Prisoner 999 (Under Editing)

Prologue... (Edited)

2035, 12 January, Mars

          "NOOOO!" I screamed as I tried to break free from the iron grip on my right arm. Tears welled up in my eyes. I saw my Mother and Father sank down to their knees, dark red liquid oozing out of the wounds on their backs.

          "Come on, Emmaline. We have to go!" My Soard, Sam hissed and tugged at my arm. Their eyes lost that spark, piercing their lifeless eyes through mine. 

          Both of their eyes held one word; Sorry. 

          I stared at my parents outlines that became blurrier and smaller and smaller, desperately trying to memorise their features. My lips quivered a little. Sam dragged me into the spacecraft. I slammed both hands onto the glass table as he tried to settle me down onto my chair.

           I hardened my jaw and glared at him, "Let me go! I'm going to kill him! I will! I need to!" 

          His grip on my wrists tightened and he glared back, "Emma! Emma, listen! Stop it! Your parents, your people want you to live! We're going to Earth to recuperate until you are of age to rule." 

          I clenched my fists and tried to wrestle out of his iron grip in frustration, "6 years, Sam! 6 years later! 6 long years! My parents need me now, my people need me NOW!"

         He snapped while buckling me up onto the seat, "Look at yourself now! You're not trained, if I send you out there, the last hope for our people would vanish. So, take deep breaths and calm yourself down. The last thing we need is for your fire to go wild. I promise when we'll avenge our brothers and your parents when you're trained." 

          I wanted to argue but decided to shut my mouth tight. I turned my head, looking out of the glass window, at my parents' dead body with that traitor standing over them, holding my cane while smirking up at me with a victory glint in his eyes. 

          I whispered harshly while keeping my eyes trained on him, "Vale amor ones, vale mea Mars. Nunc tantum, vale mea Mars." Goodbye my love ones, good bye My Mars. For now, goodbye my Mars. 

          I closed my eyes, trying to slow my pulse to drift off to sleep in this uncomfortable and cold chair... 

2037, 12 January, San Francisco

          "Wake up 999!" Fists pounded on the metal door. Groaned softly, I glanced at the meal pushed through the door before it snapped shut. It has been one year and 3 months without Sam, 1 month in prison. 

          Taking the slightly yellowed and sour-smelling rice onto my lap, I began to feed myself. 

          Sam died from protecting me during an invasion thanks to that traitor. The mortal cops or police (according to the signposts outside of the building) thought that I was a fugitive and locked me up. Ever since then, I have been here in this dark, moldy, smelly cage just like a dog's cage. 

           I put the emptied bowl down on the floor and used my unevenly chipped nails, scratching one line off the wall. 1 month and 1 day in prison. 

          Sitting down on the hard cold and damp floor, I thought: earth is so different from Mars especially with my elements, inheritance, legacies, powers whatever humans call supernatural. It is much weaker compared to when I am in Mars. But 9 months with Sam taught me a lot. I just needed to wait for the right time to escape.