Hey, BlueWolf Leader here, out with another chapter! Yay! Sorry to keep you guys waiting. It's been a rather…interesting…week. Lots of stress and lots of stuff to do. The answer to last week's riddle was the eyes. The human eyes cannot be seen themselves, except for looking in a mirror. Good job to Darcnexus, InfinityForever7 (eyes), and greenkat742. Here's your next challenge: No legs have I to dance, No lungs have I to breathe, No life have I to live or die, And yet I do all three. What am I? The faster you guys review, the quicker I update! Here you go, next chapter!

Daddy's Little Girl

Jade's POV- Cynatoka College, Anaconda, Montana

It's day 257. I haven't seen Cat for eight months. I haven't seen Cat for almost a year. I feel like I'm dying on the inside. I've woken up some mornings, and I had forgotten her face, her smell, her smile. Then, my heart breaks, and she comes rushing back into my mind. Would it be better for me to forget her completely? Then would my heart stop bleeding? It probably wouldn't. I can just imagine it shattering into a million pieces. All the pieces would be so jagged that I wouldn't be able to put it back together, and I wouldn't be able to carry on. I know that everyone thinks I'm made of stone, but on the inside, I'm just a girl who only wants to be happy, to feel loved. My mom always provided it for me, but she never got to show it properly. Daddy dearest always came and stopped her from picking me up, brushing me off, and giving me a kiss on the forehead, singing that everything was going to be alright.

"So, today, we will be learning about-" The teacher started to drone on about something I had already learned. Sikowitz covered almost everything I would need to be successful. I was acing this class, so I was pretty bored. An idle mind will be the death of me. My thoughts began to wander again as I stared out the window to see waves of grain twitching with gusts of wind. My mind was turbulent with devastating thoughts of loneliness and peril. I hadn't gotten a mission. I was probably dishonorably discharged or some shit like that. Daddy didn't like the last thing I said to him.

239 Days Ago

"Jadelyn, please reason with Mr. Standiford. I'm sure if you take heart in what he is trying to propose to you, your sentence can be erased and you can start your missions again. We need your team's expertise." My father was sitting with his hands steepled. We were in his office, we meaning me, him, Shawn, and Mr. Standiford. Mr. Standiford was sitting in one of my father's plump leather chairs while I had the wooden one. I was pissed that my usual seat was given to that pompous twat. Of course, I had made many attempts on breaking Shawn's fingers by now, because they kept wrapping around my throat, and I had a new invention encircling my wrists. Since I had an affinity for electricity, they created electric handcuffs. These bastards could bring me down with one swift push of a button. I would wind up a twitching mass of flesh. It wouldn't burn my skin, but I ran the risk of brain damage, something they didn't particularly care about, or biting my tongue and drowning in my own blood.

This was a source of amusement for Shawn, who used it any time he felt threatened by a slim girl half his size. Oh wait, I had taken down an entire army by myself at one point. My nickname in the Forces would be The Arctic Devil, due to my "snow-white" skin, and the marks supposedly left on many enemy soldiers. Jokingly, Andre had started to scratch in a devil's pitchfork into the enemy's walls and flesh. It became a tradition, to show that we were a force to be reckoned with. We were Hell's Hounds, and we brought death and destruction in our wake. We were the undertakers of the military, taking on the toughest jobs. Acclaimed for our success rate, nobody could compare to us. We were the assassins you never see; the darkest part of the shadows that one never wants to journey into. The whites of our eyes did not show fear, but the hottest part of a flame. Fire was our weapon, and we used it to raze and release hell on earth.

"My team's expertise is needed, really? Or are you just wanting to send me to some damned place to kill us off? All you ever wanted was a force of anger and rage to control. I gave it to you, but you lost us the instant you left us in Sudan. That mission was fucked up and you knew it. Yet you let us go, get captured, tortured to where some of my soldiers were mentally scarred and incapable of going any further, then you had to bargain with our captors. You released some of the worst criminals just to get us back. You should have let us die instead." Shawn's hand popped me in the back of the head. White flashed before my eyes and I gritted my teeth. I turned to snap at him, but he held up his tiny remote, finger poised and ready. Huffing heavily, my attention was caught by my father's heavy breathing and red complexion.

"You insolent, ungrateful child! I did that so I could get you back! Your lives were at stake! What would you have done in that kind of situation?" His hands were flat on the wood of his desk. The vein on his temple was throbbing and his nostrils were flaring.

