This story will have seven or so chapters. It was written on my Cell during passingperiods or long car dives ect. There is gonna be quit a few mistakes
DAY ONE
She mewled softly as she rubbed at her teary eyes with the heels of her palms. Her small, round cheeks smeared with grime. She had been bad again. She had taken food.
She TRIED to be a good girl, she tried REALLY hard. But no matter how hard she tried... she couldn't make her Daddy happy with her.
Now she was locked in the dark room. Nursing her ribs, and keeping weight off of her left leg. Daddy had burned her there again. Water dripped down from above her, and she shivered with cold. Her belly hurt from it being so empty.
She didn't want to be down here anymore. Daddy had left her in the dark room for a LONG time. She had to go potty, and her leg was hurting really bad. Stumbling around in the dark, she called out for her Daddy.
He did not answer her. It was COLD. Daddy had never left her alone in the dark room for so long. He must have fallen asleep. That's it. Daddy hardly ever slept. He was just sleepy. That's was why he had hit her so hard this time.
She limped her way up the stairs from the dark room, and once she made it to the wooden doors at the top of the stairs, she pressed her ear against it. Listening intently fir her Daddy.
She heard nothing, but the low droan of the small refrigerator in the kitchen. Reaching up, and moving to the tip toes of her not hurt leg, she fumbled with the round handle for a moment before the door finally sprung open.
Bright light flooded around her, making her whine softly and raise her hands to cover her eyes. She blinked widely, and after a few long moments, she slowly ventured forward into the kitchen.
The room was filthy. The yellowed linoleum floors spattered with all sorts of stains. Some she knew to be her own blood. The walls, were made of a fake material that looked a lot like wooden slabs. They were ugly, and a dark dirty brown color. The countor tops(that she could noy see over yet.) Were a dirty creamy white. Sometimes, she would tap her nail on the edge of the countor. It made the same noise as tapping on her plastic play plates would. The sink was piled high with dirty dishes, and it always smelled bad.
She slowl shuffeled forward, eyes and ears searching for her Daddy. She wasn't sure If he would be mad at her for coming out of the dark room. Sometimes, when he would put her in there, he would come and pick her up hours later. He would cuddle her to his chest. Say that he is sorry, and then take her to go to liked those times, those times made her love her Daddy all the more.
She limped her way through the kitchen, and into the living room. She nearly ran back once she saw that her Daddy was asleep in his chair. But when he didn't stir, she stood rooted to the spot.
The living room was worse than the kitchen. The carpet was a rust brown, and it was always, ALWAYS sticky. Trash littered the floor, along with her Daddys bottles. The T.v used to work, but Daddy had hit it really hard, and it didn't anymore. Daddys chair sat in the middle of the large square room. It was a dark green. She didn't like the color.
Her Daddy sat in his chair. He was alseep. Her Daddy was a large, burly man. He had a beard on his face and this hair was short. His hair was jet black, and he had a a scar on the right side of his head where no hair ever grew. His face and body here heavy with weight. His lips were slightly parted, and sick was dribbling from between them. Sometimes Daddy drake a lot from his bottles and he would get sick. That must have happened and she just didn't clean himself up.
She twisted her hands in the front of her dress and watched her hands. She worried her bottom lip. She was REALLY hungry... and... and Daddy was the only one who could get into the fridge.
After she had stolen a cracker that had been teetering off the counter, he had made sure to shove everything out of her reach. She coyldnt get food by herself.
She limped forward, and only came to a stop when she was at her Daddys knee. "Daddy?" She called softly. Not wanting to wake him up and put him in a bad mood.
He didn't stir at her voice. She teied again. "Daddy..." she peered up at him from under her lashes. He again didn't move.
Slowly, with shaking fingers, she reached out and clutched at the materieal covering his knee. It was a loose soft fabric. She shook it slightly. "Daddy... I-I'm hungry..." she stated.
Again. He didn't move. She reatched forward with her other hand to clutch at his much larger fingers. As soon as her skin touched his, she pulled away in surprise. Daddy was FREEZING! she studied his face once more. His lips were blue. "Are you sick Daddy?" She questioned touching his hand again.
