A pool of blood was all around me. Blood that wasn't mine mixed with my own all around me. Stuck to my clothes, my face, patting my hair down, and staining everything around me.

"Get that boy!" Voices yelled. I ran, clutching the notebook to my chest for dear life. I put the real one in my personal made pocket inside my coat. I had designed that large pocket just for this purpose. I took my own notebook out and rubbed it agents my clothes, and skin. The pages and cover socked in the blood like a sponge. My skin burned from the rough touch of the pages, but I had felt a lot worse.

Someone tackled me to the ground. I hadn't planned on getting caught, not this time through.

Rough arms hoisted me up and tied my wrists together. I struggled and pulled on the ropes. A sharp blade pushed agents my throat. I stopped moving. They were more prepared this time around, I wasn't worried though.

A man came running from the back. He held a gun in his hands, a flashlight, and a few other weapons that he created. The knife dug into my skin more.

"Father." I stated. The blade pushed deeper into my skin, causing more of my blood to come out. "Another family reunion." I added. My father licked his lips. A habit I had myself, which I hated that I got from him. No blood dotted his body. Only some on the bottom of his pants and shoes from other people. None of his own.

"This time you are in the side of the blade, and it's your turn to talk." He said.

I didn't respond.

"Why do you hate me?" My own father asked. I laughed. My chest hurt from the laughter as I laughed until I couldn't breath. At points as these, I started doubting my own sanity. Here I was drenched in blood, with a knife to my throat laughing my head off.

"You really are an idiot." I laughed. I couldn't stop laughing. No one joined in with me. My father snapped towards me, pressing another blade agents my cheek.

"Answer my question." He said. I stopped laughing and snarled. His wrist was touching my face, and if I could I would bite him hard.

"You kidnapped my sister." I spat out as he pushed the blade deeper into my cheek.

"I'm her father." He said.

"YOU SENT HER INTO SPACE ALONE TO A HOUSE ON NEPTUNE WITH KIDS HER AGE! THEN YOU LOST CONTACT WITH THEM AND DID NOT WANT TO SEND ANYONE TO GET THEM!" I yelled into his face, spitting on his face purposely a few times.

"She was a test subject." He said. He took the notebook from me. "Take him away." He commanded. He took the notebook, the only notes left on my sister and tore them to pieces. Tearing my hopes in pieces in the process. For the first time that day, tears pricked my eyes, but I don't dare let them loose down my cheeks. I held it all in.

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Author's Note

This the first chapter from Mars' point of view!!!!! I'm really excited to be writing about this subject since I've had senes from this book in my mind for ages now.

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