Year E3029

Ocea

Her smile was uneasy with pain as maroon dripped from her lips. The warm liquid touched my cheeks from her blood-covered fingers.

"Mom," I whispered, with my bottom lip trembling.

My father rushed to her, scooping her into his arms. He gently set her on the grave while everything moved in slow motion. I fell to my knees, touching my cheeks, and saw her blood on my fingertips. Crawling to her, I placed my forehead on her legs, sobbing. Stopper grabbed my shoulders, trying to pull me away, but I smacked him.

"Ocea," he said, eyeing bobbing around at the chaos. "You are in the open. They can shoot you."

"I don't care!" I yelled and placed my face back on my mother's legs.

Footsteps and gunshots echoed by me, but my father's whispers were all I could focus on, his secrets of love. The words that could break the hearts of onlookers.

"Beck." My mom's voice was weak with death.

"Shh," my dad whispered. "Don't speak. Close your eyes, my kitty."

I peeked at him, seeing his forehead on hers. Tears streamed from him while one drifted down her face, landing on the gravel below, her purple strands staining with red while the breeze brushed her flyways. My heart ached in my throat, unsure if I could survive without my mother.

My dad hummed a soft tune. "Past, present, and future."

My mom smiled. "I will love you in my next life," she said, breathing between words.

"I had and will love you for many lives," my father whispered while my mother's body relaxed into resting.

I wept, tightening my arms around her limp legs. My life changed dramatically in one day. The Men of Suits had taken and ruined everything in my world.

"Come on, Ocea," my father's voice scared me out of crying.

I glanced at him before he nodded. "You need to go."

"We can't leave her here!" I yelled, shaking my head.

"We aren't." His eyes filled with tears while the blues mimicked a river rushing down his cheeks.

"What are you saying?" My throat hurt from the words.

"Ocea, you need to leave with them. I will find you."

"No!" I yelled while a gun blasting echoed near me and the bag nearby exploded from the hit.

"Go!" my father yelled, wrapping his forearm under my mother and lifting her dead body into his arms.

"But Dad," I cried before a hand touched my shoulder from behind.

Dan stepped before me, shoving my shoulders while blasts vibrated around us. I turned and looked at Wyatt, his eyes swollen with sadness and holding in tears from everything.

"I'm sorry," Wyatt whispered, and a bullet whizzed by his head and stuck to a tree. "You will thank me later for this later."

Wyatt scooped me up and threw my body over his shoulder. I hit his back with my weak fists. Tears drained from me like a cloud melting with sorrow.

"No!" I yelled, hitting his back.

Propping myself enough to see my dad in the distance, I watched him in the smoke and rubble, carrying my mother, frozen in a frame, the last image of my life being taken from me.

"Please." I reached my hand toward him, begging for him to follow us.

The sorrow of hope disappeared.

"I promise to find you, Ocea!" my father's voice yelled from the smoke before his shadow ran off.

So much for promises.

✧✧✧

A bright light hovered over my closed lids. I opened my eyes in a blur, and my neck ached with pain. A strap crossed over my forehead while my wrists tied me to the metal table. I wiggled, feeling my ankles strapped as well.

"Becca?" I questioned, straining my eyes, but I couldn't see anyone.

Quickly closing my eyes, hearing the door, a hand touched my hair before circling to the foot of the table. Slightly peeking, the orange hair already told me who had me. Mr. Cop tilted a tablet toward him before handing it to a lady in a white coat.

"Thank you, Dan Cyder," Till Cop said, mocking. "Took way too long to get this wicked girl."

My heart sank, knowing Dan had been the mole. Out of all the brothers, he had never been on my list.

"This is the seventy-sixth saffum we have spotted in the city," the lady said, clicking on the tablet.

"We must destroy all these freaks before they ruin our plans." He laughed, touching my leg. "Stupid bitch didn't even know she was the key to all her answers."

The lady giggled with him. "Mr. Cop, the Saviors will go down. We need to get all the saffum first."

I peeked at her, seeing a metal mask covering half her face, a hollow socket, uncovering with an eye missing, defeating the mask's purpose. Her gray hair hung to her shoulders, snagging the white lab coat at moments. She leaned over my face as the smell of pineapple melon filled my nose.

"Okay," she said, moving away. "Start cutting soon and send all the parts to the harvest lab."

The door shut with a click. I opened my eyes quickly, glaring at Mr. Cop. He smirked, setting the tablet on my stomach. His evil expression leaned close to my face while his breath masked the air.

"Hello, Ocea," he whispered, brushing his fingers into my hair. "Nice to have this conversation with you."

"Fuck off!" I yelled before the door opened and a tray with tools wheeled in. The young man in a white coat nervously avoided eye contact and rushed out of the room.

Mr. Cop laughed. "Time to take you apart."

I wiggled on the table, not feeling anything budging. The ropes burned on my ankles and wrists as I pulled and tugged. My heart quickened with the sounds of the metal tools scraping on the tray. Mr. Cop whistled a high pitch, shivering the tune down my spine.

He brought a thin knife close to my face, cutting my cheek. His smile brightened, showing his evil soul. The knife moved to my neck, cutting a deep gash as I sensed the warm blood pooling around my shoulders.

