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2030 was a year of breakthroughs. Most thought it was too early whilst others took joy in the development.

Galaxies collided with war. Earth decided to stand up.
By force, people were taken as live, Human experiments. The work, money and time paid off… only to become a disaster. B.B.Ds (Beings By Darkness) or Thieves, run wild over the galaxy.

With no memories of being Human, or any obligations to follow laws, Thieves (with their physically fit abilities and eternal life) are the darkness and criminals of the galaxy. One, however, one worked.

A fifteen-year old. Innocent blood, taken. She was to stop the wars of Humans and Thieves, and even one day bring peace to the galaxy.

But, like every other specimen, it failed… and now, she is the Most Wanted in the galaxy.

It is now 2200. With forces rising rapidly and threats become more common, the only objective for her is to escape Earth, but after a few life-changing events, how can this be pulled off? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 120    Comments: 18    Likes: 11   

Chapter Two - Just To Escape

Silvia had made her way over to Queens; the wrecked and dull part of New York. Its buildings were rough, desolate and the streets were dirty and polluted. It was clearly Thief territory, so Humans avoided it at most times.

Having driven around the place silently for hours, her feelings were getting worse. Was it hunger? Depression? Fear? Or all three? Either way, it was Hell.

After a few more minutes of driving, she finally stopped at a very narrow alleyway, peering down it.

Silvia glanced around nervously, hoping that no one could see her. She cautiously drove down it, parking the bike along the graffiti-covered wall. It was a dead end here...

She glanced up; it was just a building towering over her, a few birds flying overhead in the dull sky. She took a nervous look back and then walked up to the wall. She tapped it four times with one of her sharp nails, still looking behind her.

There was an echoed clang and, suddenly, she fell straight down through a dark hole. The cold wind rushed passed her until she landed cat-like on the hard ground.

Silvia slowly stood up, glaring around the room in exhaustion.

In the room, was a very, very thin TV which seemed to be controlled by hand. Two white and soft, rounded chairs were hovering a few inches above the ground.

A rough and dirty sofa was at the side, matching the dull walls. The ceiling was quite low, but it was certainly better than a cell.

Silvia, however, did not feel at home. Questions stabbed at her head painfully of all this trauma that had happened. Trano? Transfer? It was exhausting.

Silvia walked through an automatic door on the right side of the room. Inside was a very small and dull kitchen. Only a fridge, a few weird-looking tools and a metallic counter was found.

With a sigh, she took a sandwich out of the fridge and gulped it down. A sick feeling pierced over her, making her groan slightly.

She staggered through another automatic door at the other side of the room, were four hammocks were hanging in a dull area.

There was a barred window on the ceiling which had a view of the darkened sky.

She climbed into the lowest hammock and lay there, staring into nothingness. After a lot of thinking and nervousness, she slowly but surely closed her eyes and fell to a painful sleep in the hammock...

It felt like hours passed. Faint voices could soon be heard…

"Is she okay?"

"Yes... she's just exhausted..."

"Can we wake her up? Please? Please?"

"Shut-up and sit down or... or something"

"Why don't you?"

"Shut it, Sam... Look. She's waking up"

"... Shut-up, Barsy..."

Silvia slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room. In front of her were three boys that looked of eighteen.

They glared down at Silvia nervously, until Silvia gave a smile. They then started laughing, as Silvia suddenly leaped out of the hammock. She pounced onto the center one, who had brown hair, a good-looking face and pale, blue eyes.

"Sean! Barsy! Sam! Where have you been!? I was so scared that you weren't going to show up!" Silvia yelled excitedly, hugging Sean tightly, who was almost choking.

Once he had managed to tear Silvia off him, he fixed his sleevless denim jacket, chuckling nervously.

"We were out... getting ourselves a meal" the one on the left said, combing back his black, gel-covered hair. He had tan skin, and a wise appearance about him, unlike the other two.

"Are you sure, Barsy? How about last time? When food was an experiment?" Silvia chuckled.

"Well, I can't help if I'm smart" Barsy said, a little proudly.

"We arrived probably a few minutes after you fell asleep and we just wanted to see you... err... wake up...? Welcome back anyways" the last one, which was obviously Sam, muttered awkwardly.

He was more like how a gangster would appear, but his face was, what one would say, "adorable".

Silvia smiled as he held up a bag of stolen Chinese.

"So... what was Daniel like this time?" Barsy asked in the middle of the meal.

"He said he was going to put me on Trano... but I managed to escape though the interview room's window" Silvia snapped angrily.

"Oh... so he was being a real di"-

"Ahem!" coughed Barsy. Sean looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Barsy and muttered something under his breath.

There was a long silence, but Sam broke it.

