I DO NOT OWN ANY SONIC CHARACTERS OF ANY GENRE EVER KNOWN TO MAN, ONLY MY OWN OCs, WHICH WILL NOT BE MANY IN THIS CHAPTER.
And Jetave fans out there, I'm gonna tell you now, there is no JetxWave, it's JetxOC, StormxOC, and WavexBean, but without any of the mushy stuff, and no lemons, no limes, guaranteed.
Chapter 7: The Taste of Peace
Wave the Swallow was at peace as she watched Storm Jr., Sugar the Swallow, and Energy the Albatross play on their airboards. Storm sat beside her and sighed. "It's wonderful, isn't it Wave?" he said calmly. "It is." Wave nodded, smiling. "I wish it could be like this forever." Storm stated.
Wave blinked at him a few times and asked, almost stiffly, "Why wouldn't it be?" "Jet's coming back to Babylon today." and with those words, Wave's whole world halted. She remembered the pain and suffering, she, Storm, Bean, and Predator Hawk endured by his hands.
He called them his little slaves, threw tantrums, broke things, wouldn't leave Sonic alone for 5 minutes, almost got them revealed as aliens multiple times to the wrong people, chased his sister away, took advantage of Storm's bisexuality, making him do demeaning tasks in promise of his love, and tried to force her to become his girlfriend, and when she didn't say that she loved him back, he hit her and cut scars on her legs screaming hanus things a woman should never hear. Storm let him run rampant hoping that he would love him one day, much to her dismay, and her self-esteem.
He slept all day, was lazy, and caused many unnecessary problems that could've been avoided had he just stopped and listened for 2 seconds; he wasn't in that big of a rush. He made it his life's goal to threaten to hit her, or to pin her up against a wall, Storm standing there dumbfounded, and Jet threatened to take her life and integrity if she did not do as he said. He had one time hit her bloody with a vase and shot Bean in the arm with a laser rifle before he left one day.
Not only that, but it was the constant disrespect and irresponsibility he aspired to achieve, making her do all of the slave work as he yelled at her as Storm cowered behind the door with threats such as, "Storm, if you leave that room, this team is over and I'll never love you and it'll be all your fault!" Or, "Storm, I'll kill Wave and have you branded as the Ultimate Dishonor to your people if you help her!" Both being dead ends for poor Storm, or anyone branded as an Ultimate Dishonor on Babylon.
Jet decided that it's be cool to take a pair of scissors to Storm's leg because Bean refused to call him his master. Bean was not like that, and the Armada wouldn't put up with that, so he wound up getting his ass kicked here and there by Bean or the Armada, but not by them. Storm and Wave, with Wave wearing a continuous target on her body, suffered much by the hands of Jet, but yet they protected him. Why?
They protected him because he was the sole Protector of Babylon, noone else could do his job for him, but he was assigned a guard, someone dispensable. Bean. Bean busted his ass to protect Jet, and Bean's thanks: treated worse than garbage and told how regrettable it was that the Battle Lord had not sawn his head from his neck.
She and Storm took care of him out of responsibility, and because they were his new parents thanks to the Fukurokuvs killing his father, creatures took his mother after his sister was born, and the stress of having to leave and move to Mobius before he had even reached 10 years old.
Predator Hawk was their Tag Along Demon. A Babylonian Apocolypt. Jet apparently had big plans for Predator Hawk, if you think enslaving the poor man as a "big plan." His kind is afraid of the Cube of Babylon, so when Predator Hawk became "dispondent," Jet would touch the Cube to him, burning him, chanting as loud as possible, "The Star Gods will smite you! The Start Gods will smite you! The Star Gods will smite you, o foul creature that resides in caves!" He also literally poked Predator with a stick until he turned on him, and Jet was warned countless times to not piss off the Babylonian Apocolypts! Jet's response: "Oh well" as the man tried to eat Storm in the background.
