I found out that this whole story was like a challenge. To explain something so I could just push a little further in the minds' of the readers. This is my last chapter to the story and I give you ado. The sequel to this story, yes there will be one, will be MUCH better. Please don't lose interest because of this. It was just a little flick to understand how much Jet loved her father. You will understand in the sequel. Please give me reviews, even if you've given me some before. I like to see authors return and tell me what needs work and stuff.
Jet watched her father from afar, as he sat alone in a high tree. Leaves of gold hung from the withering tree; it was dying. Death....Jet never really thought about it before. It wasn't something she had to worry about either. Death couldn't touch her. Death would never reach her father. He was almighty. He was strong and cunning. And he was smart. No, Death would never touch her father. And if it did, she would spend the rest of her life finding a way to avenge and fool Death. Prove it wrong. To prove Death wrongwas simply a sin.
Jet sighed heavily. She had a bad dream last night. She didn't like what she saw. She didn't like what the dream was trying to tell her. But that's all she remembered. Her dislike for the dream. The hatred of the memory. Oh yes, she could feel it. Hate. Feel hate...it was a weird emotion, Jet found out. It made her want to scream and do anything to destroy the hate, to make it stop. It was weird. But strangely exciting.
Jet looked up at the same time her father looked down at her. Four same eyes met together. They understood one another. They always would. Seventeen gave Jet feeling, a meaning. Gave her love even if it was not shown. It was felt. Jet felt. She felt him under her cool fingertips. Felt his loneness. Even got a glimpse of his past. But never too close could she venture before he would move away. He was scared of her, she knew that. Scared of what was still unsure. Maybe the answer was in his past. A past that he did not even know. Jet sighed again.
Seventeen stared down at his strange daughter. A daughter that was only four years old now, seemed like an 18 year old. It was hard not to treat her way but she never complained either. Maybe she really did seem that way, inside. He motioned her up to the tree and she complied, flying close to the base of the tree and on the branch in which he sat. She sat hovering before him, silent besides the breath that they exchanged between them. The sun was setting over the mountain and shared the last of its golden glow and warmth, lighting up their raven hair. Gold eyes with ice blue swirls set upon the other, no emotion of any kind. Emptiness was all that glowed with the shine of gold. Pale, pure skin tinted with the sun's light.
Jet sat down beside her father in silence. Nothing broke it. No birds whistled in the distance. No rustle of the wind as it passed over the earth. Complete silence. It was like the world had finally calmed and no life breathed from the earth. A world of no life and challenge; a world of no sound; a world that was eternally damaged, inside and out.
Jet leaned in against her father. He was cold and stiff. She expected nothing else. That was the way her strong father was. And she loved it.
" Father..." Jet murmured.
" Shh..." He hushed. They said no more.
*****
" I'm leaving," Seventeen said as he turned to the only entrance and exit of the lab with Eighteen.
" Where are you going?" Jet asked, standing in the middle of the poor lit room.
" To go harass some humans," he explained.
" Can I come?" Jet asked.
" No." That was all. No more. Jet nodded and thought no longer of it.
" Good bye Jet..." He whispered, but she heard.
" Good bye."
*****
Jet stood in the doorway of the lab, arms crossed firmly over her chest. Darkness settled into night, lighting up the sky with lights of the unknown, lights from beyond. Stars. Endless, countless stars. Diamonds in the sky, being swallowed in a blanket of black. It was depressing, but Jet wouldn't know that. All she saw was the stars of the forsaken. Her father and aunt had left that morning for their joy. And they had never returned.
Jet knew what happened. But couldn't comprehend it. She forced the thought away and have not thought of it since. So she waited. Hours turned into time that had no limits. Boundless and stretched out, lasting as long as it pleased. Torturing Jet and taunted her. They won't return. They whispered. They are gone.
Jet had felt it that morning. Knew it and didn't try to stop it. What a fool. To think her father was like a god, someone who would never die. She should know better. But she didn't. And she let him die. She could have told him to stay; he would have listened, hadn't he?
Jet turned and returned to the cold lab. Alone. Jet swallowed thickly, trying to think of what she should feel feeling? Sadness? Despair? Ah, those emotions scared her. It made her want to stop and lay down, never to move again and fall deeper into the already miserable feeling.
Humans were indeed strange. These emotions was useless and only a burden to strength. How she was glad then that she could feel.
She sat down silently in the office chair and curled up, hugging her knees protectively and her chin on one knee. Lost in thought, she didn't at first realize the lone tear that seeped from eye and down her pale cheek. Looking down at it wonderment and swiped it on her fingertips and stared at it. Water from her eye? What was this?
Jet didn't understand, not at all. Why was water coming from her eye? To make if it was truly water, Jet licked away the content that escaped her emptiness. It was salty, said her taste buds. Water wasn't salty? What thing had her damaged body make? Whatever it was, it only left Jet more confused. Maybe her mother had cheated the men after all when she gave up her ability to reproduce. Tricked them, some how. For some reason, Jet did not doubt this.
Oh! Another one? Jet took the tear from the tip of her other eye and looked at it. It was stained with red. The color reminded Jet of blood. Immediately, Jet let the tear onto her eager tongue and then she understood.
Hate, pain, sadness, all at once, consumed her. A single salt-water thing had given her a brief example of her emotions. Now she knew how she was suppose to be feeling. Hate, the powerful emotion that surged one forth. Sadness that made one want to stop. And pain, both physically and emotionally, made one want to fight harder but crumble and give up. Jet was immidately confused-and aching for more.