She recived no answer. Slowly she nodded her own head. "Yeah. Daddy is sick. Dont worry, ill take care of you Daddy" she murmed softly turning and limping her way to his room.
She pulled his thick blanket off his bed, and with a large amount of pain and struggle, she hobbled back to her Daddys side. He hadnt moved. But that was okay. He was sick.
Grunting softly, she tossed the blanket into his lap, and after a moment of moving about, she had the blanket settled over his entire body. Only his face and neck lay uncovered.
She tottered off for a moment to find her bottle, and once she did, she sucked the water that was in it noisily. She moved back to her Daddys side. "Do you feel better Daddy?" She questioned, placing her free hand on his knee.
He said and did nothing again, and she hung her head. Daddy never did like talking to her. She hobled away from him, and into the small bathroom on the other side of the room. After going potty, she stood on the edge of the bowl to wash her hands.
Daddy had never been so quiet before. Usually when he slept, he snored loudly. The noise always made the hair on the back of her neck stand. She didn't like that noise. He must have been really sick.
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"Al right kid. This guys a real freak. Real religious. Just keep your mouth shut, and don't mention the scars on the kid. He'll go into a fit and we don't got time to deal with that. Ya got me?" A large man stated to an evel larger, rail thin blond boy. He looked to be sixteen or so.
The pair stood before a tiny home in the slums of the narrows. The dirty yellow light that glowed from the street lights his the boys face in shadows, but his companion could be seen clearly.
He was a tall man and looked to be made of sheer muscle. His hair was cropped short and had an odd red tinge to it. He was a runner for the Irish mob. He carried guns, and bodies. That was it. His name was James
The young boy nodded and motioned for the man to move forward. And sliwly he did. Moltov was a crazy religious Russian Drunk. But he had a way of coming into the cheapest guns. His buisness was valued and if one wanted to do buisness with him one had to know how to act.
Raising a fist, James pounded on the door three times, and waited for Moltov to answer. When one did not come, he beat on the door again. Moltov never left home. He had a buisness to run and he knew it. He may have been a drunk, but he wasn't stupid.
"Just uh OPEN the door." The young boy behind him snapped. His voice was a deep snarl, and his sentence seemed broken.
Glairing over his shoulder, James turned the knob and shoved the door open.
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Her head snapped up at the sound of the front door. Her little heart quickened in her chest. Someone was here. Daddy was sick. He couldn't protect her. Jumping from the toilet she looked around for a place to hide.
Quickly, and silently, she opened the doors to the cabnet under the sink and crawled inside. She had to move a large green can out of the way, as well as a few things that had belonged to her mother. But soon she was settled.
James and the boy entered the house with caution. Eyes scanning the living room. That was, untill there eyes settled on Moltov in his chair.
The man was ovbiously dead. Lips blue, skin pail, vomit trailing down his chin and throat. His largw body was covered by a blanket, and a babby bottle was settled near his feet.
"Shit." James cursed lowly. Boss was gonna be pist. No. Not just pist. MORE than pist. He was going to probably kill somebody. James just hoped that it wasn't himself.
The boy shuffled about slightly, his nose curling at the dirty house he stood in. "Didn't you say somethin' about a uh... kid?" He questioned lightly.
James looked about once more. Lips forming into a thin line. Maybe things wernt as bad as he had originally thought. Moltovs kid had a key to his wepon room. He had seen her multiple times. She wore it about her neck on a long chain.
At first. James had wondered why Moltov would give a four year old such an important item, but he knew better now. The kid was damn quick, and she could hide just about anywhere. She had apeared oit of nowhere multiple times when her Father had called, just so he could have her key.
Shit... what did he call her? Clearing his throat he glanced about. Searching for any clue. His eyes settled on a large stuffed... one COULD say cat. It was a dirty orange and white striped thing with large triangular ears and crooked whiskers. A triagular nose and a poorly sewn smile. It was tossed into the corner of the large room. Seening that grubby cat reminded him.
