I haven't written anything for a whilee…but schools ending and I finally have time too! Yayyy! Spellchecks not workinf so der mite be sum grammur/spelling ishoos =P
This takes place when Shepard was a teenagerand it'll move on from there. Enjoy! :)
***I just edited some grammar and stuff with help of my luverly friend, Kosher. 3
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"How much?"
Both Jack Shepard's hands and voiced trembled as his hungry gaze eyed the small plastic bag holding fine red powder.
"Fifteen Hundred."
Jack shook his head, his long shaggy hair fall over his eyes. "That's twice more than last time. Seven Fifty."
"Fifteen hundred. Last offer," The hoarse voice whispered.
Jack couldn't stop trembling. It'd been nearly four days since his last hit, but he couldn't let that show. He played one last gamble.
"No deal." Jack hesitantly began to walk out of the alley. He tooke four heavy, trembling steps before the voice spoke again.
"Seven fifty it is, kid, but don't expect me to be so nice next time."
Jack sighed in relief and forked out the money, in turn getting the plastic bag. He ran from the alley, going straight into another one near the corner of his neighborhood, hurriedly digging out a small tin pipe and matches from his pocket. His fingers struggled, but finally lit up the pipe and added in a pinch of the red sand. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, the feeling calming his nerves, creeping up his spine, enchanting his mind. He slowly let go of everything, from the wreck his own body had become to the thoughts of his sick mother lingering in his head. Slowly drowning into a puddle of fake happiness, he closed his eyes and sighed, prepared to be out for a few hours, until a voice invaded his thoughts.
"You shouldn't be doing that you know."
Kaidan Alenko's simple, calm, face looked at him half curious, half concerned. He sat down next to Jack, taking the drag from his lips and throwing it behind his shoulder. Jack swore at him.
"You've told me so five effing hundred times. Face it, I'm not gonna change."
"All that money could be used to help out your mom."
Jack turned and looked at him. "Remind me what part of town you live in Kaidan?"
Kaidan sighed. "That's not the point. It has nothing to do with-"
"Just look at our effing neighborhood. I'm one of the lucky ones Kaidan, and I live in an apartment the size fo your closet. Someone I know dies in some stupid gang fight or from drug overdose everyday. We have no schools. Nothing. You guys over at the eastern end of town? You don't need to ask for anything. It's given to you. Red sand, drugs, its the only good thing about this place. So don't tell me shit about what I should or shouldn't do, because theres nothing else I'm good for." Jack turned back again, his brooding gray eyes avoiding Kaidan's face.
Kaidan was silent for a few moments, then pulled a brochure out of his pocket. "I know," he said quietly. "Check this out. It might be your ticket out of here."
Jack didn't even turn around. "If it's some stupid Alliance shit, no. You should know better than to ask me of all people Kaidan."
Kaidan pressed on, ignoring Jack's protests. "It pays good, you get an education, you shoot people, it's all good Jack. You're good for this kind of stuff. The Alliance is a good cause. In a few months we'll both be eighteen and we can enroll together."
"Godammit Kaidan, you think after all that crap with my dad being in the Alliance im gonna join anytime soon? You go ahead, but im staying here and looking after Mom." He looked at Kaidan directly in the eyes. "And if the Alliance really was all that great, they'd do something about this lovely neighborhood instead of using all that money for their own selfish egos." Jack stood up and began to walk away. "Go home Kaidan, and enjoy life. You're not gonna find much here."
Jack walked down the street, not looking back to see if Kaidan had gone or not. As he walked up to their first floor apartment, he saw his mother laying on the single, grimy couch in the small room.
"Mom?" He tried to shake her awake. "I got your medicine." She looked fast asleep. He shook her again. She didn't even twitch.
Something was wrong.
He swore and gingerly placed two fingers on her neck.
Nothing. No pulse. Cold skin.
People from three blocks away could hear Jack's painful howl of wretchedness as a realization dawned on him.
She was dead.
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Should I hate myself for sucking? Should I reward myself with a Pina Colada because I'm so darn amazing? (probably not) Read and reviewww please! Suggestions always welcome :)