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
"Cut the bullshit. Where are you taking me?" I asked the woman in the mask, the leader.
She scuffed, shaking her head. "Such a dirty mouth for a pretty girl," she said, voice smooth, almost singing. "You look a lot like your mother."
I rolled my eyes, fidgeting with the restraints on my wrists. Glancing behind me, I saw a woman in a guard's uniform holding a gun and her muscles the size of a man's. She glared at me, keeping pace with our steps.
The lights above changed from bright white to dull yellow as we descended deeper into the ground with no stairs, but I could feel the grade of the slope.
At the dead end, where the hallway turns, a cell with thick metal bars as an old lady leaned with her arms out of her prison. Her grey hair stuck to her face from the moisture, and her eyes widened when she saw us.
Banging on the bars. "Witch! Witch! Witch!" the lady yelled, causing more screams to echo down the hallway.
"Oh, shut it, you old hag," the leader said as we rounded the corner.
Cells lined the vast hallway with various safforians and humans caged. They yelled and banged their hands on the metal bars as we walked past, spitting at the MOS leader.
"Bitch!" a man yelled, stretching through the bars, trying to reach for her, but his fingers were inches away. "I will strangle you one day!" he screamed while we kept walking.
The guard behind us swung her gun and hit the man's arms, causing him to fall back, but the violence didn't stop the rest. A purple safforian female laughed with mock, her eyes on me before gesturing a kissing motion.
"Looks like the witch brought us another friend to play with." She dragged her pointer finger across her neck and howled.
"Don't mind them." The leader gripped my upper arm, dragging me quicker down the hallway. "Trapped in a cage can make anyone insane."
"Then why do you do it?" I asked, yanking my arm from her grasp.
"Science," she replied, continuing our walk. "You wouldn't understand."
"Yeah, because you are all-knowing, right?"
She paused for a second and clenched her fists. "This way." Her steps quickened, staying one pace ahead of me.
The prisoners didn't slow down while most screamed profound words at us, but I slowed down and stopped when a young yellow safforian girl sat on the ground with her face on the bars. Her tiny hands were in the dirt below, tracing pictures while ignoring the chaos.
I raced toward her, sliding to my knees before the guard could stop me. With my hands still tied, I cupped them on top of hers. She didn't glance up at me or even stop tracing the image of a home.