"Ey Grekh!" He called, tryimg, but failing to mimic the Russian words. He had no idea what they meant, but every time he had heard Moltov call his child he had used this phrase.
Her breath caught in her throat. Who ever was in her house knew her. Her Daddy yelled that when ever he wanted her. "Hey Sin!" He would call.
Slowly. She made her way from the cupboard. They knew her, and her Father. They couldn't be bad people. Again, twisting her fingers in her dress feont, she limped out of the bathroom. Eyes glued to the ground.
Movent to their right caught both men's attention. A tiny girl limped from the bathroom. She was tiny. Not just in size but weight aswell. Her cheeks were gaunt and her body thin. The little red dress she wore hung about her tiny frame. Her inky back hair was curly and hung down her back nearly to her bottom. Tiny hands worked the front of her dress nervously.
None of this, however was what held their attention. The child was littered with large, raised scars. All made to look like words. About her throat, deep purple letters formed the word "Gluttony" in English. Down each uncoved arm "Pride" had been carved multiple times. On her thighs, just where her Dress ended "Lust" was carved. Wrapped abour her frail calves, "Envy had been carved,Looping all the way around them at least ten times on each leg. No more word could be seen. The others must have been covered by her dress. No more words but one.
The word "Wrath" had been carved on the girls face. Thw W started just beneath her right eye. The word trailed along the width of her face. Noot even her nose had been spared. The A started from between both eyes and split onto eather side of her face. The little cross of the A running across the bridge of her nose. The T was just beneath her left eye. The entire word was raised and violently purple. Like it had been carved into her flesh more than once.
She lifted her eyes to peer at the two men through her lashes. Instantly she recognised one of them. The red haired man was one of her Fathers friends.
Both men shifted once more as she looked at them. Her eyes were a haunting green. The boy had never seen such eye color. Her eyes were large and a deep green. He felt like she was peering into his soul.
"Daddy is sick." She called lightly. She spike in english. That was really the only language She knew. Daddy yelled at her a lot in Russian, bit he never spike to her in it. Mommy had spoke to her in English a lot.
James's eyes shifted towards the dead man, then back to the girl. She was looking at the fully now. Green eyes wide with mixed emotions. Fear being one of them. The little girl had never spoke before. Her words held a russian accent. Probably picked up from her Father.
There sounded a slight laugh fromvbehind the red haired man, drawing her attention. Lazily, she let her gaze travle to the other man. What she saw drew her instant attention.
The man was tall and very skinny. Just like her. His hair was shoulder length and a honey blond. But his face. His cheeks. There were split open. She could see the cloth that was holding his cheeks together, and vaguely, she wondered if it hurt him to talk. His scars looked like a massive smile. He had scars. Just like her.
James turned slightly to scowl at the boy. "Now ain't the time, Jack." He snarrled lowly, before turning and moving slowly towards the girl.
She eyes the red head warily. Reluctantly pulling her gaze from the other man. As soon as the red head was close enough, he crouched before her. Sitting back on his haunches, he folded his hands before him, forearms resting on his knees.
He smiled soothingly down at the girl, tilting his head to the side slightly as he's eyes locked onto the key on the necklace she wore. "What's your name?" He asked lightly.
She let het gaze travle back to the other man. "My name is Sem'. That means seven." She murmured quietly.
Jack watched as the little girl ooenly staired at him. He glared. The little Shit had bettwr quit that. Before he made her.
James nodded, then motioned to her key with his right hand. "Can I see your key, Sem' sweet heart?" He questioned inba sickly sweet tone.
Instantly Se' lost interest in the other man, and her small hand closed about the key her Daddy gave her. She peered up at the red head. Her eyes narrowed and a look came onto her face that didn't belong on a four year old little girls. "No." She stated in a hard tone.
If she gave this man her Key... Daddy wouldn't just hit her... oh no. Daddy would re do her marks. She didn't want him to hurt her like that again.
James pulled away from the little girl in shock. She was giving him the coldest, hardest stare he had seen in years. She looked much to young to have that look on her face. "W-what?" He demanded, voice high.
