When Earth Stopped Moving

Chapter 0 : PROLOGUE-Part 1 : 17 years ago .

"No...NO...Don't take him ...Spare my child ... DON'T YOU DARE !" Shouted a strangely familiar female voice .

But the policeman was barely hearing her . With a slightly trembling hand and a cold look that successfully hid his regret , he pointed his gun between her crying eyes . The woman's begging to not take her child away from her were incessant , forcing the policeman thumb to almost hit the trigger . The woman , despite being in tears , managed to notice that slight move .

-"NO !NO! I'M SORRY ! She added in a seemingly panicked voice .
-« DON'T TAKE HIM ! I CAN PAY YOU WITH ANYTHING , MONEY , JEWELERY , THEY CAN COST MORE THAN .... She added with what seemed to be her last words .

No one ever knew , however , how much could that jewerely cost as a bullet suddenly went through her skull , throwing her lifeless body on the ground , horror engraved in her face ...

And then there was me. The little 7 months old boy who courageously stood still , watching the whole death scene of his mother , not comprehending what was really happening . I didn't try to defend her , rather simply looking at the murderer as if it wasn't that out of the ordinary to take someone's life ...

He made a steps toward me , staring me with anxious eyes -perhaps worrying I could escape from him- and awfully smiling at me , trying to make me think he's not a threat for me anymore , mumbling some words I obviously could not understand . When he eventually took me by the hand , I did not have the slightest reaction, I just let him drag me out of the room ...then out of my house .

He hid my face in a little blanket and brought me outside . The storm was so violent that we reached a point where we could not see anything anymore beyond few centimeters .

The image of mum lying on the ground was getting further and further in the darkness of the night until the cold winter weather breezed my face . The policeman then put me on the siege of a helicopter and fastened a seatbelt around me .

-"NUMBER 999 has been captured sir " , he said to the pilot .

Right after he fastened his own seatbelt , the helicopter engines roared one last time to fly towards the snowy clouds ...

And that's how it happened . That's how I've been captured . If someone ever asks me how I remember the scene with this
much detail , I'd probably be lost myself trying to answer the rather simple question ...

Along with hundreds of other kids that year , they took us away from our families thinking they would save lives , thus guaranteeing a bright and safe future for future living generations ...

It was at the very moment the last helicopter took off to the stormy skies of that last day of February that the fight of humanity against its seemingly inevitable fate had started . A fight that would soon lead to war within the next two decades between two sides that shouldn't have even been against each other at first place ...

Little did I know that I , David Peterson , the 999th soldier captured , was going to be in the heart of this war against our fate .