When we were captured we were all placed on our knees, handcuffed, in rows ordered by height. Perfectly organized by a perfect devil's perfect lackeys. Perfect, Perfect, Perfect.
The word even leaves a metallic taste in my mouth. It was then that the head sentinel came forward, one of The Mother's own special design, one it works through.
"You have all been accused of violating one of The Mother's headquarters. For this, you all shall be put to death."
The pleads and shrieks of concerned parents and families filled the air. No, the scent of desperation and tears filled the air. Then, the sentinel spoke again. Speaking something foul.
"The Mother has taken pity on you all."
The crying stopped, and the scent of desperation turned into one of curiosity and fear. The Mother never shows mercy, to anyone.
"The children shall be displaced. And those over the age of twenty will be put to death."
Acceptance filled the air as those over the age of twenty stayed in their spots and those under were dragged away,
children kicking at the sentinels dragging them screaming at the tops of their lungs at their parents, yelling at the sentinels not to take them away, that they would rather die.
Those over the age of twenty sat on their knees, hands in front of them with a solemn acceptance, as they looked through cloudy eyes at their families being dragged away before them.
I looked back at Margaret Hughes, to see her scar one last time, to see her truly looking at me, a tear running down her face, linking into her scar, to trickle down diagonal of her chin.
Looking at me. Then the sound of plasma cannons filled the air. I looked back again to see her slumped over herself. To see the only family I'd ever had. My grandmother was gone.
I dropped to my knees and stared blankly, the world seemed to be an ocean of water surrounding me, everything moving slower. I'd felt pain before.
Pain in sparring, pain in being caught in my spying drills and being punished, but nothing like the pain I felt of seeing her that way. I willed her to get up.
I needed her to get up! But no matter how I felt, she lay slumped over, face in the gravel that surrounded the headquarters we had just attempted to destroy.
I clawed at the ground as the sentinel dragged me away, screaming for my grandmother, the only family I had left.
I was the only one allowed to call her that.
I was silenced by the sentinel picking me up and carrying me the rest of the way to the relocation center. That was the last time I saw that woman again.
I hate her for letting me feel so weak, but without her, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now.
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