chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 6
"No, I do know him, he died while my mom was pregnant in me"

"What's his name?" it didn't sound like a question, it was more like a test

"Charles... "

"Here the lies begin" he cut me before I could finish

"I'm not lying!" I admitted

"How did your father die?" yet it wasn't a question

"One of your bitches" I was furious

"That's can't be, they don't lay a finger on a someone who has a family, except if he made a sin, a horrible one, your father is commander 169" he explained

"Wait, wait, wait. That's impossible. Half men have no feelings" commander? He was from the half men?!!

"That's what we all thought. But when we forced him to live with cloveks. He developed feelings"

"So you killed my father just because he has feelings"

"You do realize that he killed you, right?" he protests

"Wait, I don't get a single thing. How would he kill me if I wasn't born yet? "

He starts touching my birthmark on my neck by the back of his hand.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked

"You know that birthmarks are how you died in your previous life "

"Yes, but I don't find a reason why should I trust you "

He went to a desk and pressed a button. Opened a screen.

    A blonde girl in mid-20s was on a cliff was a man looks like me, as pointing a gun on her neck.

"Let me go, or I will kill her!!" the man shouts

    Commander 203 was just pointing his gun on the man.

"Last warning " the man yells

    Commander took a deep breath and lowers his gun.

"That what I thought, but she knows too much," the man says as he shots on her neck, the same spot I have my birthmark! before he ran away.

    The commander shot the man directly at his head.  And rush to the girl, dead girl. He was sad. Sad?

He has feeling too.

"Who was she? " I asked him.

"My girlfriend," he says

"God that's creepy, let me out" I yelled

"That's you, rebellious flower. Ok, I get that you are short and brunette while she was blonde and tall. But let me ask you. What would you do if you were her?"

"Nothing, actually. Now let me free "

"I can't. They will decide what they shall do with you "

    He was about to leave, his hand was on the doorknob. I must have his attention

"Ain't my mistake that you snitched on me"

He turned his head to me and took two steps towards me

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me "

"Well, sorry to disappoint. But it's not me. It's your little friend. What was her name?... Yeah Sara " he had a cold voice while saying that

He left

    I was shocked. My eyes were filled with tears. That's not true... Right? I hope that. I saved her. Why would she? 

    30 minutes past. Till a crew of five  half men. Two females and three males. Commander 203 was nowhere to be found.

    They removed the chains. They placed some tiny devices all over my body. One on my chest. Two on the wrist. One at the back of my neck.

    What's going on? I'm not ready for this. A guy wears all black, gives a look to the crew and they left. He grabs my arm and walks me to the end of the hall, where there is a sofa. I took a glance around.

    Half men everywhere. They are all on groups working in projects and labs. I have no idea what's going on.

    Next thing I know is that commander 203 walks to me. But not directly to me. And when he passed next to me. He drops a paper. Looks to me he did it intentionally. I opened the note

Grace,

You made such a mistake. In twenty-three minutes, your life is out. They knew. They knew about you, they knew you still alive. They knew about your blood, they knew that you are the rebellious flower. I know you might freak out. But they think that every rebellious flower comes, has either bad or good luck, so they will try you out. On desert! You have to find the dragon's heart. The dragon's heart is like a chip. Except that it has all the information you would ever think about it. And guess what? After they have it. All cloveks will be already dead. I will keep an eye on you. Take care.

© nada saeed,
книга «the broken dream».
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