He said that he was taming Predator Hawk, but he seemed like a pretty tame demon to her, with the given factors at hand: Constant need for flesh, need to kill, refuses to talk, insatiable sexual appetite (as many Babylonians lack "drive"), demonic powers, they shapeshift to look like normal Babylonians (As they really have red eyes, a bloody aura wherever they go, they speak in an ancient language, but the same flames as everybody else, and wear the same Markings, making them nigh distinguishable from the nondemon Babylonians), consitantly growling and hissing, and well, they tend to be very hostile and hungry, but they still host the same values for theft and heirarchal society as everybody else.
Predator hosted almost none of those qualities, that she knows of. He could be hostile a few times, or maybe forced a kiss on her here and there, and sometimes begged for flesh for him to eat, but that was about it. But then again, he is still a demon, and he could still be hiding it, she just wonders how the Destructix are faring about this.
Then Jet met some mammoth named Mogul and sold Predator over to him for some meager trinkets. And let's not forget how Jet left Bean for dead on the Armada, then again, they all did, due to Bean's suicide attempts to enrage the Battle Lord enough to end his suffering. Then Bean blew himself up, a tactic amongst all explosokinetics to heal, and reformed somewhere else.
And now Predator was with the Destructix, and Bean was her husband. And Sugar was their eldest daughter. She was pregnant with another, just waiting for the egg to come and she was proud.
She looked at Storm and blinked, dumbstruck by this revelation, "You're kidding-" "No I'm not." he interrupted. "We can't let him near our children! He'll poison their minds!" Wave raved. "He won't, because I have plan." Storm stated deviously, and he let her know that plan.
When Jet had arrived, he seen Storm and Wave just standing there, waiting on their revenge. Jet peered out into the crisp, yellow, Babylonian sky, and did not see any children. Where could they be? he wondered. He waved towards Wave and Storm, but they did not wave back, instead, they neared him, bearing rope and scissors, and Jet knew that their intentions were not good. He turned around to run, but felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then he found himself facing the ground, paralyzed, then out like a broken light.
He woke up to blood pouring down his face and pain racking all over his body, as well as sadistic laughter from his left and his right, but he was so disoriented it sounded like they were underwater, a long distance away.
His fuzzy vision could partially see a purple figure in front of him, and by memory, he knew that it was Wave. She splashed some flower excrement onto his face, burning it. He let out a high pitched scream as it ate his way into his eyes before clearing his head. And it had Jakabre Berry essence too.
The Jakabre Berry was healthy for the skin and head, but whatever wicked potion Wave had concocted up that burned his face was something of another brand. "Why," Jet murmurred, barely able to speak a word. "Why?" Then he grunted in pain as he felt something hard beat against the back of his head.
"Tayka say yuso," Storm spat in their native tongue-Sikinaikalonian. "Go back to Mobius." "I will not stand for-" "Tahkta su dernadae yeae lo sayaka- Listen to how he speaks their tongue too." Wave mocked as she hit Jet across the face and beckoned for her children to do the same. "Unhand me!" Jet shouted in English. Wave and Storm laughed, and their children just narrowed their eyes at Jet, before long tentacles shot out of their shoulders and into Jet's flesh.
"I'll tell the truth," Jet started to beg in his native language. "I'll let the children know what I really did. Just let me do so!" "Chaka," Wave said to the children surrounding Jet, who snapped to attention. "Children, lock tentacles with him." And the children did as told, and Jet, defeatedly, pulled out his tentacles and showed the children the truth- exactly what Wave and Storm wanted them to know.
But there was so many of them, Jet's strength faded quickly, as his tentacles could only interlock with so many before it became a burden, but he pressed on with the truth, and the children were horrified afterwards. They had every right to be, but to watch this was beyond sick, but he could remember as a small child that every Babylonian's favorite pasttime had something to do with someone in combat for their life, or bleeding, whichever came first.
When they had learned the truth, Storm and Wave sent the little bastards outside to play, and then came the worse punishment to ever be recieved on a Babylonian-a haircut.
Babylonians strive for long, thick, luxurious hair as a custom. It all dates back to a tale Storm's father used to tell them as a child. A god came down and fell in love with a woman of long, thick hair who was criticized for it. Then she became a goddess and everyone loved her. So hair is a symbol of respect, and as long as you didn't show signs that it had been cut, you were in good company, no matter the length.
