Chapter 2 Emit

Liliana Roslyn POV

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The irritating high pitched alarm ringing, wakes me up from my sleep-like-a-log slumber. I guess being the day I've longed for is actually today, literally makes me feel all bubbly on the inside, to hear its screeching sound.

I stretch my arms, while yawning before rolling out of the bed. I swiftly open my baggage parked beside my bed to take out a black coloured satin top and a skimmery skirt.

Once laid on the bed, I go to peep into the bathroom just to find no one in, yet. The confined space bathroom that the generous bitches of a specie that enslaved mine created for us. I bet no human would have been alive, if not for our precious blood that they need.

The warm soapy water hit my bruised body, making me flinch at first, but I brushed away the stinging pain when I kind of hear some whisper, probably from the dorkazoids.

Almost in a flash, my dress is clinging on my body as it brings out the shape of my frame, right after tapping off the shower and drying my dripping hair while the scent of Shea butter and natural honey fill my nostrils. There is no closet so I had to dress up in the bathroom, as always. Humans are a legal property of the benders. A slave that has to be content with what they get.

The dining hall echoes lightly on the influence of my black Chelsea boot. I grab a hamburger while tucking a strand of hair back to its position, on one of the serving dish packed in the drain board and a cappuccino.

The sweet taste of the coffee sastify my taste bud as I look for an empty seat to eat. A red eye, bulky security bender stop me on my track, who has been noticing me since I was the only girl in the dining hall yet, pointing to my coffee as he complains.

"Why don't you grab pomegranateade instead? " Benders are nice bitches that want our blood to flow and circulate richly.

For their benefits, of course! Their ilk are very much calculating.

"Um... Its my birthday and its a big day for us, humans. I'd prefer cappuccino over other things". I facetiously replied, licking off the foamy cream that must have formed a shape of moustache on my upper lip. A thin-lipped smile comes up my face.

Mr Dominic's mouth slightly part like he wanted to say something, but a familiar, annoying, feminine voice arise from behind one of the pillars interrupting him, and earning our attention.

"Let her be, Dominic! She's going to be marked as an emit anyway, perhaps commander Lucas will choose her."

Pervert! She must have listened into our conversation. Miss Rogue and I share an intimate enmity, well.. Its a long story. An air bender instructor, that explains how she heard us.

The school bell ding, after a while of absorbing insults from the dork face, Mrs Rogue, and finding a seat in this now crowded room.

I'm finally eating my breakfast serenely while humming at the pleasure my tongue gains from this aromatic hamburger when a voice startle me, causing some of my coffee to spill onto the table from the impact of my unconscious flinching.

"Hey babe, morning! " The owners voice winks as she grab a seat to sit beside me.

"You're gonna get me another coffee, right?" I frown flippantly. My right hand still glue to my chest.

"What? Is that how to greet back a friend,uh?" She questions, folding her arms across her chest.

I glance away before responding her acerbically. "Yep, for a friend who doesn't have the bottle to refill my coffee." I pause and add. "Okay, Good morning! "I huffily said, raising my hand in defeat when her charming, penetrating eye refuse to back off.

One thing I hate about Rita is that my insult never affect her, but hers, they  pierce every inch of me.

"We should head to class before Mrs Rogue kick our asses. "Rita points out, and I can't help but to giggle.

"Ouch! Someone is afraid to get bruises on their ass. " I jocularly replied.

Rush of adrenaline hits me when Rita bumps her fist, lightly onto my bruised shoulder. "Its okay, just an unhealed wound. " I strangulate her voice that wanted to say sorry. I hate hearing it from a friend, especially her.

The hallway is getting engulf by students rushing to class. Its ingrained in our nature to get in before the instructor. Well, for me... Count me out and you can say that the no one reason, I receive bruises award everyday.

After a while, our instructor, Mrs Rogue graces us with her presence, and without warning the class fall silent instantly. King of all benders 59th principle taught us that.

Her high heeled shoe echo all through the taciturn room as she takes each steps, pacing to and fro.

Finally she decides to break the silence. "As you've all known, your 71th principle indicate that you're to walk to a room where the commanders are going to decide your fate and then get transferred to the referendarius where you will be bought. " she briefly recite, "isn't it?" She adds.

"Yes, Mrs Rogue."

The students tremulously answered her all together. No one dare not to answer. Except me, of course! I'm the girl with two heads, who can challenge her.

"This year's different. The commanders won't meet you. You all will be auctioned off to the referendarius base on your school performance". She explains, but her clarification was not enough for me, I needed to know more.

If what she's saying is true then for sure I'd be marked as an emit, but.... What if my owner punishes me excruciatingly before killing me while I'm sure the commanders won't even let me finish my first abusive sentence before killing me. No, no, no... The commanders must meet us, especially me! My inner voice rings in my head.

"Why won't the commanders meet us?"asks a voice. Wait! Was that my voice? Yeah, it is. All eye diverted to the courageous me, Liliana Roslyn. The troublemaker.

I've fucked up, big time. Stupid Ana. Mrs Rogue may deliberately send me off to a cruel owner, or she may even buy me, and I swear that will be a hell for me. A raging, blazing hell.

Fuck! Ana, you should have kept silent. A pity voice rings in and out of my head.

Mrs Rogue's lips curves into a devilish smile. Her shoe clicks with each steps as she walks toward my desk with antipathy. She hates me disgustingly. "Probably because our leaders are busy, and doesn't wanna waste their  precious time on you, sleazy creatures."

she chuckles in a perilous manner, patting my cheek lightly, but I didn't show any ounce of fear. She must be really mad at me because of my annoying act.

