A/N Alright I'm using the idea of Pugluver64 incorporated
with my own. VOTE on my profile, and I hope you guys like
this chapter, took me forever just to write this. And guess
what? Yeah that's right. I have a guy best friend now he's
so nice to have around, but he's moving to Albany… *Sigh*
Jack's P.O.V.
I tossed and turned for what seemed to be the millionth time tonight. The
cold, hard feeling of my bed didn't help my frantic feelings either. I slipped
in and out of my sleep, out the dream that I have the nights the medicine
they give me wear off. It's the never the same scenery, never the same plot,
never the same setting, but always the same blonde hair that whips through
my sub-conscience. I can never catch hold of it for more than five minutes.
It was the only thing keeping me attached to my memory, the only thing that
made me want to know more. I felt that even though I don't know what it is,
it was too important to give just a passing glance. I couldn't shake the
feeling that it's more than just a dream.
Maybe a distant memory?
Maybe I actually had a life outside of this dark cell of disappointment?
I looked out the small window above my bed; I looked out towards the moon
as the feeling of not knowing anything seeped into my soul. Life seemed to
empty and I knew I needed more. I knew nothing, and that's how the leaders
of the Resistance wanted to keep it. The only thing they allowed me to know
was my name.
My name. Maybe that's the ticket out of here.
My name.
Jackson Dare Anderson.
I held on to it as I slipped back into bed.
Jackson Dare Anderson.
The only thing left in my now vacant memory bank. The one thing I'm left
with.
Jackson Dare Anderson.
Four Years Earlier…
Jack's P.O.V.
Kim and I had just finished sparring, and it came out as a draw, as usual. We
both sat on the mat and leaned against the lockers, gasping for air into our
breathless lungs. I sipped at our water bottles as Rudy announced that class
had ended.
"Okay guys you did great today, hit the showers and pack up." He turned to
me and Kim. "Especially you two." We both laughed as he walked into his
office. As soon as he shut the door, I rose up from the mat and held a hand
out for Kim. Fifth teen minutes later I was standing outside, hair damp,
waiting for her to finish in the girl's locker room. When she finally did come
out, she looked at bit startled to see that I was still here.
"You waited for me?"
I nodded my head while she walked over to her locker and packed her gi and
duffle bag inside.
"Any special reason as to why?" she asked, I could tell she was smiling even
though her back was facing me.
"Yeah, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over today," she
looked at me expectantly.
"To, you know, work on that new move Rudy showed us." I added quickly.
"Okay, sure."
We walked out of the dojo and headed down the street towards my block.
Since we were nowhere near my house, I decided to start a conversation.
"So Kimberly Anne Crawford what's up?"
"Nothing, and don't call me by my full name. I hate it."
"You hate your name?" she nodded her head as she fixed the strap of the bag
that hung off her shoulder.
"Why?"
"Because it doesn't fit my personality at all. Usually when you think of the
name Kimberly Anne, you think of sweet, kind, and a weak girly girl who
always gets her way by depending on people," She turned to me and pointed
to herself.
"I am the total opposite, besides what's your full name?"
I took a deep breath in and asserted myself to give my name the full
importance and respect it required.
"Jackson Dare Anderson."
"Hm, sounds important," I smiled at the fact that she had noticed.
"I know you got your last name from your mom and your first name from
your dad, but where did you get your middle name from?"
"From my great-grandfather. It wasn't an actual name; it was name that was
given to him from his actions. He had fought in a war that was held in
Russia and after all his men were taken down, he went against orders and
went out and took down half of the Russian army using karate, causing them
to lose the war. After this they gave him the name Dare." She stared at me
with astonishment. She smiled after a while.
"I like that."
"Like what?"
"That name. Jackson Dare Anderson. Makes you sound ever cooler."
"So you thought I was cool before?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"What no! Well- maybe. Karate –wise I mean!" she kept on stuttering,
which made me laugh. I took her by her shoulders and shook her.
"Kim it's okay, we're here." I said as her blush appeared.
"Oh right," she fixed herself and raised her shoulders.
"I knew that." she left me laughing as she walked ahead and up to the porch
of my house. I thought to myself as I watched her walk.
Hopefully, I don't begin to like her.
A/N Well thats it! Tell me what ya think, comments, reviews,
questions etc. especially questions because I know this story
might seem confusing at first so I want to just clear everything
up.