In a post-apocalyptic flooded world, the last remaining humans live on large Navy aircraft carriers huddled together forming a city. The richest people enslaved and oppressed the rest of the masses to maintain total control and power.
Two Lovers who...
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Irina's Father continued—
—"Pyotr and Antonina Tchaikovsky were Irina's real parents. They came here with Irina on a little wooded rowboat when she was about 3 or 4 years old. We were on the east edge of the city at night when we saw their boat. Your parents were calling for help.
They were really worried because their child was ill with a fever. We saw that they had wealth. They had very valuable clothing. They had gold and silver jewelry like none we had ever seen before.
They offered it all to us if we could help them and their sick child. So, of course we helped them up onto the ship from their little boat. We nursed their sick child back to health.
They told us their names were Pyotr, Antonina and, (looks at Irina) Irina Tchaikovsky. They told us that they fled from a Navy ship far away where the rest of their people live. They told us that they were the offspring of royalty. Kings and Queens.
I guess that would make you, (smirks at Irina) a princess. But they told us the King and Queen did not want a girl. They had enough females already. They told us that they couldn't afford to feed the population that they had.
So, they only kept the stronger sex and would kill all the female babies that they didn't need. Your parents decided to save you and they fled before the King sent his men to kill you. They knew the King wouldn't try to go after them.
The King had another son to continue his royal line and the way he saw it, the fewer mouths to feed, the better. For us, it was a golden opportunity to disappear. To make the police believe we had died.
We killed them and burned them inside a house to make it look like we were the ones that had died in a fire. We took everything they had brought with them. Clothes, jewelry, baby clothes, a doll, their rowboat, even two little music boxes that they had with them.
Irina should remember, they played the music for her every night to put her to sleep. We sold everything and went into hiding. We even thought about selling her, (Irina), but we figured we'd get more value out of her if we kept you.
You, Irina, were only a prop that helped us blend in and hide from the police. Worked well for appearances and later for stealing. Once we had finished using you and had stolen enough to disappear again, we framed you and left."
Detective Waters sighed disappointedly and got up from his chair and said—
—"Well, thank you for wasting my time."
Waters walked to the door and walked out of the room.
Mason got up from his chair and followed Waters out of the room.
Then they began talking outside in the hallway.
"Are you leaving?" asked Mason.
"You heard them. She may be an heir, but she's not the heir the Leader wants. She's worthless."
