The Life Of Mars

Prologue

*Mars is in the picture above
"Mom! Barry!", I screamed. The lone desert road had only one person walking in sight, which was me. A few miles up ahead I could see 2 piles of what looked like dust. My mother and stepfather were on an evening drive in their ancient red Lamborghini, like they usually did on Sundays. Except this time, a 10-mile drive took 4 hours. My little brother was starting to panic back at the house, with just our dog for company. Me, being a technologically advanced person, took it upon myself to hook up the outdated GPS system of their car to our house's network a few months back. They had agreed when I told them it would take snapshots of all the places that the car has ever been. Now, however, the GPS served a completely different purpose. I pedaled my bike harder as the tracker beeped more frequently, signaling that I was getting closer to the car. When I saw the pillar of smoke in the air, I thought that maybe they had run into some car trouble. But why wouldn't they have just walked back if that was the case? I mean, I had pedaled 2 miles to find them out here. The closer I got to the pile of ashes, the more I noticed that something was off. What was that smell?
  I stopped in my tracks to see the burning mass of what used to be my parents' prized 21st century antique. I took off my sunglasses to get a better look at what happened.  It sure wasn't a spontaneous combustion, because there was gasoline poured all over the eroded tar around the car.  So, it was on purpose. But, why would they do that to their own car?
  Well my friend it only gets worse from here on out. A few feet ahead of me were the 2 piles of burning matter. I think I know..but that's impossible.
  My breathing spiked and I could smell the raw, putrid flesh of the dead bodies in front of me. One of them had tons of hair that was now burnt. My mum. One of them had a metal leg. Barry. There was a sign a few feet off to the side of the road, hidden behind the sage brush, which no one would have seen unless they stepped and looked at the barren desert for a few minutes.

With Love was written with blood fingerprints on a dilapidated piece of cardboard. I could only think of one reason why that would be written but I didn't want it to be true. Can't be, no, this can't be it. My mother and stepfather were dead, murdered in cold blood. I knew that much. The world was spinning and soon enough, I could feel my feet sinking fast to the ground. I heard sirens coming towards me as the world slowly went blank.