A/N: Alright, I'm really proud of this. This story is my baby, and I can't wait to share it with you! Basically I don't own Victorious or the characters mentioned.
WARNING: This is a very dark story that will be filled with violence and angst.
"Hello," Jade smiled widely, a razor blade in her pale hand. She dragged it over the base of the masked boy's neck; he tensed as she pushed it harder against his olive skin. There wasn't enough pressure to cause an incision -there would be time for that later. Right now the cold hearted girl had something else to accomplish. Getting him to speak would mean freedom on the part of her father, and she was willing to do anything to get that for him.
The boy never spoke or made a noise. Most would just assume he was already dead; the stillness of his body would be all the proof that they needed. Oh, but Jade knew better. They were bread to survive. He was just like her, that much she was sure of. Born into this dirty business, learned by necessity; with such dangerous criminals for family there wasn't much of a choice.
At first you start off innocent enough. You're given simple tasks such as to be a distraction, or throw the match and run. The things that never involve you enough to scar your young psyche, and for the most part they don't. You're gone before you have a chance to hear the gunshots or see the car chase and police lights. But the older you get the more liability you become, thus using you as an asset instead. No one would think that Jade, a thin teenage girl with a beautiful figure and green eyes than can be as innocent as they are menacing, would be a cold hearted killer.
They all figure it out soon enough though. She's always too braved and too cocky when she goes in, never letting them forget that she is just as strong as them, if not more. In such a shady business it's always surprising when the mean fear her just as much as they fear her father. The Wests ironically rule the west. The family claimed the territory decades ago, and the business and schemes keep passing generation to generation. Jade would be next in line to run it, although for the most part she already does. Who would have thought that the little girl who used to be known as bait would become such a machine of war.
Leaning into the boy she pulled off the sack, throwing it to the side. The darkness of the room was quickly illuminated by the match that she had lit. Walking from around the back of the chair with the razor in her palm she took a mental picture of her captive. He was just as attractive as she assumed. A chiseled jaw and dark but soft features came together in a heavenly blend, the closest thing to perfection that the teenage girl had ever seen.
Looking up at her his brown eyes made contact with her icy baby blues. "What do you want with me?" His deep voice questioned, the tone portrayed a certainty that Jade could not understand. He was currently in her hands, the razor and raising surface scratch proved that fact. The two took deep breaths, the tension building up the walls like an avalanche prepared to cave.
She frowned, wrapping her arms around his neck and blowing into his ear. His body was relaxed as she slid the blade across the area of his neck that met with his collar bone. With great satisfaction she watched as the blood started to pool out, the bright red liquid standing her hands. Jade got a great deal of happiness watching the boy hold in his whimpers. This was exactly what she was born to do; control. No one could tell her what to do, there was only one person to answer to and she was it. "This," Jade's sultry voice purred, "is what I want from you".
"Your blood is almost as good as your life. Isn't it just that much more painful? To live under the control of someone who has a reason for vengeance? Oh, how I wish I had something in my heart other than ice. But they don't call me Blue Valentine for nothing." Jade had a partner in the ever cheery Caterina Valentine. The two had been inseparable since childhood, the girl's innocence and kind heart made up for Jade's lack of compassion and emotion. They called themselves 'Blue' and 'Red' Valentine respectively.
To Caterina it was just a game; her own secret super hero club that no one else knew about. Sometimes a wave of guilt would wash over Jade, how could she be so cruel to take over the life of a girl who struggled within her own mind? But didn't they all? Cat's touch of bipolar and asperger syndrome put her at a standstill within the socializing department. Although most would never think that Jade would be friends with such a girl, but she loved her like a sister, and that was more than she could ever ask for. Cat never judged her, because she had no idea that her 'Jadey' was as vicious as she was. To the red head they were the same girls they were at the age of eight. There was no way in hell that Jade would ever admit the truth to her, things were better this way.
"What's your name sweetheart," Jade wondered, putting the razor into the pocket of her vest and awaiting and answer as she pulled a chair up in front of him. Now that they were facing towards each other she took his rope bound hounds in her own smaller ones and smirked. "Let's get to know each other, trust builds people up." Giggling like a little girl introduced to Barbie for the first time her insanity was bubbling up to the surface.
He wore a confused expression that was barely readable in the dim light of the chilly warehouse room. "Beckett Oliver, but you already knew that." The young man seethed, the bleeding in the cut on his neck was slowing down to a delayed trickle. There was no way that he could be over the age of nineteen, and sadly Jade recognized him from various city functions her family had to attend. She nodded, yes, she already knew that. He was exactly who she wanted. Beck being the son of the newest and most influential family in America who also happened to live in California; which just happened to be a lucky coincidence for Jade.