Sem' glared even harder. "No. Daddy is sick. He will wake up soon and if I give you this key... Daddy will re do my marks." She stated in a cold voice.
Jack took a few steps forward. He vouldnt belive what he was seeing. This kid was... ehat? Four at the MOST. and here she was. Going head to head with one of the Mobs men. His interest had been caught.
James recovered quickly. "Listen here you little Shit." Hr started, but he never got to finish.
Surptising both men. Sem' ducked around James and took off across the living room. Both men were after her in an instant. One scowling, and one giggling under his breath.
Sem' ducked into her Fathers bedroon and dashed inside one of her hidy holes. Daddy had made them for her to hid in when Bad people were at the house. This one was under her Daddys bed, dug into the wall behind his head board near the floor.
Both men flew forward into the room, eyes searching for the little girl. They began to tear the place appart. The blankets off the bed. Ripping dreasser dwars out and throwing them to the floor. After a miniut or two, it became apparent that the child had hidden herself well, and that they were not going to find her.
"Hey... uh... you want me to get her out," Jack suddenly questioned after a beat of frustrated silence.
James ran a hand through his hair. "We NEED that key and that kid as proof that Moltov is dead." He snapped drawing a heavy breath.
Withou another word, Jack left the room. Only to reaturn moments later with the grubby cat clutched in right hand. A smirk pulled at his scars painfully, making him shivver.
"Al right kid. Playtimes... over... I have your cat here. And if you ain't out here in the next three seconds... ill... uh... kill him." Jack called in a low throaty tone.
James looked at the boy as if he had gone mad. The kid was to damn smart to fall for something like that! But, as an atioable gasp filled the air quickly followed by shuffling. James closed his open mouth.
A moment later Sem' crawled from underneath her Fathers bed. Green eyes wide with fear. "P-please... don't hurt Koshka... don't hurt him." She pleaded, large eyes growing damp as she eyed the stuffed toy in Jacks hand.
Jack held his free hand out for the key. Waving his fingers back and forth when she didn't move.
Eyes flashing to the red head, Sem' shuffled forward, sloely taking off her necklace. Her small hand clutching onto it for dear life. "Give me Koshka." She pleaded, bring up a fist to rub at her tear filled eye.
James shuffled forward then, and before the child could react. He had her about the waist and in his arms.
A ear splitting scream ripped from her throat, and she began to thrash about brilliantly. Small hands clamping onto the arms about James's wrist. Small legs flailing. "No! Stop touching me!" She screamed in a shrill voice.
Jack toik a simple step forward, and ran his hand across the scars on her face. He didn't really know what he was doing. Bit he did know that if anyone were to touch HIS soon to be scars like he was touching this child's... he would lock up.
And he was right. As soon as she felt the bare fingers of the blond man, trailing over the hyper sensitive scars on her face, the air in her lungs froze solid. Her already large eyes grew massive. Her small bosy grew taunt and small nails dug into the James's flesh.
"Give me that key." Jack demanded in a solid tone. A small frown pulling on his lips.
James reached around the child and pulled the necklace from her small hand. "Take her." He commanded, fingers curling around the mettle key. Shoving the frozen, silent girl into Jacks arms , James left the room in a rush.
Jack as well as Sem' both went stiff as a bord. They peered at eachother. One with wide fearful wyes. The othwr with something akin to disgust.
Sem' swallowed thickly. Snd tiny hands clutched at the grey shirt that the man holding her wore. She could see his wounds now. They were gruesome. Thick wire like coth courding the split flesh of his cheeks closed. They were red. Raw. In placed it looked like the cloth had rubbed painfully.
He was scary. His eyes dark as he glared down at her. She swallowed again and looked away from his face. Heat rose to her cheeks as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her eyes settled on Koshka. The kitty Mommy gave her.
"Can... can I have Koshka... please?" She questioned realeacing one hand to reach for her cat. Koshka didn't like strangers. He was scared.
