Hi! So about a month ago, I posted two drabbles set in an au where Jim is a five-year old super soldier with the designation J-1M. I'm finally posting them here. The first two I post are going to be in chronological order, and any other subsequent fics I write in this universe will be added in the order that I write them.
J-1M was crying. He did this sometimes after the tests that were run on him. He cradled his arm. It wasn't broken, but it was probably sore and could be broken more easily.
Nomura rested her head against the wall, trying to drown out his crying. It only brought back memories of the Darklands, of the flashes of gold and viridescent light that had come from their Lady Creator. She had made them stronger, had made them immune to sunlight and allowed them to infiltrate humanity.
J-1M was supposed to be stronger than any human, and more agile than the average troll. He was the first of his kind, that was even what the one in his designation stood for. Half human, half troll. He was supposed to be the perfect soldier, the perfect weapon.
Weapons didn't cry.
J-1M had been crying for hours.
Nomura wouldn't normally call herself impulsive. She trusted her instincts, sure, but normally she would plan at least a little. Of course, her planning was probably one of the reasons why she was a caretaker for J-1M.
She didn't like kids, but fuck it.
She had carefully built up a heartless facade, but fuck it.
She wasn't going to sit back and let the rest of the Order hurt J-1M anymore.
Nomura turned off the cameras, knowing that she had little time before they were turned back on. She approached J-1M, and the fact that he didn't stop crying meant that this was worse than the previous times. It probably meant she was making the right decision.
"I'm going to need you to be very quiet," she said, "because we're going away from the ones who hurt you."