But those second emotions, that barely lasted long enough to feel, started something new within Jet. She would have revenge on whoever killed her father. And they will die-terribly...
Jet watched her father from afar, as he sat alone in a high tree. Leaves of gold hung from the withering tree; it was dying. Death....Jet never really thought about it before. It wasn't something she had to worry about either. Death couldn't touch her. Death would never reach her father. He was almighty. He was strong and cunning. And he was smart. No, Death would never touch her father. And if it did, she would spend the rest of her life finding a way to avenge and fool Death. Prove it wrong. To prove Death wrongwas simply a sin.
Jet sighed heavily. She had a bad dream last night. She didn't like what she saw. She didn't like what the dream was trying to tell her. But that's all she remembered. Her dislike for the dream. The hatred of the memory. Oh yes, she could feel it. Hate. Feel hate...it was a weird emotion, Jet found out. It made her want to scream and do anything to destroy the hate, to make it stop. It was weird. But strangely exciting.
Jet looked up at the same time her father looked down at her. Four same eyes met together. They understood one another. They always would. Seventeen gave Jet feeling, a meaning. Gave her love even if it was not shown. It was felt. Jet felt. She felt him under her cool fingertips. Felt his loneness. Even got a glimpse of his past. But never too close could she venture before he would move away. He was scared of her, she knew that. Scared of what was still unsure. Maybe the answer was in his past. A past that he did not even know. Jet sighed again.
Seventeen stared down at his strange daughter. A daughter that was only four years old now, seemed like an 18 year old. It was hard not to treat her way but she never complained either. Maybe she really did seem that way, inside. He motioned her up to the tree and she complied, flying close to the base of the tree and on the branch in which he sat. She sat hovering before him, silent besides the breath that they exchanged between them. The sun was setting over the mountain and shared the last of its golden glow and warmth, lighting up their raven hair. Gold eyes with ice blue swirls set upon the other, no emotion of any kind. Emptiness was all that glowed with the shine of gold. Pale, pure skin tinted with the sun's light.
Jet sat down beside her father in silence. Nothing broke it. No birds whistled in the distance. No rustle of the wind as it passed over the earth. Complete silence. It was like the world had finally calmed and no life breathed from the earth. A world of no life and challenge; a world of no sound; a world that was eternally damaged, inside and out.
Jet leaned in against her father. He was cold and stiff. She expected nothing else. That was the way her strong father was. And she loved it.
" Father..." Jet murmured.
" Shh..." He hushed. They said no more.
*****
" I'm leaving," Seventeen said as he turned to the only entrance and exit of the lab with Eighteen.
" Where are you going?" Jet asked, standing in the middle of the poor lit room.
" To go harass some humans," he explained.
" Can I come?" Jet asked.
" No." That was all. No more. Jet nodded and thought no longer of it.
" Good bye Jet..." He whispered, but she heard.
" Good bye."
*****
Jet stood in the doorway of the lab, arms crossed firmly over her chest. Darkness settled into night, lighting up the sky with lights of the unknown, lights from beyond. Stars. Endless, countless stars. Diamonds in the sky, being swallowed in a blanket of black. It was depressing, but Jet wouldn't know that. All she saw was the stars of the forsaken. Her father and aunt had left that morning for their joy. And they had never returned.
Jet knew what happened. But couldn't comprehend it. She forced the thought away and have not thought of it since. So she waited. Hours turned into time that had no limits. Boundless and stretched out, lasting as long as it pleased. Torturing Jet and taunted her. They won't return. They whispered. They are gone.
Jet had felt it that morning. Knew it and didn't try to stop it. What a fool. To think her father was like a god, someone who would never die. She should know better. But she didn't. And she let him die. She could have told him to stay; he would have listened, hadn't he?
Jet turned and returned to the cold lab. Alone. Jet swallowed thickly, trying to think of what she should feel feeling? Sadness? Despair? Ah, those emotions scared her. It made her want to stop and lay down, never to move again and fall deeper into the already miserable feeling.
Humans were indeed strange. These emotions was useless and only a burden to strength. How she was glad then that she could feel.
She sat down silently in the office chair and curled up, hugging her knees protectively and her chin on one knee. Lost in thought, she didn't at first realize the lone tear that seeped from eye and down her pale cheek. Looking down at it wonderment and swiped it on her fingertips and stared at it. Water from her eye? What was this?
Jet didn't understand, not at all. Why was water coming from her eye? To make if it was truly water, Jet licked away the content that escaped her emptiness. It was salty, said her taste buds. Water wasn't salty? What thing had her damaged body make? Whatever it was, it only left Jet more confused. Maybe her mother had cheated the men after all when she gave up her ability to reproduce. Tricked them, some how. For some reason, Jet did not doubt this.
Oh! Another one? Jet took the tear from the tip of her other eye and looked at it. It was stained with red. The color reminded Jet of blood. Immediately, Jet let the tear onto her eager tongue and then she understood.
Hate, pain, sadness, all at once, consumed her. A single salt-water thing had given her a brief example of her emotions. Now she knew how she was suppose to be feeling. Hate, the powerful emotion that surged one forth. Sadness that made one want to stop. And pain, both physically and emotionally, made one want to fight harder but crumble and give up. Jet was immidately confused-and aching for more.
But those second emotions, that barely lasted long enough to feel, started something new within Jet. She would have revenge on whoever killed her father. And they will die-terribly...