Jack nearly smirked at the blush in the child's cheeks, and slowly, he lifted the cat and pressed it into her out streatched hand. He watched as she folded the grubby animal to her chest. It was nearly as large as she was. The grubby cat looked like it may even out weight the little girl that was currently codling it to her chest and cooing lightly.
"Bring the Kid. Boss is gonna wanna see her!" James called from the front door as he left the hous. Arms louded down with weaponry.
At this the girl looked about. "U-um... Daddy is sick... are you... are you going to make him... better?" The child questioned in a mumble as she hid behind her cat.
Jack worked him mouth as he a began into the living room. He was never a person to butter anything up... but... this was a child. How did a person tell a little girl that her Father was dead? He was sure, that as soon as she realised thst they were going to take her from her home... she was going to have a fit.
And he was right. As jack silently made his way out of the bedroom, and past the dead man in the chair. Sem' began to thrash about. "I need to chexk on Daddy." She called trying to push her self from Jacks grip.
When he ignored her and continued towards the door her breathing began to pick up. "Put... put me... down... Daddy is sick..." she whispered, lower lip trembling as her struggling increased.
As Jack passed the threashhold of the Door he nearly jumped as Sem' let out a blood curdling scream and her struggled trippled. "Daddy! Daddy help!" She screamed writhing around in Jacks grip.
James growled to him self as he deposited the guns in the trunk of his car. "Shut her up before someone calls the cops." He snarrled whirling about the can and going back into the house for another load.
Jack struggled to over power the wriggling girl, and she was having none of it. Screaming at the top of her lungs for her "Daddy to save her" all while flailing arms and legs. Her ugly cat clutched to her chest in a death like grip.
The struggle continued and Jack was slowly loosing patience. This fucking kid... with a low curse, he finally cocked a fist back and planted it deep in her belly.
All of her air left her in a whoosh, and black spots instantly clouded her vission. Her mind reeled as she gasped for breath. Daddy did this to her a lot. It made her wanna be sick. She hoped she wouldn't be. She wanted to keep her cracker in her belly.
Jack puffe out some air as Sem' went limp in his grasp. He was breathing heavily. The kid could put up a fucking fight. Now, she lay semi aware and gasping for breath in his arms. Craydled to his chest.
Her cheek came to rest agaist his callor bone, little pants of warm breath fanning across his throat.
A fter three more trips back into the house, James finally filled his trunk, and with a simple hand motion, called Jack to the car.
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Throughout the carride, Jack had to hold Sem' she seemed to have lost consciousness, small hand barely holding her "Koshka"
WhaT... uh... do I do... with IT?" Jack demanded nodding his head towards Sem'.
James sighed heavily, and ran his hands throufh his hair."just... Keep her with ya. Your really the only guy who can be trusted around a kid like that. You know how Tommy is... " He trailed off as he pulled into the parking lot of a large club. Thumping beat reached the all the way from the car.
Jack nodded but scowled. He did now how Tommy was. He had been caught with a druged up twelve year old girl, juet last week. Luckily for him, in this business... you could get away pretty much anything.
But he didn't want to be roped into baby sitting services! He was seventeen, and he had been making some... plans for his future. Having to watch this kid would fuck things up! He opened his mouth to voice his thoufhts but shut it once he realised that James was already out of the car and halfway towards the back enterance of the club.
Growling to himself, Jack repositioned Sem' in his arms, so that her front was pressed to his. Her small scared legs wrapped about his abdomin. With minimal difficulty, he managed to get her arms draped over his shoulders, about his neck. Her cat was stuffed partway between them, its head trapped between the croov of her elbow and Jacks chest.
He realised then, as he crawled out of the car, that he must have looked like an idiot. Some freakishly tall skinny bow w ith a fucked up face, clutching a freakishly small scared up little girl to his chest. He had just lost some major ego points.
With his long strides, Jack was at James's side in an instant. He said nothing as the moved to the back door and james threw it open easily. Their hide out (the smallest one that they had at least.) Was a large underground room ubderneath an irish pub.
