we started to hear the thundering of the engines and the stomach churning noise of the cages. Suddenly, one of the babies started crying. Hannah, who was looking after some of the babies, and was the oldest girl at thirteen, picked him up to soothe him. It was too late, one of the patrollers had heard, `` did you guys here that?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, it sounded like a crying kid! Bu... But where did it come from?'' 
 
 Some of the others had now covered Hannah and the baby up in blankets to try and muffle the noise. There was no noise from up above, the patrol had stopped. Everyone stayed still, and was dead, dead silent. The baby cry was so faint now that they surely could n't hear it above ground. Minutes passed, without any noise, from up top, or down here. Then, out of one of the pipes leading down to the old sewer where we were, came rolling a small ball shaped thing, clunking as it hit the concrete floor. A small light on it stated blinking, before it started to roll by itself towards us. Nobody moved. As it was rolling by, the ball, still beeping, seemed to be looking for something, until it rolled up to the baby area, near where Hannah was standing with the still snuffling 8-month-old. 
 
 `` Viable sacrifice acquired!'' 
 
 They had found us.
