I didn't really like my first chapter to Damaged but then again I did. Please tell me if I should change it a bit!
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" Who are you?" Seventeen demanded, jumping away from the girl's tight grasp. She didn't flinch, nor show any emotion in those blue eyes. Just stared up at him.
" I'm Jet," she said calmly, wrapping her arms around herself. " I thought you liked games Papa."
" Only when I'm in control of them," he growled.
" Oh," she replied. Silence. Seventeen stared at her. She at him. Then she smiled slowly.
" What?" Seventeen asked, slightly dumbfounded.
" You do have feelings," she said.
" What?"
" You have feelings. You feel fear, hatred, anger....pain and pleasure."
" What are you talking about? We all have that."
" Then why don't I?"
Seventeen's jaw dropped open slowly. No reply, no answer came to his lips. She cannot feel...he thought. Jet began to laugh.
" No answer Papa?" Jet asked, smiling coldly.
" No," Seventeen admitted.
" Well I do," she whispered as if it was a secret. She stood on the bed and leaned close to him to whisper in his ear.
" Find me tomorrow," she said softly. " And I will tell you all."
" What-."
" Shh...Good night, Papa." She moved away with silent ease and slipped under the covers of the bed.
" Jet-."
" Good night, Papa."
Seventeen sighed and walked out. For once in his life, he was being ordered what to do. And he didn't like it at all.
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Seventeen sat in the treetops behind his daughter, who overlooked a destroyed city from afar. They hadn't said anything for ten minutes, ever since Seventeen arrived. And it had been no easy task finding Jet since she had the ability that her ki never showed, even in battle. A trait from her father that she acquired with many others.
" Did you know anything about Mama, Papa?" Jet asked, breaking the silence and Seventeen's questioning thoughts. He raised an eyebrow.
" No," Seventeen answered.
Jet chuckled lightly, " Ah, that's why you are so confused."
" What are you talking about?"
" Mama wasn't a normal human, Papa."
" Huh?"
" Think about it. Can a normal human stand beingscrewed by the most powerful android and thing living?"
Seventeen blinked. What a thought...he never really considered it. But as he pondered about it, he did notice that any other slave crumpled within two days of Seventeen's 'playing'. Sita had taken it all with mere whimpers.
While Seventeen went deep in thought, Jet turned around to look at her father. How much they looked alike. Although their hairstyle was different, hers lopsided on one side more then the other, and that they were different sex, they looked exactly alike. Jet lifted into the air and landed completely silent next to her father, memorizing his beautiful figure. She smiled slowly and put her hand on his shoulder. He was startled and his head whipped over to look at her. He frowned slowly, his complexion returning to stone.
" That doesn't explain-," he started.
" How I can't feel," Jet finished for him. She sat down close to her father, her hand still on his shoulder. She had waited for this moment and planned out her words perfectly.
" I am a child, with the mind of an adult," Jet started. " I am a girl with the strength of a man. My mother was a warrior and my father was a killer machine. I am a child with the personalities of both.
" My mother was raped by my father. Strangely though, she got pregnant. When she chose the life of a warrior, they took away her ability to reproduce another. The possibility of a child would have something wrong with her or him. Thus, my feelings. I cannot feel anything. Not even such warmth your body feels. I can only imagine."
Seventeen started to interrupt but Jet continued.
" Oh there's more Papa. I have an incredible need for something, something that you can't imagine. You made to take over the world. But I was born to destroy it."
Seventeen stared at her and she leaned in close to whisper within his ear that she often did, " I dream of blood. I dream of my destroyed victims. I see flashes of the future. I seek revenge for something. It is as large as my yearning to see the blood of the person who hurt me."
Seventeen had a flash back of Jet kneeling over Sita's dead form, rubbing the blood with such gentle care. He understood now. This child...was insane.
" You're mad," he whispered hoarsely.
" No Papa," Jet whispered, her voice scratching with eagerness. " I am you."
Seventeen moved away, eyes wide. Jet remained calm. Who was this child!?
" Don't be afraid, Papa," Jet begged, leaning forward to push him against the base of the tree. " I wont hurt you."
" I'm not afraid," Seventeen whispered.
" Then why is your heart racing?"
" I-."
Jet smiled slowly, " I like when people are afraid. Don't you Papa?"
Seventeen paused, " Yes."
" And when you have them in complete control."
" Yes."
" When you are the strongest."
" Yes."
" You and I can have anything we want, Papa. I'm powerful, you're stronger. Let me be your daughter."
Seventeen paused and stared at his daughter. Her eyes were really actually begging him. Such a small emotion...
" Yes."
Jet threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. At first Seventeen was shocked and a little revolted at the touch. But then something warmed up inside of him. It was very odd at first and he couldn't understand it. But then he began to recognize the feeling. He had it once when he was with Sita, when she curled up to him while they slept at Blondie's house. He slowly wrapped an arm around his daughter and hugged her back.
