WARNING! Sexual and violent content in this chapter!

Gina didn't exactly agree with Jack's plans. I mean come on? He was wiping out the human race! How was that good!

He thought it was good, she kinda thought it was. She enjoyed having power over someone's petty life. Even if she couldn't slaughter them herself she still enjoyed it.

He on the other hand just was sadistic. Watching people suffer was pure bliss to him. He also didn't give a crap about his daughter, he locked her in the basement after all…. And attempted to kill her…

Anyways, back to the story…..

"President?" Gina asked solemnly .

"What now Gertrude?" The man snapped.

He knows my name, why does he constantly say it wrong? She asked herself. After all They were Father and daughter.

Flashback.

Staring at the child's face made Jack want to puke. Her hair was like a cushion of silk, and her blues eyes stared deep into your soul.

He knew she would be the key to win a election… he just would have to wait until she was older.

Her mom, Elizabeth was a beautiful woman. Curly gold locks hand loosely at her side, Dark, treacherous blue eyes looked at you with a pained expression.

It's too bad Jack killed her… He was a man of business after all.

She took medicine for her recent knee surgery. All he did was hide the painkillers in everything she ate or drank.

All the police suspected was that she OD. Her death got him extra bonus points. Sympathy was one of the best ways to win over a crowd.

When Gina was 14 he remarried and had another child.

The child's name was Mary. She had black hair and hazel eyes.

She had a heart of gold and Gina and her bonded well….

End of flashback

She sighed and said. " I think somebody might have an antidote."

"I know." He calmly replied.

"Y-You do?" Gina asked, bamboozled by his knowledge.

"Yea. Donny Berlitz's daughter. I sent air force out to track her and retrieve the cure."

He examined his fingernails as if this wasn't a big deal.

Gina stood there gaping at her father. She felt like twisting his neck off at the moment…. But she resisted the urge.

How could he know something that important but not tell her?

"How long?" She whimpered.

Jack let out an umph. "HOW LONG!" She bellowed.

He gazed at the blonde, then continued to examine his fingernails.

Apartment

Dried blood creased Dawn's hair. Oh for how she longed for a shower.

Her blue locks framed her face in clumps, and she was disgusted by it all.

She grabbed a new pair of shoes and some clothes. Then she slowly walked toward Paul.

"Hey." He said, not meeting her gaze.

"Whattup?" Dawn replied, suppressing the urge to giggle.

Stepping over her dead mother, she pulled Paul to his apartment.

Basement (Whitehouse)

"When was the last time he fed you?" Gina asked the skeletal thin girl, Setting down a bowl of soup.

The girl's black hair was knotted and she looked like a porcelain doll, prone to break at any minute.

Her ribs stood out of her tattered dress, and the rusty chain made a horrid sound as she moved.

"Three Day's ago." The girl said, Bringing the tomatoe soup to her lips.

"Hurry!" Gina whispered, gazing at the stairs. The girl quickly slurped her soup and handed the bowl to her half sister.

"I love you.." The fragile girl croaked. Gina smiled. "I love you too." And went to the small child's side, giving her a breathtaking squeeze.

Paul's apartment.

"Honey, you have a smudge of blood on your face." Caroline said, scrubbing the crimson red mark off of Dawn's forehead.

Dawn grimaced in pain at Mrs. Shinji's hard scrubbing. "Bye Mom! We're leaving now!" Paul said gruffly.

"Oh but honey… There's a disease going around." Caroline pouted.

"Let the kid do what he pleases." Steve mumbled.

"Fine!" His wife disagreeing said.

"Wait!" Dawn cried.

Whitehouse.

The cold floor shook beneath Mary's body, lurching her toward a corner. The chains disagreed and yanked her back to her muddy space.

The little girl screamed out in pain as she landed hard before her father's feet.

"Bow down before me." He commanded, glaring daggers at Mary.

Nimbly, she balanced herself on her shaky knees. The brown mud caked her legs as she kneeled down as still as possible.

"Good." Jack said, throwing a piece of stale bread across the room.

"Go fetch!" He commanded.

Mary raced toward the bread but Jack yanked her back. Her ankle was rubbed raw and a beads of blood started a triangular formation on her skin.

He laughed as she licked the blood. "Foolish child!" He bellowed.

"Go get your kryptonite!"

Obeying his command, she shakily started to the deformed starch.

He slowly caught up to her and yanked her by her hair. YELP! She cried out as a spiked boot dug into her rib cage.

"Ouch!" he mimicked her.

Dragging her across the room by her hair, he threw her against wooden plank.

Then he slowly started to remove her tattered dress, kissing the nape of her neck.

She squirmed in discomfort, he just laughed as he managed to take off the 12 year olds dress.

"Take them off." He commanded, pointing toward his clothes.

"Wait!" Dawn yelled.

"What, honey?" Caroline said, highly annoyed by the girls squeaky voice.

"Can I take a shower?"

"Can you what?"

"Take a shower." Dawn said, pointing to her disgusting blood drenched clothing.

"Yeah, and while we're at it, borrow some of my clothes."

"Thanks!" Dawn said, rushing to what looked like a bathroom.

She turned the handle to as red as it could be and removed her clothing.

Then she took out the bar soap and vigirously scrubbed her body.

When she was done taking a shower, The tile floor was soaked in tomato red matter.

Pastey, red water filled the bathtub and refused to be drained out. It made Dawn squeamish when she looked at the mess. Pieces of others flesh still clung freshly to her skin. Seeing this, She quickly flicked it off. Wrapping a watermelon towel around her abodmen, she went into what was presumed Mrs. Shinji's room.

The walls were the color of cherries. Vanilla ice cream carpeting was lush and itemless. Black, seamless curtains blocked the view of gravel, gravel, and more gravel. Twin beds were separate, and both beds had navy comforters.

Dawn went to the blueberry colored dresser and shifted through its contents. Boys clothes. She then went to the apple colored dresser. She picked out a light blue T-shirt and snug jeans.

When she got out she learned that everyone else had boarded the bus and Paul Shinji's mom was waiting there for her.

"Take care of him." Mrs. Shinji said, looking stern.

"I will."

"Here." Caroline handed Dawn a plastic bag filled with food.

"Thanks!" Dawn cried, rushing toward the rev of the engine.

Raye was on his stomach. groaning in pain.

"What happened?" Dawn screeched.

"I punched him." Paul said, emotionless as ever.

"Why?" She asked, her stomach twisting in a knot.

"I dunno. I just hate him I guess?"

"Whatever, Misa. Let's go."

Misa stuck the key in its ignition, took it out, and put it back in.

"Just drive woman!" Raye screamed, grouping his abodmen.

White House

Gina was sitting there bored as ever. Waiting for Jack to be done with Mary. He did this every Wednesday just to spite her. It made Gina's stomach squirm listening to her sisters cries. Mary was the only person she was sure she loved.

Jack came up after about a hour being down there. He was laughing mechanically, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Get me a sandwich." He demanded, rubbing his protesting belly.

Gina stalked out, whipping up his favorite,tuna fish sandwich.

"Here." She said, placing it in his hands.

"Oh yeah!" She continued.

Taking the gun out from its hollister, she pointed it to Jack's head.

"Die."

bang! bang! bang!

The lovely crimsion red substance treked over herblack kitten heels.

"Dammit!"