After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
Her smile was uneasy with pain as maroon dripped from her lips. The warm liquid touched my cheeks from her blood-covered fingers.
"Mom," I whispered, with my bottom lip trembling.
My father rushed to her, scooping her into his arms. He gently set her on the grave while everything moved in slow motion. I fell to my knees, touching my cheeks, and saw her blood on my fingertips. Crawling to her, I placed my forehead on her legs, sobbing. Stopper grabbed my shoulders, trying to pull me away, but I smacked him.
"Ocea," he said, eyeing bobbing around at the chaos. "You are in the open. They can shoot you."
"I don't care!" I yelled and placed my face back on my mother's legs.
Footsteps and gunshots echoed by me, but my father's whispers were all I could focus on, his secrets of love. The words that could break the hearts of onlookers.
"Beck." My mom's voice was weak with death.
"Shh," my dad whispered. "Don't speak. Close your eyes, my kitty."
I peeked at him, seeing his forehead on hers. Tears streamed from him while one drifted down her face, landing on the gravel below, her purple strands staining with red while the breeze brushed her flyways. My heart ached in my throat, unsure if I could survive without my mother.
My dad hummed a soft tune. "Past, present, and future."
My mom smiled. "I will love you in my next life," she said, breathing between words.
"I had and will love you for many lives," my father whispered while my mother's body relaxed into resting.
I wept, tightening my arms around her limp legs. My life changed dramatically in one day. The Men of Suits had taken and ruined everything in my world.
"Come on, Ocea," my father's voice scared me out of crying.
I glanced at him before he nodded. "You need to go."
"We can't leave her here!" I yelled, shaking my head.
"We aren't." His eyes filled with tears while the blues mimicked a river rushing down his cheeks.
"What are you saying?" My throat hurt from the words.
"Ocea, you need to leave with them. I will find you."
"No!" I yelled while a gun blasting echoed near me and the bag nearby exploded from the hit.
"Go!" my father yelled, wrapping his forearm under my mother and lifting her dead body into his arms.