"Silvia... you know what Trano's like. It's horrible so you're going to have to avoid being caught and put there. It's literally a nightmare come true" he warned.

"Hmmm. Sam actually used the word literally right... well done" Barsy said in a not-bad, tone. Sam smiled proudly.

"Hey, Sam... did you get the car back"-

"Oh, the one we were meant to rescue Silvia with yesterday? Oh... Daniel took it. I got away just in time. He wasn't happy with it. Sorry, Silvia. I called them but they wouldn't answer. I heard them say I was silly and undignified. Oh, and they laughed" Sam finished to Silvia casually.

Each of them looked open-mouthed at him, but Silvia was more furious than the boys.

Sam looked at them, his pale skin going even more pale. He stood up nervously, then went running out of the room. As Barsy was about to talk, he then sprinted back in, taking the food and disappearing.


"We're sorry! Okay!? We sort of… um… forgot that we sent Sam because... ah... well... we were hungry!" yelled Sean, panicking.

"Pathetic excuse..." Barsy muttered, looking away and putting his hand to his chin.

"I was in Jail for NINE months! NINE!" she screamed angrily.

"Yeah! Some people get pregnant for nine months!" Sam's voice screamed faintly from the room, making Sean groan.

"Accept our apology! It wasn't a big deal! You escaped, didn't you?" Barsy demmanded.

Silvia sighed. She looked at each of them, her blue eyes glinting.

"Fine. I forgive you... but say sorry to Sam" ordered Silvia.

Sean and Barsy nodded, looking at Silvia's tail swishing frantically.

They finally finished up their food and went into the hammock room, lying down on their "beds". Sean and Barsy apologized to Sam (which seemed to be an act).

"So... when can we leave Earth?" asked Silvia, looking at the dull, cloud-covered sky through the barred window in the ceiling.

"Leave?" Barsy muttered, looking very puzzled.

"Well... you can't expect us to stay here all our lives" Silvia snapped back.

"What planet do you expect us to go to? They ALL have Police on it and they ALL have danger on it" Barsy grunted, flicking through a holo-mag (basically, a hologram panel with the latest gossip).

"Except Solarous" suggested Silvia.

"Ah... the planet of lights... no Police at all... just a massive city... overrun by Thieves" sighed Barsy, smiling to the air.

"Yeah, but how do you expect we get there?" asked Sean, looking down at Silvia from his hammock.

"Well... we'll steal a car" she muttered awkwardly and looking away.

"We can't just steal a CAR. We need the version of the car that can actually use light speed... its pretty new" Barsy said thoughtfully, looking further through his mag.

"It WILL be quite a challenge" he soon added.

"Why? Why will WE, of all B.B.Ds, not be able to handle it?" Silvia asked.

"Because it's heavily guarded, the place to get it isn't in America and everyone knows who you are" Barsy snapped quickly.

"Well, you're the smart one so figure it out" groaned Sean, pulling out an strange-looking music player. It sat firmly in his palm, and was transparent along with his earphones.

"I already have. Go to England using a stolen plane from the military base fifty miles from here, get to the warehouse where its placed, knock out everyone in sight and leave with the car" groaned Barsy.

"So why don't we do it?" asked Sean, just about to press the play button.

"BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LEAVING!" yelled Barsy furiously, almost breaking the panel.

"Calm it, Barsy. We could at least give it a try" Sam muttered, shrugging.

At that remark, Barsy started yelling at a confused Sam.


"You are one know-it-all"

"No I'm not! I'm just smarter than all of you!"

"Yeah? Well, yeah, hm... I can eat faster"


"BARSY!" Silvia screamed angrily.

"What?" he snapped, frowning.

"We could sneak in using the roof or something. We don't have to barge in and be noticed so easily" she said quietly.

"Yes..." started Barsy.


"... But we AREN'T leaving! Plus we can't use a rope like that two-hundred year old movie, Mission Impossible, Sam watches! The car would way a ton!" he shouted.

Silvia groaned and gave up. She slopped down on the hammock, muttering curses to herself.

"That is a very good movie" Sam said innocently.

It went quiet. Faint Hardstyle music could be heard from Sean's earphones (Sean was asleep).

Silvia glanced over at Sam, who seemed to be humming to himself. Barsy had turned over, his back to them. Soon, Silvia felt drowsy, but deep in thought.

I will go to England, I will get that car and I will leave this horrid place, she thought... but how would she do it smoothly? That was a mystery, especially when Barsy was around, which was quite an annoyance.

To make matters worse, Daniel was looking for her. Well, it was quite normal but he never had threatened to put her on Trano.

Silvia shivered at the name. Trano... living Hell for Thieves.

With thoughts swirling, she fell asleep, escaping to her dreams of being "free".


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