I screamed in pain, and he laughed into the stale air. His orange eyes glared at me while his knuckles whitened from the clasp on the knife. A yell from outside the door reverberated off the white walls with a cry while wheels from a squeaky table rolled a victim to their torture.

"You have zero idea how long I had been waiting to do this," Mr. Cop said, strolling to the door and locking it.

"I didn't know you were so obsessed with me," I replied through my teeth as I glared.

He laughed. "Not only are you a freak but also a Savior, so yes, I have lots of pleasure in taking you apart piece by piece."

He licked the knife with a growl, closing his eyes. A smirk slowly formed into a smile.

"Should I leave you and the knife alone for a minute?" I wiggled my shoulders, feeling the blood drip down my spine.

"You mock me, but in the end, you are a nobody."

Mr. Cop quickly took a vast step and stabbed the knife into my upper leg, provoking the tablet to slip from my abdomen to the floor. The point of the knife tinged onto the metal table as I wailed with tears rolling out of my eyes. He placed his blood palm on my lips, muffling my cries as the pain radiated up my body like fire, burning me alive. The piercing misery wiggled to my toes, tensing my legs.

"Shhh," he whispered in my ear. "We don't want to wake up the other freaks in the surrounding rooms."

I bit down on his palm, causing him to jump back. "Bitch!" he yelled, shaking his hand and seeing blood pool.

I spit his blood out of my mouth with a chunk of his meat. A splat sounded while his flesh slid slightly across the room toward him. I laughed, focusing my eyes on the light above me.

"The Saviors will destroy you," I said, giggling. "Maybe not today, but one day they will butcher your ass and everyone behind it."

Mr. Cop grabbed a white cloth with a grunt from his trap and wrapped it around his palm. Maroon seeped through the fabric quickly, dripping in seconds.

"The Saviors will unite. The Saviors will save all," I whispered.

He glared at me with a scuff and grabbed another cloth. With frustration, Mr. Cop slammed his fist on the table, realizing his wound would need more help.

"The Saviors will unite. The Saviors will save all," I said louder, feeling my soul ready for anything.

"Shut the fuck up," Mr. Cop said before using his teeth to tie off the bandage.

"The Saviors will unite! The Saviors will save all!" I yelled, hearing my voice vibrate through the building.

"I said, shut it," Mr. Cop grabbed the knife in my leg and yanked it out.

"The Saviors will unite! The Saviors will save all!" I screamed, hearing a male voice down the hallway mimicking me.

More voices joined in as people ran by my door in security suits. The victims of the MOS yelled all together, bringing hope to our hearts.

"The Saviors will unite! The Saviors will save all!" I yelled as Mr. Cop placed the knife on my neck.

"You want to die early?" he asked with his face close.

I closed my eyes, ready for my ending. "The Saviors will unite. The Saviors will save all," I said with a crack, tensing for my blood to spill out and paint the room maroon.

A bang from the door had Mr. Cop jumping and me opening my eyes. I let out a breath. Another knock on the door saved my life.

Mr. Cop glanced at me. "Not finished yet," he said, tossing the knife on the tray and walking to the door.

"Don't kill her!" a female voice yelled before he opened the door.

"Why?" he replied as the scientist with the metal mask quickly walked in with a tablet.

"I need two nurses now!" she yelled as two white-suited women walked through the door. Stitch her up and make sure her leg is unharmed."

"Yes, ma'am," they replied simultaneously and swarmed me.

Their icy hands touched my skin with stings as they inspected all my injuries. The mask lady tapped on her tablet before putting it in her pocket. She smiled at me as the one blue eye inspected my face.

"Why are we helping this Savior?" Mr. Cop yelled from shock with his hands in his haik. "We must harvest those parts now."

"Blood work arrived on my desk, and something unique popped up," she replied vaguely and eyed me.

"But—"

She crossed her arms while tapping her foot. "I am the leader of this group, so there are zero questions. If I say I don't want you to kill her, you will not be asking questions." She snapped her fingers, causing two vast men to walk in. "Take Mr. Cop back to his office."

Mr. Cop looked at me with a glare. He clenched his hands into fists and peeked at the knife, wanting to do the final blow. His exhale broke the intense air.

"Go before I put you back on the streets!" the Men of Suits leader yelled.

Her, the Men of Suits leader, had been hiding in the group this entire time. The brains behind everything had been an older lady with a lab coat, a woman with one eye, and not a man behind a desk.

"Get her cleaned up and send her to the others," she said, brushing my hair away from my bloody forehead. "Keep her tied up."

"Why?" I whispered, feeling my dry lips.

She tilted her head. "Why not?"

"Who are you?" I asked, while a nurse untied my wrist.

The leader smiled with warmth, innocent in the eyes of the most evil person on Safforia. I had waited a long time to execute the leader of the MOS, and I lay here, questioning why she let me survive.

"I will see you in a bit," she said, walking away.

After cleaning me, the nurse tied a rope around my wrist, provoking me to look at her. Her green eyes watched me, taping a bandage on my cheek. The leafy strands of her hair poked out of her nursing hat.

"You must be someone important if she stopped this." She placed a bandaid on my arm.

"What is her name?" I asked. "The leader of the Men of Suits?"

They both laughed with soft giggles. "Oh no, nobody knows her name. We call her our leader," she replied as I noticed the chip in her arms, a slave to her as well.

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