Just and idea that came to me. Figured id try it out and see what you guys think. Its a jori story with minor bade. please be kind and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer- i do not own victorious or its characters.
" born alone..die alone.."
She sat in full lotus position eyes closed clad in plaid pajama bottoms and a white tank top. Her room completely dark save for the sliver of light the moon cast on the hardwood floor she sat on.
"born alone..die alone"
It had become a mantra to her. Almost meditative in a sense bringing her an eerie sense of both tranquility and numbness.
" Die alone"
She picked up the two silver hand guns, one in each hand, and put both barrels up to her temple.
" Die alone"
She pulls the triggers without hesitation. Her eyes slowly open as she hears the telltale click of an empty chamber.
"Live again"
Jade silently rose to her feet and turned on the light switch bathing the darkened bedroom in bright light. She pads barefoot to her bed and placing the unloaded guns on the mattress reaches into her nightstand pulling out a silver case. she climbs onto the bed and sitting Indian style begins the meticulous task of disassembling each .9mm smith and Wesson. She's silent as she opens the case and takes out the gun cleaning supplies, a gift from her father. " your gun should always be kept in proper working order Moya printsessa." She mimics her fathers deep Russian accent with a slight smirk. With patience and precision befitting a marine she reassembles the first gun and begins the process anew with the second. It was second nature to Jade and these two handguns were her own personal favorites. Her late mothers gifts to her with a J imprinted on the barrels. As she goes about her business heavy footsteps cause her to snap her head up. She quickly snatches up the assembled handgun and points it at the open bedroom door straight towards the face of the intruder. Nikolai West raises both hands and nods in his daughter's direction. " you were to shoot me with unloaded weapon Jadelyn?" he lowers his hand and folds them across his chest leaning against the door frame. Jade shrugs sheepishly and places the gun back on her bed. " An intruder wouldn't have known that." she mutters softly finishing up her task. Nikolai laughs softly at his daughter and walks over to her bed taking a seat on the edge beside her. " you never clean a loaded weapon and your supplies are laid out all over the bed." Jade frowns and puts the guns and the cleaning kit safely away in her nightstand before resting her head on her father's shoulder. " Its late and I'm tired." she says in defense. Her father kisses her forehead gently and gives her a light squeeze. " Those will be your famous last words one day. lock the door when you clean." He scolds his eldest child lightly. Jade groans and gives him an eye roll. " I always thought my famous last words would be drowned out in a hailstorm of bullets." Both father and daughter chuckle lightly. Nickolai rises and gives his daughter one last kiss goodnight. " sleep well you have school in the morning." This elicits another groan from the girl as she slides under her covers and turns her back to her father. Turning out the light on his way out Nikolai makes his way to his study and takes a seat in his leather chair. He runs a hand through his sandy blond hair and sighs. He has been pouring over the documents and bank statements of the Sakharov Families assets and the figures just haven't been adding up. There was a leak in the Russian mafia and all leaks were to be taken care of. Nikolai closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. The west household was silent as he prayed for a gentle fall out.
Jade is awoken by the sound of her alarm clock going off. With a deep growl she slams her hand down on the snooze button and begrudgingly climbs out of bed. She throws open her room door and walks down the hallway to the bathroom. She turns on the lights above the sink and rubs the sleep out her eyes. looking at her reflection she runs her hands through sleep tousled raven locks. She turns on the shower and strips down before stepping into the hot jets. After shes showered and brushed her teeth she wraps a towel around her body and heads back to her room to dress herself. She slips into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and purple plaid button up to match the purple highlights in her hair. She steps into her black combat boots and laces them up. Fixing her makeup in the mirror and switching the silver bar in her eyebrow she grabs her messenger bag and heads downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat. She sees her father has already left and her ten year old brother is at the table with one of the many body guards placed in the west household. " morning Nikolas" jade says as she ruffled her brother's hair. " Dimitri" she says to the guard who nods his greeting. Nik whines and fixes his hair throwing a glare at his sisters back as she digs through the fridge. " Papa says you have to pick me up from soccer practice today jade." Jade groans as she grabs an apple and swipes her keys off the kitchen counter. " Fine i'll see you later dork." Nik swings at his sister and misses as she heads out the door. Jade unlocks her black BMW and tosses her bag in. Shes about to get in when one of the younger guards runs up to her. " Wait miss west!" he catches up to her and begins to stammer out nervously " Mr..uh west said t-to not let you l-leave the house unarmed." he hands her one of her hand guns now loaded and switches the safety on. She pats his beet red cheek and placing the gun into the waistband of her jeans gets into her car and peels off hurrying to beat the traffic on her way to Hollywood arts.
Thoughts so far? i promise there shall be jori. Yes jades dad is something like the treasurer or the dude in charge of finance in the Russian mafia. Like it? should i continue? let me know :)