The music was louder in this room, and Jack had to tighten his hold on Sem' as they started down a steep set of stairs. The air around them was filled with cigar smoke, and boisterous male laughter. At least Boss was in a good mood. Jack thought as he trailed after James.
After another moment or two, the two men came to a stop at the side of a large circular room. A desk in the direct middle had a beautiful young woman on either side of it. A fat balding man, cigar haning from his mouth was watching the two women as the moved provocatively to the music that was echoing from upstairs. This man was the Irish Mob Boss Ardin Bartely. He loved women, smoking, drinking, money, and power. That was it.
After a moment of shuffling around james cleard his throat loudly. The noise caught everyone's attention, and both women turned with startled gasps. Ardin glanced up and grinned at his two favorite boys, his eyes settling in the small bundle in Jacks arms. "Did ya bring me guns?" He demanded from around his cigar.
James scratched at the back of his head. "Well. Yeah. We even brought more than expcted. But... Molvov is dead." He stated over the music.
Ardin frowned. "Dead? And your proof?" He demanded, shooing the girls away from him and telling them to reaturn upstairs. Ardin was a man of solid fact. He never took anything at face value.
James motioned Jack forward. "We brought his kid. He would have never of let us take her if he were still breathin." James stated.
Jack moved forward then. Sem' was starting to wake. Her small arms tightened around his neck and she sleepily burried her face in his neck. A small frown marring her lips.
Ardin felt his eyes go wide as Jack turned slightly to show him the tiny girl in his grasp. He had met Moltov many times, and seen his child all of twice. Once when he had walked into Moldova home and he had been beating the girl to a pulp and another when he had called her for her key. He had never gotten a good look at her.
"Well. Let me see her!" He commanded, motioning for Jack to hold her out to him.
Jack tounged at the corner of his mouth and quickly manoved Sem' till she was held before him. His hands under her arm pits.
She whined slightly, and clamped her hand around Koshka. Her head rolled forward in a near drunken manner, and then she went still again.
Ardin leaned forward, and took the girl from Jack easily. He was surprised by how light she was. But, as he setteled her in his lap, he noticed the scars that littered her body. Oh yeah. This was Moltovs kid alright. Only someone a sick as that Russian would do something like carve the seven deadly sins into their own child.
Suddenly her head snapped up, and Ardin cringed in surprise, and slight disgust. The scar on her face was gruesome. Her startling green eyes rolled about in her head. With a geimice, he held the girl up and shook her slightly, motioning for Jack to take her back. "One fucked up kid al'right."he stated
Jack took Sem' back and glanced dowed at her. Her eyes finally settled on his face. She blinked up at him, her nose crinckling. "My... tummy... hurts..." she grurgled.
Jack felt his eyes go wide, and instantly, he was on the far side of the room, Sem' on her feet. As soon as he set her down, she leaned forward and got sick. Yellow, burning liquid spilled from her mouth, along with what ever was left of the cracker she had managed to eat.
The room fell into silence, as Sem' panted heavily. A sob burst from her throat. "I- I'm sorry... I didn't mean too" she hicuped holding Koshka away from her mess.
Jack sighed through his nose. Damn kid... looking over her vomit with disinterest, he came to the conclution that she hadn't eaten in a while. She had thrown up stomach acid.
James appeared at his side then, an old rag out streatched. Jack said nothing as he took it and crouched low. He turned Sem' to face him. Her face was even more pail than before. It redgistered in the back of his mind, that He MAY have hit the kid to hard. Bit hey! She was being a little shit!
Silently, he took her cat from her and draped its large over stuffed body over his knee. Then, gripping the side of her head gently, he wiped the left pver vomit from her mouth with the rag. Her staired at him while he did this.
When he was done, he tossed the rag to the side, and offered her her cat. She took it from him slowly, eyes never leaving his. They staired at each other for a moment, before Jack opened his arms for her. Hesitantly, sge allowed him to lift her from the ground.
