Author's Note: Dedicating this chapter to all my fans…. ElleloveMax, Rogue212, Rogue Kitty, & Silver Lyken. This is all for you guys!
Jack wasn't there. I was coming home from that wonderful placed called work when I noticed the door ajar. Work was horrible, everyone found out about how I shot Jeff and kept asking when I was going to put a cap in their ass next. They are luck I didn't have a gun cause their might have been quite a few. I know now I shouldn't of lost it but he was going to hurt Jack and possibly me, self defense. Still it bothered me. And why was I so protective of Jack? I knew many runaways, they were all over the planet, so why her? That question is always present.
"Jack!" I yelled coming in and throwing my shit in a corner.
"Jack? You left the door open, it's freezing in here!" I called for her once more before I took a look around. The place was a complete mess. Things were knocked off the shelves, cushions on the floor, look like a tornado hit the place. But I started to get worried, Jack wasn't answering and the more I looked around the more I panicked. The door was the only option that was left. Running out it, but not before grabbing two guns, my eyes started looking for signs of where she might be. Numerous footprints surrounded the house, way to big to be mine or Jacks. Jeff! Shit! Almost frantic now I scanned the area again hoping to find at least a sign of what happened. There! Tiny spots of red grabbed my attention, bending down I confirmed my fear, blood. At the back of the house there was barely any trace of it but as I jogged further out I saw a puddle of it. I prayed it wasn't Jacks. Standing a little to quickly my legs almost gave out but I managed to catch myself. The first thing that came to mind was to pull out the guns. So I followed my orders trying to keep my head about the situation. Panicking would do no good, and that's usually the first thing people do. Had to stay calm, focused.
I walked, following the only thing I had to go off of, blood. As I got further from the tiny shack there was more to follow. My guess was that whoever was bleeding wouldn't last long if they didn't stop and get patched up. Kept getting darker, bad sign. Something twitched out of the corner of my eye, instantly I took aim without even recognizing what it was. If she never yelled out, I would have shot her.
"Marie! Shit it's me, don't shoot!" Jack came running from the right of me covered in blood. My hands shook as my mind finally registered about what I was about to do. Shit! Was I losing it? What if I would have shot Jack? Dropping the gun I met her half way already trying to see if she's alright.
"Whose is it?" I ran my eyes over her sweater and pants not letting her out of my sight.
"Jeff's, I hit him pretty good." She pulled her blade from one of her pant's many pockets, it was smeared with red all the way to the hilt. Snatching it from her I held it up to confirm my thoughts, she buried the damn thing in him.
"Where'd you hit him." Her hands gestured to her lower stomach, damn wouldn't be long.
"Couple hours after you left him and his buddy came in, I fought but with the two of them I couldn't do much. I hit his friend in the arm but that was it. It wasn't until they drugged me to their house did I get a shot at him. When he was trying to rip my clothes off…" She looked away obviously upset. Not many people could handle rape or even the thought of it let alone a teen.
"I'm going to get him Jack, don't you worry. Go get cleaned up and grab some clothes. I'll meet you at the house in 10 minutes." I told her turning away setting my eyes in front of me. There was no question as she took off running in the opposite direction.
I picked the gun back up placing it in my pants. I could never lie about how good the sleek metal felt around my fingers, made me feel like I was in and out of control all at the same time. Many people didn't ever see the light of another day when I felt like this. It was a rare feeling that I haven't gotten since my world turned to shit. Since my father walked off that ship, since they killed my mother, since I came here. But when things were going great, everything seemed to fell into place. I was taught not to feel when I pulled the trigger, not to hesitate, not to screw around, but to just do it and be done with it. So that's what I did, my father was proud of me for it and I just wanted to please him. Though it was when I started to like it that made to start to think about what I was doing. Yet, I didn't stop. I got a list the first day of the week with nothing more than names, addresses, and places of hang outs. Nothing more nothing less. Not why I was going to kill them or who would miss them when they were gone. Nope, not like I asked either, didn't care. By the end of the week I was suppose to have the list filled, no excuses. Sometimes there would only be two or three on their and others ten or twelve. I never missed a beat. Ever since my mother, I was taught, trained and instructed by my father's men. He made sure I could handle myself. He was the one who made up the lists…..
"Jack you sure you're alright?" I asked with the house in view.
"Yea a little shook up. You worked with him right?" I started walking and she followed questioning away.
"Yea, mostly all guys. Think there's two woman."
"He kept saying over and over, it was time you paid for what you did. That since you didn't have anyone, he would hurt me." She shivered, but not from the cold. I stopped at that, he knew? How did he know? His brother was one of the ones on the list. The only reason I remember is because of the last name, Dieochies, not very common. And the fact that right after I came here I saw Jeff, looked just like him, but a little older. Things just keep getting better!
"He was probably drunk, Jack didn't know what he was saying. You'll be safe in a couple minutes."
"Where are we going?"
"You remember the boy who you first saw when you landed or crashed here?"
"Kind of."
"Well that's who we're going to see. You're going to stay with him till I come get you. He heads the runaways knows all the ins and outs of the city, can teach you a lot. I know you are already pretty street smart but maybe you can learn a little. Think of it as another part of your training."
"When will you be back?" Her eyes never left mine when I tapped on the warehouse door.
"When everything is taken care of." I answered as honestly as I could then waited for someone to answer. Didn't wait long.
"Whose there?"
"Hey Joey open up." What sounded like locks slid out of place and the monstrous door flew open.
"Marie, I take it this isn't a visit to check out the place." We walked in to a huge area with many types of kids covering the floor.
"Not quite, I need a favor." He looked over my shoulder at Jack.
"What do ya need?"
"I need you to keep an eye on Jack for a couple days, a week at the most. There are some things that need taken care of." My tone was kept light.
"Yea sure. Not a problem, this the boy I told you about?" He wondered a loud.
"Girl." Jack spoke up stepping out from behind me.
"Ah had me fooled. Still like to be called Jack?"
"Yea its easier."
"Well then Jack it is. Make yourself at home." He smiled and tugged at her shirt.
"I'll give you the grand tour." He joked and she let out a small laugh. Jack was going to like it here and Joey was someone I trusted with my life. I watched them for a few more seconds before slipping out the door and to my destination. Jeff's house, both guns were loaded and ready. It was time to take care of this problem once and for all. And then, and then it was time to get the hell off this shithole!