"You know what I would have done. You know that I'm a heartless, cold, ass-kicking monster that you created to be. I am only what you wanted me to be. All those times when you showed anger and disappointment, yeah, here it is. It's spitting you in the fucking face right now. All I ever wanted was your fucking approval! All I ever got from you was a beating and "get stronger". You wanted the perfect killing machine, here I am. You pointed me in a certain direction, sat back, and watched as I massacred everything in my path. You wonder why I'm so messed up and why all my therapists end up leaving the country? It's all because of you. Everything I have ever done, everyone I have ever met, or killed, is all up here." My fingers tapped against my temples with emphasis. My mouth was having trouble with stopping. It just kept going, and I saw my father's skin grow paler by the second as all of his fears were revealed. I was out of control, and he had no way of getting me back under wraps. "You might as well ship me off to another country, and wait until I disappear off the side of the earth! You never cared about me, you just didn't want such a good opportunity to perish because of your foolish mistake. You didn't want to be the general who started the Third World War. You didn't want to be the general who killed his own daughter for the sake of the country. All you wanted was a deadly force under your command, listening for your beck and call! Fuck you, dad, fuck you!"

My tirade was stopped by the click of a button. Electricity flooded my system and I fell forward onto my knees. Shivers wracked my body as the volts coursed throughout my veins. My hands clenched and unclenched, my toes curled, and my teeth ground together. It felt like my skin was on fire, and I had no way to put it out. My eyes rolled back, my head flopping side to side. I tried to curl up in a ball, but my limbs kept jerking around. I was once again, humiliated by my helpless, quivering form. My vocal cords were uttering animalistic growls and howls of pain.

"Precarson, cease fire! She's still my daughter, no matter what I've done to her." My father had apparently moved around his desk to hover over me. He must have been afraid to touch me, afraid to feel the same pain as I was. The electricity zipped back to the cuffs, but my body twitched from the residual energy. My lungs screamed for air, and my throat was as dry as the many deserts I had ventured in. Seeing that I was no longer sizzling like bacon on a hot skillet, my father scooped me up in his arms. He cradled me like the baby I was a long time ago. His strong arms did not waver as I hung limply, my limps dangling. I slowly regained control and weakly pushed out of his arms. He resisted for a little bit, but let me drop to the floor. From my spot on the ground, I stood to be eye level with him. My father used to be an imposing figure, but after the many years of cruel missions, he was nothing by a statue in my way.

"I may be your daughter, but you sure as hell aren't my dad. I'll make sure, that when I get out of this shit you will regret ever putting me through all of this fucked up mess. You will finally get to see me in action, and it will be the last thing you ever witness." Shawn grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and drug me out of my father's office. My eyes bore holes into his. Something surprised me though, something that I never thought I would see my father do. The last time I saw my dad, he had tears freely streaming down his wrinkled cheeks.

Day 257

"This will conclude our lesson. Your homework for this week is to research the many Shakespearean plays and the meanings behind them." The students got up to leave the class, and I was brought out of my reverie. I gathered the few books I had and trudged for the door, knowing that Shawn was waiting just beyond it. A sigh escaped my lips as a fleeting image of red hair floated into my mind. Then, it was gone, washed away by reality.

As I stepped out of the classroom, my eyes caught sight of dark skin and braids. I blinked, still looking, but it was gone. My mind must be playing tricks on me. I could have sworn that was Andre. I shook my head, willing the suffocating hope out of my thoughts. Shawn slapped the hand cuffs on me and took me to my next class. My brain kept seeing red hair flashing in the distance. My torment continues as I carry out my sentence. Loneliness swooped in, and I was once again, left in the dark.

Yeah, I know, this chapter's short. I wanted to get something out there for you guys, that way you wouldn't become rapid crazy creatures and chase after me. I hope you liked it. I love reading your stuff, some of you guys have some great criticism. I do take it to heart, and I try to appease everybody. I'm also trying to count down the days until Cat and Jade meet up. So, four years, you guys do the math. We've got a few more fillers, then you guys might get some romance, if you guys play nice and review! I do hope you continue reading. Also, don't forget to answer my riddle! Hehehe…I wonder if I can befuddle you guys and cause a kerfuffle! Later!

BlueWolf Leader~ Out