Hearing the sound of clinking metal Jade turned around, seeing Cat walk in with a backpack and a stuffed giraffe wrapped in her small arms. She walked towards Jade and Beck, slowly examining the situation before grabbing a chair for herself and setting her backpack down next to her. Reaching in she pulled out a bottle of antiseptic spray and a hello kitty band-aid that would be big enough to cover the cut completely.
Jade groaned, this was not how you scared an enemy. But Cat would help out whoever she good, it was another one of her negative traits. Being loving towards others was her forte and Jade hated that fact. It made Cat happy though, and as her best friend she knew she owed her that much. It already felt like she took advantage of the bright red head without having to add 'dream crusher' to the list. Though for most people she already was.
Humming her favorite song by Demi Lovato as she tended to his wound Cat smiled at him, a real smile that Jade obviously didn't have the muscles to create. "Thank you." Beck said, giving her as much a thankful smile as he could produce. Cat waved it off, muttering something about a missing band aid and her brother's love for Mila Kunis. Sitting in her own chair Jade pushed things around in Cat's bag before finding what she'd asked her friend to bring to her.
This was a document of utmost importance, the deed to a piece of land near her family's mansion. If the Oliver family lived that close to the Wests things were bound to get messy. And due to Beck's recent tattling about what he saw Jade do at a concert months previous they would be keeping and even closer eye. What he saw was wrong. She was no prostitute, and she couldn't believe that he thought that was what he saw. Beck was ignorant when it came to the streets, if he'd been any brighter he would have known that she was dealing drugs. Which, from what Jade saw on the television was a rich boy's favorite past time. Though she was a rich girl herself she never associated with many people.
"What I want to know is why you chose me to nark out." Jade's business tone was enough to startle poor Cat, who hid behind her backpack as she held it in the air in front of her face. Short breaths and eeps could be heard, but Jade ignored her. Things such as this happened often and if she addressed it every single time there'd be no more minutes left to deal with the actual situation. Elbows on her knees and pierced eyebrow raised she waited for an answer. The police would be on the West's tail in no time if the Oliver's ever chose to speak about the things they saw and heard. A gun shot was something a clean family like them wouldn't remotely consider to be normal.
The room was eerily silent as she waited for a response. Shallow breathing and the slight humming of a laptop echoed around the steel walls. It was empty except for the small section that the threesome of teenagers sat in. A blanket and pillow were currently being handed to Beck by a giggling Cat. She always did her best to make their 'guests' –as Jade called them- comfortable. Cat considered herself to be quite the hostess, and wouldn't want to lose that self-proclaimed title because of Jade's grumpiness.
"I didn't tell anyone anything, I don't even know who you are." He confessed, lifting his hand to run it through his hair only to tug on the ropes and create and even worse burn than before. Flinching Jade saw the moment of pain in his eye, but what did she care? Never before did she see pain in anyone's eyes. She'd spent all this time in the past thinking it was just an urban, something that writers say to potray and emotion when they're too lazy to explain it. But you can see a person's soul through their eyes, and Jade could only wonder what people saw through hers.
The bitter teenager who never had a chance at living a real life; one that she deserved. But in all honestly Jade loved the life she's living now. There were never any moments where she had to pretend to be happy. She could be as cruel and blunt as she pleases, no questions asked. Life was so much easier when what people expect is exactly who you are. Nature vs. nurture is something that has been widely talked about for years, but Jade knew that no matter how she grew up there would never be any hope for her soul. It was too gone to ever be brought back into the mix, not that she would want it to.
When you have nothing to regret, and no feelings in the mix things just work out easier. Now, holding a match in her hand debating whether or not to use it as a tool, the way she'd been taught, this was her first meeting with morality. And god did it suck. Her mind wandered to the thoughts of the previous crimes that she had committed. No one ever came back to haunt her, ever. And now here she stands unable to move her hand.
His brown eyes pleaded with her to not do it. But her mind convinced her otherwise. There was only so much a girl could do before it all become too much. Kicking her chair to the floor with a large bang Jade pulled her hair in her hands, tugging on the black tresses as she continued assault on the metal object. Her thick boots protected her toes from the damage that could have been inflicted as she let her aggression out. She was a sinner, that's all she was supposed to be. "Fuck you!" Jade yelled, her voice boomed throughout and was so loud that Cat snapped out of her conversation with the giraffe and tears formed in her eyes. All the while Beck just sat there, mocking her with his eyes of pain.
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