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
When someone asked how I would die, I thought of the Men of Suits. Out in the City of Rise with a gun. Dylan would cry while Wyatt hunted down the one who ended my life. Stopper would leave the group and find himself in a dark place, not knowing how to move on. All three would realize how simple death would be with one second of blissfulness and the next, tears and sorrows.
Thomas would join Dylan with tears down his cheeks while holding me, praying for more time, and confessing his love for me, the sad romance from an Earth book, ending his story. With no fireworks or steamy scenes, he would experience loss before he lived a life with love.
I knew the MOS would be part of my death, but ending my life while tied up on a metal table as I am one step away from bringing down their headquarters. The group leader was in my hands, but her grip was tighter on my palms, mocking me.
"Where are you taking me?"
The man rolled my table down the vast hallway, laughing at my question. The two nurses stayed in pace behind me with their hands in their pockets, steps in sync. A light down the corridor flickered before a deep voice yelled in pain from a dim room.
"Help!" the man's voice yelled with fear. "Someone, please help—" He cried before the lights flickered, stopping his sentence.
"What are they doing to him?"
They rolled me by the window while I arched my head, feeling the rope on my forehead, not seeing anything. The lights dimmed again with another scream.
"What are they doing to him?" I yelled, but the man rolled me faster. "Leave him alone!"
"Ha!" a familiar voice mocked me. "We like to torture freaks like you."
Mr. Cop slammed his fist on the table, stopping the wheels while the other man stepped back. His orange eyes glared at me before he adjusted his tie. I fisted my palms, not meeting his gaze.
"All of you half and half are an abomination, and I will kill you one day," he said and leaned closer. "The leader may have saved you for now, but she will not be there every time," he whispered.
His breath masked my cheek as he smiled with an evil grin. The man rolling my table coughed before bowing his head at Mr. Cop.
"Sorry, sir, but I have an order to place her with the others." He clenched his jaw, almost nervous with Till Cop.
Mr. Cop stepped back and gestured for us to keep moving. He tilted his head and waved at me. I spat, watching the liquid land on his suit. Till froze, white-knuckling his fist, but the man behind me wheeled me away before Mr. Cop could react.
The man rounded the corner, rolling his eyes at me. "You sure like to make things worse, don't you?"
I arched my head, feeling the rope dig into my forehead. His badge hung out of his pocket, dangling. His suit fit too tight around his arms, and I noticed the nurses watching his ass. He fidgeted with his hands, gripping tighter on the handles before seizing his biceps, the chipped arm. His eyes were uncertain, but why would the MOS have him at the headquarters when he still had little brain activity?
