The night was cold, the storm ,an unsettling blood red, covered any hints of light left.
There was a silence so loud it caused a sense of disturbance in the atmosphere. A loud crash of shattering glass suddenly broke the silence. Outlined on that fateful night; luminated by the piercing moonlight, was a woman. In her hand, she clutched a baby. Gunshots filled the air, each bullet was filled with murderous intent. An intent to destroy. The woman jumped. Her descent was quick but not without peril. Crimson blood leaked like a waterfall out of a gunshot wound in her leg. Thinking quickly and with urgency she limped to a nearby church. The church was an old rickety building, full of cracks and holes. Plants took over every nook and cranny. Gently she laid the baby down on the oak wood stairs. Tears filled her eyes as she looked deeply into the eyes of the baby. One was as red and violent as the blood on her; and was a deep calming blue, as calming as a clear summer sky. Tear glistened on her face as it dropped to the floor. With a kiss, she was gone into the darkness. All that remained that night was a baby and a handkerchief. Something was hastily written on it. A name.
Mota.
17 years later..........
"Hey wait up! What about breakfast."shouted woman dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. Her messy hair was tied back." It's fine, It's just a stupid ceremony that happens every year". Replied a boy dressed from top to bottom in a black uniform, a gold crest embroidered his left chest. With that he hurried off, toast in mouth, his brown hair like a bird nest. "Hey Mota, you forgot your pho-, jeez he's already gone". The woman left off a sigh and went back into the house.
"Oh #@#*, I'm gonna be late" thought the boy. "Oh no". "Oh no". "God dammit". So encumbered in his own thoughts he didn't notice the girl in front of him. "Oww", they both said in unison. They both got up awkwardly, nearly bumping into each other again. "Oh morning Mota, how are you?" greeted the girl first. She was also dressed in all black except for the red accent sewn into her skirt, a gold crest attached itself on her left chest. Her bright blond hair was a harsh contrast to the muted colour of the boy's brown hair. "Oh. Hi". the boy looked away in a hurry. His face grew warm. "Come on lets run for it" The two students agreed fin unison and bolted down the road. A blur of Black and Gold. Unknown to them at the time, they were being followed. Also unknown to them, Fate will change forever on this day.
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MOTA!
Science FictionOne day fate was changed forever.... A story of self discovery about the past and science will unfold.