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" Who are you?" Seventeen demanded, jumping away from the girl's tight grasp. She didn't flinch, nor show any emotion in those blue eyes. Just stared up at him.
" I'm Jet," she said calmly, wrapping her arms around herself. " I thought you liked games Papa."
" Only when I'm in control of them," he growled.
" Oh," she replied. Silence. Seventeen stared at her. She at him. Then she smiled slowly.
" What?" Seventeen asked, slightly dumbfounded.
" You do have feelings," she said.
" What?"
" You have feelings. You feel fear, hatred, anger....pain and pleasure."
" What are you talking about? We all have that."
" Then why don't I?"
Seventeen's jaw dropped open slowly. No reply, no answer came to his lips. She cannot feel...he thought. Jet began to laugh.
" No answer Papa?" Jet asked, smiling coldly.
" No," Seventeen admitted.
" Well I do," she whispered as if it was a secret. She stood on the bed and leaned close to him to whisper in his ear.
" Find me tomorrow," she said softly. " And I will tell you all."
" What-."
" Shh...Good night, Papa." She moved away with silent ease and slipped under the covers of the bed.
" Jet-."
" Good night, Papa."
Seventeen sighed and walked out. For once in his life, he was being ordered what to do. And he didn't like it at all.
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Seventeen sat in the treetops behind his daughter, who overlooked a destroyed city from afar. They hadn't said anything for ten minutes, ever since Seventeen arrived. And it had been no easy task finding Jet since she had the ability that her ki never showed, even in battle. A trait from her father that she acquired with many others.
" Did you know anything about Mama, Papa?" Jet asked, breaking the silence and Seventeen's questioning thoughts. He raised an eyebrow.
" No," Seventeen answered.
Jet chuckled lightly, " Ah, that's why you are so confused."
" What are you talking about?"
" Mama wasn't a normal human, Papa."
" Huh?"
" Think about it. Can a normal human stand beingscrewed by the most powerful android and thing living?"
Seventeen blinked. What a thought...he never really considered it. But as he pondered about it, he did notice that any other slave crumpled within two days of Seventeen's 'playing'. Sita had taken it all with mere whimpers.
While Seventeen went deep in thought, Jet turned around to look at her father. How much they looked alike. Although their hairstyle was different, hers lopsided on one side more then the other, and that they were different sex, they looked exactly alike. Jet lifted into the air and landed completely silent next to her father, memorizing his beautiful figure. She smiled slowly and put her hand on his shoulder. He was startled and his head whipped over to look at her. He frowned slowly, his complexion returning to stone.
" That doesn't explain-," he started.
" How I can't feel," Jet finished for him. She sat down close to her father, her hand still on his shoulder. She had waited for this moment and planned out her words perfectly.
" I am a child, with the mind of an adult," Jet started. " I am a girl with the strength of a man. My mother was a warrior and my father was a killer machine. I am a child with the personalities of both.
" My mother was raped by my father. Strangely though, she got pregnant. When she chose the life of a warrior, they took away her ability to reproduce another. The possibility of a child would have something wrong with her or him. Thus, my feelings. I cannot feel anything. Not even such warmth your body feels. I can only imagine."
Seventeen started to interrupt but Jet continued.
" Oh there's more Papa. I have an incredible need for something, something that you can't imagine. You made to take over the world. But I was born to destroy it."
Seventeen stared at her and she leaned in close to whisper within his ear that she often did, " I dream of blood. I dream of my destroyed victims. I see flashes of the future. I seek revenge for something. It is as large as my yearning to see the blood of the person who hurt me."
Seventeen had a flash back of Jet kneeling over Sita's dead form, rubbing the blood with such gentle care. He understood now. This child...was insane.
" You're mad," he whispered hoarsely.
" No Papa," Jet whispered, her voice scratching with eagerness. " I am you."
Seventeen moved away, eyes wide. Jet remained calm. Who was this child!?
" Don't be afraid, Papa," Jet begged, leaning forward to push him against the base of the tree. " I wont hurt you."
" I'm not afraid," Seventeen whispered.
" Then why is your heart racing?"
" I-."
Jet smiled slowly, " I like when people are afraid. Don't you Papa?"
Seventeen paused, " Yes."
" And when you have them in complete control."
" Yes."
" When you are the strongest."
" Yes."
" You and I can have anything we want, Papa. I'm powerful, you're stronger. Let me be your daughter."
Seventeen paused and stared at his daughter. Her eyes were really actually begging him. Such a small emotion...
" Yes."
Jet threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. At first Seventeen was shocked and a little revolted at the touch. But then something warmed up inside of him. It was very odd at first and he couldn't understand it. But then he began to recognize the feeling. He had it once when he was with Sita, when she curled up to him while they slept at Blondie's house. He slowly wrapped an arm around his daughter and hugged her back.