Ahh, I'm feeling so loved with all these reviews coming into my mailbox! Please, I need more to finish this story; it's slowing down! ARG! I'm even in a poem writing mood right now so I might just leave this hanging until Part FourHmm, we will see!
Jet closed her eyes as her small hands smoothed over her mother's blood. So many memoriesthey were simply overwhelming. And the pain...oh the pain was delicious.
It filled Jet's head, the screams of remorse and agony. Oh the painsomething turned in Jet's stomach. Was it pleasure to hear all the screaming? To feel all the pain as if it was her own? Oh yes, the pain coursed through her veins and stringed tears to her eyes. To feel pain...it was overwhelming. Just the thought of feeling was glorious.
Suddenly, images began to feel her mind. Images of men staring back at her. What? Jet questioned. Who are they? Then she heard her mother's voice.
" Yes," she said. Jet tried to move her head to find her mother but she couldn't. She couldn't control where she was looking. Where did these men come from!?
" Then come with me," the man said in front of her. He turned and started walking down a hallway...a hallway? Where'd that come from? Then realization came to her. Could she be looking through her mother's eyes? Seeing what she saw?
Fear filled Jet's chest. Oh but not her fear, it was her mother's. But the feeling was incredible. It filled Jet's senses, scattered her thoughts. It was like pain but it made Jet want to run away from it. Not embrace it. What a strange feeling, she thought.
Suddenly, the images went through fast forward. It all became a blur of colors and objects, racing through Jet's head. Faster then she could comprehend. But when they did slow down, her mother was laying down, looking at the ceiling. Voices surrounded her.
" This is going to hurt," someone said.
" You know the sacrifices?" Another asked. Before her mother could reply a voice broke in.
" Yes she does," said the voice. It was the man they had talked to before. " She knows she will never have children. She knows everything."
Never have children? But she had-
" Who is that?" A woman's voice broke in through the images, shaking them into distortions. Jet opened her eyes in the real world and turned her head slightly. Who-
Something else brought her back into her head. Pain. Jet's eyes widened in shock. This was worse then before. What were they doing!?! Jet closed her eyes to watch but the images and sounds were permanently destroyed. Only the feeling of the pain remained.
But then something grabbed her shoulder and the pain went away to dull ache. Turned Jet around as she opened her eyes and looked up at a man she already knew.
Seventeen. Her father. He stared at her in pure shock. Didn't he know her? His hand fell from her shoulder.
" Who are you?" He asked.
" Jet," she answered.
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Jet's eyes slowly opened to stare at the ceiling above her. She was in her room. She frowned. She wanted to return her dream. There she could feel. There she could remember.
Jet sighed heavily and got up from her lumpy bed. She couldn't feel any ache that would be on her back from sleeping in such a bed. Jet didn't care, but knew she should. She should care that she couldn't feel warmth or coolness. She should care that she couldn't feel pain or happiness. But she couldn't care. She couldn't bring herself to. All because of her mother.
Jet sighed as she slipped on her clothes. She couldn't hate either. Couldn't be sad. She knew she had to feel all these things. But she didn't. She felt empty. All because of her mother.
Well, everything was going to change, she thought. She remembered the day when she felt her mother's blood. All those emotions. She craved to have blood again since that day. To run her hands through it and feel everything everyone else did. Just that simple need...that's all she wanted. But then again, she wanted something else.
Control.
Domination.
Death.
She didn't know where they came from. But they came with the need of blood. And she would have it all. No one was going to stop her.
Jet closed her eyes as her small hands smoothed over her mother's blood. So many memoriesthey were simply overwhelming. And the pain...oh the pain was delicious.
It filled Jet's head, the screams of remorse and agony. Oh the painsomething turned in Jet's stomach. Was it pleasure to hear all the screaming? To feel all the pain as if it was her own? Oh yes, the pain coursed through her veins and stringed tears to her eyes. To feel pain...it was overwhelming. Just the thought of feeling was glorious.
Suddenly, images began to feel her mind. Images of men staring back at her. What? Jet questioned. Who are they? Then she heard her mother's voice.
" Yes," she said. Jet tried to move her head to find her mother but she couldn't. She couldn't control where she was looking. Where did these men come from!?
" Then come with me," the man said in front of her. He turned and started walking down a hallway...a hallway? Where'd that come from? Then realization came to her. Could she be looking through her mother's eyes? Seeing what she saw?
Fear filled Jet's chest. Oh but not her fear, it was her mother's. But the feeling was incredible. It filled Jet's senses, scattered her thoughts. It was like pain but it made Jet want to run away from it. Not embrace it. What a strange feeling, she thought.
Suddenly, the images went through fast forward. It all became a blur of colors and objects, racing through Jet's head. Faster then she could comprehend. But when they did slow down, her mother was laying down, looking at the ceiling. Voices surrounded her.
" This is going to hurt," someone said.
" You know the sacrifices?" Another asked. Before her mother could reply a voice broke in.
" Yes she does," said the voice. It was the man they had talked to before. " She knows she will never have children. She knows everything."
Never have children? But she had-
" Who is that?" A woman's voice broke in through the images, shaking them into distortions. Jet opened her eyes in the real world and turned her head slightly. Who-
Something else brought her back into her head. Pain. Jet's eyes widened in shock. This was worse then before. What were they doing!?! Jet closed her eyes to watch but the images and sounds were permanently destroyed. Only the feeling of the pain remained.
But then something grabbed her shoulder and the pain went away to dull ache. Turned Jet around as she opened her eyes and looked up at a man she already knew.
Seventeen. Her father. He stared at her in pure shock. Didn't he know her? His hand fell from her shoulder.
" Who are you?" He asked.
" Jet," she answered.
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Jet's eyes slowly opened to stare at the ceiling above her. She was in her room. She frowned. She wanted to return her dream. There she could feel. There she could remember.
Jet sighed heavily and got up from her lumpy bed. She couldn't feel any ache that would be on her back from sleeping in such a bed. Jet didn't care, but knew she should. She should care that she couldn't feel warmth or coolness. She should care that she couldn't feel pain or happiness. But she couldn't care. She couldn't bring herself to. All because of her mother.
Jet sighed as she slipped on her clothes. She couldn't hate either. Couldn't be sad. She knew she had to feel all these things. But she didn't. She felt empty. All because of her mother.
Well, everything was going to change, she thought. She remembered the day when she felt her mother's blood. All those emotions. She craved to have blood again since that day. To run her hands through it and feel everything everyone else did. Just that simple need...that's all she wanted. But then again, she wanted something else.
Control.
Domination.
Death.
She didn't know where they came from. But they came with the need of blood. And she would have it all. No one was going to stop her.