Time to Travel

This story is Book Two of the First Arc of the Time and Space series, and the view is Tymia-Transformia's. The plot is that T-T (not the emoticon, but I feel that way about her name) goes with her daughter, Tymia. Unfortunately, they way travel back to when Cerion had Radia, where the family lives currently. Book One is Different Dimensions. Enjoy! Moderate for violence, graphic violence, torture by spears, two deaths, and abuse. WARNING: AS YOU CAN PROBABLY TELL THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!! PRECEED WITH CAUTION!!!
== Preface- Time Travel ==
Ugh, how I hate my name. Wait. It's time to write. Me and Tymia go back to 1990, when Radia was owned by Cerion, the planet that Galaxy-Traveller, Galaxy, and Tyme is on right now. Oh, how I wish Tyme was with me right now. He's my little one! I bet he's wishing for mommy right now! Too much? Okay. I wander around old time Radia. The cars are different, but I don't care. The civilians are Cerian, though. We hear Ceriun whispers as we pass. Tymia says (in Radian), "I think they're whispering about us." Soon, guards arrive. Oh no, we're in trouble, I think. I say, "Please spare my daughter if you hurt us." Then I realize that Translators weren't invented yet. They were invented on July 18th, 2035 by inventor Crissy Quarin. Tymia is roughly thrown into a cell, and I'm pushed into a separate one.
== Chapter One- Imprisonment ==
I frown at being separated from my daughter. Tymia starts to sob out of pain. She yells, "Mom! They're hurting me!" I hear her gasp. THESE PEOPLE ARE POKING MY DAUGHTER WITH THEIR SPEARS!! I yell, "Stop!" They don't understand me. I see a black-red liquid leak out of Tymia's cell. I gasp, "No!" Please tell me they did not kill her! I cry, feeling an enormous amount of loss, loneliness, and panic. Also nervous for Tyme. Tymia is/was my only child to love the kid! I refuse to believe Tymia's dead. They couldn't have killed her not even a hour into imprisonment! Late that night, I hear a weak voice say, "Mom..." I think, My baby's okay! The 17-year-old says, "I hurt." I say, "After they poked you, baby? Probably." Someone yells, "Shut up!" Tymia says, "Don't yell at my mom." I smile at her caring-ness.
== Chapter Two- Those Bullies! ==
Next morning, they start to torture my daughter again! I yell, "Not again!" Alas, they find it fun to poke a innocent 17-year-old with a spear. They're sick. I hear the door squeak as they enter her cell. Tymia says, "No! Don't stab me!" They're trapping her! Then, they open the door again. When Tymia reaches the front of my cell, she falls to the floor, unconscious. The cruel jailers start to poke her again. Then, to my horror, they raise their spears to kill her! Luckily, my baby wakes up and moves out of the way. She watches as the spears pierce the ground. Her eyes widen. "Mom!" she cries out in fear. The jailers start to brutally bang her on the cab and poke Tymia again to get her into a room. I hope they're not gonna execute her! I hear Tymia plead to stop being hurt. Every night, I hear her cries of pain. It breaks my heart to know my innocent little girl is in severe pain.
== Chapter Three- What Are They Doing to Her!? ==
By the third night, I watch as they lead her out, using their spears to poke her, as usual. Even in the near-pitch-black, I can see wounds covering the metal, dents (bruises) covering every place where there isn't a poking wound. I hear a machine running and the guards yelling at my daughter. "No!" I shout. In midst of this horror, I make a mental note that Tymia doesn't understand Ceriun. The cruel idiots push my baby into the machine, and I have no idea what it does, so it leaves a boatload of worry. I hear the teenager gasp loudly, and the person at the very end says with worry, "Is she OK?" I reply, "Probably not," but I'm choked up, afraid for her life. She's too young to die this way! Seven freakin' hours later, they take the young car out of the machine, but not without physical and mental abuse. It seems that they forced language into her.
== Chapter Four- Planning to Leave ==
I can't stand to watch them poke my baby Tymia. I start to secretly plan something, but never let the guards see. It could mean death for me... Or Tymia. Or even both of us. I flip to the end of the notebook and write (not in English or any other earthly language) "Distract guards." One of them drive by, and look at me. I slide it under the bed and pretend to fall asleep. I'm half-asleep when I hear Tymia cry, "Mom!" The guards yell something like, "Shut up!" and something else that I don't understand. Tymia says something in Ceriun that sounds like, "Why'd you kill him!?" I yell to her, "Did they kill someone in front of you!?" Tymia replies, "They killed a 19-year-old in front of me!" I yell at the guards in rough Ceriun, "Don't kill people in front of her!" They reply, "We don't care!" Then a male guard comes over to me and growls in rough Radian, "She'll die in three days. You know we'll willingly hurt her." I whisper, "No!" I look to my left in worry, at my daughter. Unfortunately, she's two cells away. Okay, now we definitely gotta get out.
== Chapter Five- Escape! ==
I plan more next morning. My plan is to tell that there's an invasion, and they'll remove the power restriction. Then we can teleport the heck out of here! As I'm thinking through my plan, a car with a gradual coat of paint along with eyes is led out of the room my daughter was in the third night. Light blue specks in his eyes show more when his eyes fall on his now-deceased 19-year-old. He says sadly, "Emotional pain hurts more than physical pain," ironically being poked with a spear. One of the guards growl, "Okay, fine. We'll make it hurt more." I cover Tymia's eyes and quickly look away as the poor father suffers the same fate as his son. His eyes, going from red to yellow gradaully, fade, to my minor disappointment. I start my plan. Just in time, we escape the guards, going through time. When we return home, Galaxy-Traveller, Galaxy, and Tyme are waiting for us. They get concerned when they see Tymia with a bunch of wounds. I say, "Long story." Galaxy-Traveller kisses me, and I hug Tyme, who'd seem to cry earlier.
THE END- Third story- Trouble.
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