I am Julie Kane. Kane, do you understand the implications that come with that name? No? I'll tell you what it means. It means that I am the spawn of Abraham Kane; I refuse to use the word daughter. Abraham Kane, supreme dictator of modern Detroit. Thousands, maybe even millions have been subjected to injury, torture, or death because of him, my…father. I've seen some—a fraction maybe of their faces; tired, worn, hopeless faces that look up at me in disgust and occasionally from those that can manage anything else, pity. I treasure those small doses of pity more than any "comforting" gesture from him.
What does this all mean for me? It means that I've had to redeem myself before I was even born. It means that I have to sneak out of the city for the majority of everyday fighting against my own father in secret. I don't know why I haven't completely disowned him. It makes me feel pathetic to hide from him like everyone else but then again what I'm doing is pathetic.
My only reason is to stay connected to him is to stay on the inside of Deluxe and help my friends as much as possible. My friends, my family, the Burners.
Julie Kane or not I'm still human and I'm still a 17 year old girl, so when I work with the most honorable, skilled, …beautiful….(sorry) boy I've ever met; I can't help that my neurons burst into flames…
Adoring Mike Chilton is the most inconvenient obstacle for me to work with but I have to learn to live with my secret. What's one more to add to the pile? I can't tell you how many times I've had to slap myself mentally because of Mike and how many times Claire has literally.
It's always been difficult for me to deal with my emotions towards Mike; especially when he purposefully gets himself into danger; which is 75% of the time. One particular day, I slipped; just a tiny unnoticeable slip; to most people that is. Mike couldn't get over the fact that I had protected him and put myself in danger to save him. I wasn't going to apologize of course; he was the one who decided to take a hoard of Kane Bots on his own while heading towards the Motocity doom jump.
I had to stop him and get 9 lives in front of Mutt at the perfect time to blast the bots, keep Mike from starting the jump without our cars crashing into each other. Not easy to do. I could still hear the screeching brakes and the bots exploding in my ears.
He was sulking not so silently at the other end of the garage and I stayed away watching him discreetly. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn't he just admit he was wrong? And why am I feeling bad? I did the right thing. Watching him doesn't help; it only makes my thoughts cloudy and incomprehensible. I could practically hear music; a song I heard on my genome radio back in Deluxe.
I undressed you with my eyes I have
Maybe even raped you
In a dark and eerie corner of my mind
I tucked you there
And touched you in a dream last night
Pushed you aside when you entered
My thoughts at the wrong time
I have sat up upon your lap and
Saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes
I rode you on a chair and in the shower
And all the while I clung heavy to your back
My desire deeply harnessed in your spine
While I squeezed you like a tree trunk
You may have been one
Sexless and comfort in your mind
Even barer than a child's
I'm riding recklessly through a thick and humid
Jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal
Yearning that stirs
Deeply pulsing up toward the surface
Like sap rising or honey or tar
The lyrics along with the tune dissipated and I stopped imagining. I straightened up from leaning on 9 lives, composed a confident facial expression and marched across the garage where Mike stood. My boot heel echoes sounded like reassuring voices saying, "Go on, do it already." and I even took a deliberate loud step to make the voices louder, more powerful. I focused my gaze on Mike's back facing me. His jacket was off and his white T-shirt was wrinkled and dirty; his hair was frayed and oily.
I finally reached him, took his wiry bicep in my hand and swiveled him towards me. I purposefully deprived myself enough time to look at his expression; it would only discourage me at this point. My lips smashed onto his immediately as I gripped a handful of his dirty shirt. The kiss had three stages: violent, then savage, then it ended passionately gentle.
I waited a few seconds before I opened my eyes to let myself just feel him and not worry about what came next. His arms were underneath mine which kept me close to his chest. His hands, most likely would leave stains on my on my clothes, but didn't matter.
Then something stirred deep inside me and it meandered through my veins. It swam inside me, searching for a motive. It could've been courage, the courage to stay, look him in the face and forget all the rest. Instead I withdrew from his arms, his embrace, his hands and said,
"I have to go."
…Like sap rising or honey or tar.
Thanks for reading and a big thanks to those who commented :D! Compliments are feather ruffling...if that makes sense :/
This chapter kind of connects to the first chapter. It relates to how Mike and Julie were never together but maybe just MAYBE something like this happened. hehe.
Anyway, so this particular chapter I think is a long shot because maybe no one understands the sentiment but me, because I LOVE Mike and Julie. (serious) and this is very personal song to me. If you liked it great! I you didn't I understand.
Oh and lastly props to all Mike/Julie fanfic authors you make me happy!
