The next ruler

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Narrator's pov (17 years ago)

                                                                                                                 2140 AD
ｍａｄｒｉｄ, ｓｐａｉｎ

Ｔｈｅ man screamed in agony as his fingernails got ripped off one by one. Blood leaked out, covering the dark table with red paint.

"Where is she? Your daughter we all know that you've hidden her from us now tell us where you've hidden her and you wife?" Another man screamed, clearly paranoid.  The man who directed the question was filled with rage, a vein throbbed out of his forehead and he bit his lips. His emerald eyes lit up, watching people suffer pleased him.

"I'll never tell you where they are!" The first man who was obviously older spat out with the look of disgust in his eyes. His face was covered in countless of bruises that had formed from his torture on his dark skin.
The younger man sighed and ordered him to continue to be tortured. "I want every ounce of information out of him!" The younger man demanded. The rows of men and women that stood behind his touched their forehead then their heart, an honorary salute.

"Yes captain Jones!" They yelled in unison.

Even in this future many would be given power. Only few men are called captains, they are third in rank just after vice admirals and admirals.
But this wasn't any captain it was Admiral Jones son and the Jones clan is known for their ruthless in torture making every prisoner they captured wish that death would come to claim them.

Captain Jones laughed as the first man cried in agony he was certain he would break and tell them where they rest of his family were, then slowly let parents watch their new born child die in the most inhuman way possible.
His green piecing eyes glinted at the thought of making unworthy humans suffer.

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                      ｔｈａｍｅｓｍｅａｄ,                   ｅｎｇｌａｎｄ

A young woman in a dark crimson cloak  walked down the shore line by the river Thames. Dark brown curls framed her face and the wind attempted to slice her skin repeatedly through her cloak and dreamed what it would be like if it was legal that she was here. Maybe she could had traveled with a T. T or could asked to stay in a hotel, instead of stumbling along. The small baby in her arms wailed quietly, as the cold autumn winds crashed onto her soft skin. She focuses her fire ability on the little girl, warming her up to cause her to fall asleep.

"Don't worry little girl your mother and father would be with you soon," she whispered in her the baby's ear softly. She kissed her head and continued the jouney as the waves in the river crashed into each other.