James watched all of this. He felt bad for Jack. Being a seventeen year old kid and all. James had no idea about his back story, but the kid was real messed. And now, he had a child forced onto him. Turning back to his Boss he ran his hands through his hair. " What we gonna do with her Boss?" He questioned lightly.
Ardin leaned back in his chair, and studied the shivering child in Jacks grip. "Well. Moltov is dead. But the kid may still be of some use. Jack will take care of her for now. Bring me my guns." He commanded in a tone that held no room for argument.
Jack growled under his breath. Why the hell did HE have to take care of the kid? They should just drop it at some orphanage. God damnit! He glared down at the child he was holding. Her green eyes were fluttering about the room, and confusion was easy to see on her face. Fat tears were pooling in her eyes, and she was sniffling softly.
James nodded, then turned to Jack. Reaching behind him, he pulled his wallet from the back of his pants. Pulling out a couple large bills he handed them to the boy. "Take her and get some food. Once I deal with the gun ill come pick ya up and take ya home." He stated in an apologetic tone
Jack took the bills without a word and marched up the stairs. He worked his mouth painfully. Stepping out the back door, the way that he had come, Jack stared to the street. He ignored Sem' as she clutched her cat to her chest, and mewled softly into its grubby colth pelt.
At least she wasn't loud. Turning to his left, he started towards an old run down fast food place. He had to admit that he was slightly hungry. His last meal being the day before near breakfast time. He suppised he would take the money any buy himself and the kid some food.
After a long nearly silent walk, jack pulled the door to the fast food place open. It was nearly empty. A bum, dressed in ragety clothes, and wearing a ripped up beanie sat in the far corner of the place. Another two people sat near him. A young couple. Maybe in their twenties had frozen at there entrence.
He glared pointedly at them and moved to order some food. When he stopped at the counter, he resettled Sem' on his hip. He peered up at the menu. "What... do you uh... want to eaT?" He questioned, not even looking down at the girl in his arms.
Sem' felt her eyes go wide and instantly she pointed. It was a bicture of a booger. She had seen her Daddy eat thos sandwiches a lot. The looked really yummy. "Can I have the Booger?" She questioned, mouth watering from all the smells in the building they just entered.
Booger? Jack turned his head to look at Sem'. Her small hand was raised and she was pointing to a burger. Sucking on his lower lip, he decided not to correct her. The less she talked. The better.
Finally ordering their food, Jack carried Sem' to a table in the back of the resturant. It was far from the other costomers. Uncermonyosly, he dumped Sem' into the padded booth seat on the other side of the table, and took his seat.
Sem' whimpered at the drop, but said nothing as she resettled herself and the setteled Koshka next to her. She was scared. She didn't know where she was, or really who the man she was with was. All she knew, was that her Daddy was going to KILL her when she got home. She would never be able to leave the dark room again.
She turned to Koshka. "Don't worry Koshka. I won't let Daddy hurt you." She murmured to him as she loveingly ran her hand loveingly over his head.
"Okay Sem'. I trust you." She answered herself, puffing out her cheeks and trying to sound ovbiously like a male.
Jack watched this exchanged with a blank face. It was apparent that the kid only had herself to play with. That cat. Koshka... was probably her only "friend". This though did put Jack a little off. Poor kid.
He studied her for a moment before he noticed something. She was favoring her left leg. Narrowing his eyes her peered at her. Suddenly, as if she had felt him stairing. Her eyes flashed to his and they locked there.
She forgot all about telling Koshka not to fear when she met the man's eyes. Her hands began to twist in her dress front. "Are you a friend of Daddy's? " she questioned softly. Not wanting to upset the man.
Jake stared at her for a moment. "Uh... suurree" he drawled. The kid was scared shitless already. Telling her cat that she would protect it.
Her eyes went wide, and she suddenly grinned. No one but Mommy and Daddy had ever talked to her before! She she blinked at them man. "What's your name?" She questioned excitedly, leaning forward.
Jsck blinked. Completely taken aback. She had grinned at him. He ran ocer his past in his mind. He was pretty damn sure noone had ever grinned at him before. And even though his mind rallied against him as soon as he though it... she looked damn cute. Even with the scars on her smirked back. "Jack." He stated simply.