When the sound of the scissors clipping into his hair found its way to his ears, he started to whimper, and there was one name he wanted to call out for. One person he wanted to reach for. Silver.
It was Silver's name he wanted to whine. Not Sonic's. Not Nack's. Not to the Star Gods. Silver's. Silver's because he and Silver had history together. Those two may have seemed like unlikely friends, but Silver inspired Jet to be better, even more than Sonic ever had. Nack and Sonic just put the icing on the cake, Silver baked it. He set out to find Silver when he had gone mad, to remind Silver who he was. To tell him that whatever has happened, he'll still be there for him.
Flashback
"Silver!" Jet called. "Silver!" he could recall himself clutching the precious memories in his arms like the world depended on it, and in a way, it did. He cared so much about Silver, his heart was breaking to hear about Silver's misdeed, but he knew deep within his heart that if he could talk to him, everything would be alright.
He searched all night till the morning sun rose, and when it did, he found Silver hobbling along the streets of Chicago, murmuring to himself. "Silver?" Jet recalled himself telling the man, who now huddled into a ball to keep warm, still murmuring to himself. Jet looked at him and whispered his name once more, but still no answer. Gently, Jet tapped the ball, who was covered in wounds and dirt, wet from the rainstorm that happened last night, and hungry.
Silver shot his head up, spiking up his quills, and looked at Jet in a crazed way. "Silver," Jet stated gently, dropping to his knees and wobbling closer to the hedgehog. He pulled a blanket from his pocket space and wrapped it around Silver, who recoiled as if Jet had threw a snake at him.
Jet started to speak softely to him, and eventually, Silver just layed on his chest and cried. He was in pain. He didn't want to do those things, but he kept seeing hallucinations, hearing things, becoming paranoid, but not of Jet. Jet was special in his mind, and Jet spoke comforting things to him, and showed him the pictures, hoping that he would remember and come back to him.
And when Jet did that, Silver squaled loudly, snatched the pictures away, teleported and hovered in the air, and just stared at him. Just staring at him before talking to himself and flying off to do whatever he was going to do.
End Flashback
Out of all the people he cared for most, it was Silver. But he felt remorseful for how he had treated Wave and Storm, and each new wound that sprang upon his body like weeds from the ground was a sick reminder of who he had once been. If Silver knew how he had treated his teammates, he'd turn in his grave. Surely Wave and Storm wouldn't kill him for it, would they?
Then Jet started to cry. "I'm sorry," he screamed and sniffled. "I'm so sorry on how I treated you! All I wanted to do was visit and apologize and bring my son to join your team, but please, accept my apology! I beg of you! I'm sorry!"
Click! And the shackles fell off of him as Wave and Storm returned to their normal looks- kind and welcoming. "Good," Wave stated. "Now you've learned your lesson and will forevermore be kind to others." Jet was speechless.
He didn't know what to think. Was this a lesson they were itching to teach him a long time ago, or was this vengeance? Maybe it was both? Storm's father also used to tell them to never ask questions to people you were unkind to, for the answer will scare you. He was only 23 years old, his life was just starting to blossom, and then Storm said the magic words: "Welcome to adulthood. Now get out of here and bring your son. My niece and my son would love to meet him."
Chapter Epilogue
Storm Jr., the eldest son of Storm the Albatross, now 13 years old, looked at the green and purple 12 year old swallow next to him. The young swallow looked up at the white albatross and stared deeply into his turqiouse eyes before both, covered in an array of stolen jewels, jumped up and shouted, "Let's go play video games!" And they shot off, leaving Storm's niece, Energy, a red, 19 year old albatross with ocean blue eyes to sigh and think:
Storm Jr. may be leader now, but I'll show him who's boss, and bring him to his knees, like Jet did to his teammates. Soon they shall all know who the real queen is, for tomorrow, I propose the biggest exploit all of Babylon has ever seen- tomorrow, I take the throne, as Jet would've done before morals corrupted him.
End of Chapter 7