I was convinced that she's done, when she stopped the patting and pulled back. Little did I know that she has tons of vengeance waiting to throb me to death.

Involuntarily, I hurl my trembling body with a thud onto the white coloured tiled ground, wheezing uncontrollably. That bitch is controlling my brain or something. The once silent class has turned in chaos.

Freak, I can't breath. The pain is instantaneously killing me. I think I'm dying. Apparently no humans get a pleasant death anymore since the mass started but at least mine shouldn't be this horrific. I should die with dignity not just killed like an animal.

Insentience's surmounting me abruptly. Life's slipping away from my hold gradually.

Serotonin fills my body in a jiffy. I don't know why the happiness of not dying overwhelm me. It's what I've longed for, right?

A whine escapes Mrs Rogue mouth, guess she was halted from her goal of killing me painfully. "She wouldn't learn. "The bitch defends herself, probably from the unknown person, whose presence I just sensed.

"What fucking excuse are you giving? "A masculine voice asked. " your job is to break them, not kill them. You shall be punished! "The voice roars gruffly.

My weak body is still lying subconsciously, gracefully listening to their discussion. Soon... My senses blur and my body fades away obscurely into slumber. Blackness overcomes me instantly.

My eyelid flickers open to an appreciative dark and warm room. The cosy feeling that I receive from this room makes me want to admire every inch of it intricately, but my blurry scenery hinders my need. A throbbing pain strike my head, when I try to rise up from the sink-me-in, softest bed I've ever slept on

Instantly, my half-way up body rest back to the bed limply, while an excruciating shrill of pain escape my mouth. Anguish engulfs me.

Jeez, I can't move, I can't remember anything. What's happening? I'm in a fucking distress, right now!

After a short moment, the door creak open and then got slam almost in a flash. A pleasant smell of cinnamon, grape fruit and a mint citrus fills my nostrils. Okay, maybe I was just exaggerating, but the smell seems alike my guessing. A familiar, intoxicating, masculine voice speaks modulationally as he interrupt my train of thoughts.

"You are awake already "he scoff and continue. "Now I know why that bitch wanna kill you. "He speaks tonelessly, or maybe not. Let's just say that I hate his statement. "Who the fuck does he think he is? He dare not talk to me this way, if not for my body that can't retaliate. I would have strangle him. " my terrorism voice howls out.

"You are a strong human. Even though you are helpless, you are still thinking of killing me, its quite impressive. "The voice speaks teasingly. "Someone will love to have the kinds of you. You will be a perfect emit."he added.

He adjusted the chair beside the goddamn soft bed I'm on, and I heard a light flump  sound indicating he has sat down since my body is too weak to sensitize my environment. All I can do is to listen.

He pat my cheek and fright travels down my spine. The last time this cheek got patted, it all went horrible. At least now, I'm starting to remember some few things, and my eye glue even more tightly than before waiting for any incoming pain.

I swear! I'm finally doomed. None of my plans are going well. Instead of collecting my death certificate happily, I'm being kept.

After a while of silence and continuous patting of my cheek. I'm sure it must have worn out now.

The door slams open with a smacking sound as it hit the wall opposite it. I'm pretty sure the door is definitely made of strong steel, because if not. It would have demolish.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Says the familiar voice as he jack in his irritating patting. He's voice's tight.

I hope whoever opens the door has a concrete reason or else they might not see the daylight again.

"The Harlow's are here, commander Lucas! "A manly croaky voice reply bubbly. "... And they are all water benders. "The voice continues his speech after a moment that seem paused.

Wait, what! Commander Lucas? He.. He could have drained, tainted, and drunk my blood onsite without any consequences. He could do anything. Just hearing his name make my body shiver more in pain and the throbbing head ache increases. I must have met his good side.

I hear the faint clicks of their shoe as they go farther away from my room, better still, the room I'm kept in. Their voice starts to vanish and billions of fears travels through my every nerve.

Suddenly, a calm, feminine sotto voice startle me, making my body tremble. Well... Only I can feel the trembling, my body is lifeless on the outside.

"Commander Lucas ordered me to stay with you. " the voice quiveringly explains. She must be an emit, her voice sounds weak. If only my eye can allow me to see the owner of the beautiful voice I'm hearing. I feel pity for her.

I know what I'm doing is wrong, according to the 60th principle, but I can't help it. Fuck! To hell with their bullshit, cow-dung principle.

"For real, Ana.... Cow dung? " my terrorism voice ask in disappointment, and I can't help but to smirk, on the inside, of course!

After a long moment that seems like forever. Seriously, being a lifeless dumb just for hours is killing me already. A distant war chanting, explosion, and rumbling of ground and water waves sound is heard.

The door slams open once again and a thud is heard. I guess the door has finally gives up. A heavy tremulously breath escapes the emit's mouth. Poor  thing, she must have undergone varieties of suffering.

Fate has decided to fuck me up. I don't even know how much pain I can endure before finally giving up.

The once sweet masculine voice that I cherish, now known to belong to the callous, cold-hearted, commander Lucas speaks with order.

"Tell all benders and slaves to rush down to the orlop deck. All water benders are to get ready and alert, waiting for my order. We are evacuating. The ship's wrecked already and we can't afford to get ambush again. "

I can hear some footsteps rushing to the opposite direction, probably going to execute their commander's order.

"Leave us! " commander Lucas disembodied voice commands and without delay the footsteps of the girl vanishes as she walks to the same direction the guards went. Something fishy is going on, and I'm fucking kept in darkness.

His fingers rub my forehead, then he runs them through my dark blonde wavy hair. His voice starts to fade away inside my head as he mumbles.   "Sleep". His voice is nothing more than whisper.

Instantly, darkness was bestowed on me...