"Jack." Sem' whispered. Commiting it to memory. "My name's Sem'." She stated, a deep blush settling in her cheeks as she took in his smile. She averted her eyes and glanced at Koshka.
Jack nodded his head. "YeP" he stated. Popting the P. He got up then, to go collect their food. Once he had returned, Sem' eyed the bags in his hands.
Silently, Jack pulled her burger from the bag and passed it to her. Setting it on the table infront of her. He began to root around for his own food and once he found it, he stuck a single fry between his lips. It hurt like a bitch to eat. Last week he had bit his left cheek and poped a stitch. He did not want a repeate of that.
Jack was halfway through his meal by the time he looked across to Sem'. He arched a brow. She sat, back pressed agaist the booth behind her. The burger lay untouched before her. In the exact same spot Jack had put it.
"You gonna eaT?" He questioned leaning closer to her.
She knotted her fingers intovher dress front and looked to Koshka. Almost like she wanted the damn TOY to explain something. When she decided that her cat was not going to open its mouth, she sighed heavily.
"Daddy will put me in the dark room again. Hes gonna be REALLY mad when I get home... if... if I don't eat... maybe Daddy won't be as mad." She mumbled, cheeks puffing out slightly.
Jack quit chewing for a moment. Dark room? What the fuck? And as for her "Daddy"... What could he possibly say to her to make her forget him. I mean its not often that you think your dad is "sick" when he has really been dead for what looked like for at least a day.
Jack searched his mind. "Look... your uh... Daddyyy... told me to... keeP and eye on ya. Hes gonna be gone for a good... looong. Whiille. So, eaT" he commanded motioning to the burger before her.
She looked extremely aprehensive, but after a moment, she reached forward, and snatched the food from the table. Small fingers fumbled with paper wrapping. Sem' couldn't get the food in her belly fast enough. She wanted to eat as much as she could before Jack took it from her.
She was fully engrosed in her food, and did not notice when Jack reached out to slow her. She froze solid as a gentle hand patted the top of her head. "Slow dooowwn. Youl... uh... throw it all uP if ya eat to quicK" he drawled.
Jack had honestly never seen anyone eat so fast. Even HE got some food when he was a kid. She hadn't even looked up at him as he spoke to her. She had gone still. Yeah, she had gone still as a statue. But she had not pulled the burger from her mouth.
He pulled his hand from the top of her head, and watched with mild satisfaction as she slowed her eating.
He had already funished his meal, and simply sat. Watching Sem'. She was surprisingly careful as she ate. No food got on the front of her dress as Jack had expected. She also kept doing something weird. After every bite, she would run her pointer finger over her throat. As if soothing it. The scar there was gruesome, and deep. It no doubt caused some type of discomfort.
Sem' finished her food a while later and she slowly set the paper back on the table. She had never been so full in her life! She glanced up to see that Jack eas starring at her. Instantly, she looked away. A heat rising to her cheeks. "T-thankyou for food..." she mumbled.
Jack smirked. When was the last time someone blushed at him? Nodding his head, he stood, and moved around the table. He towered over her for a moment, before holding his arms open.
Sem' fumbled about with Koshka for a moment, before getting to her bare feet on the red pleather of the booth. She stood and allowed Jack to pick her up, clutching Koshka to her chest.
After she was settled on his hip, he turned and fished his phone from his pocket. He left the building dialing numbers. Holding the phone to his ear, he waited for James to pick up.
He did on the third ring. "Ya ready?" He questioned, not even saying hello.
"Yeah." Jack snapped. After telling him where they were, Jack moved to the side of the street and waited.
Sem' was scared. It was dark... she leaned closer to Jack. She had never really been outside. Daddy would never let her. "No one wants to see a little shit like you!" He would always say.
She cuddled Koshka and whimpered lightly. She didn't like this. She wanted to go home.
Jack watched as Sem' grew more and more adgitated. Her breathing picked up, and her eyes never stayed in one place for to long. He sighed heavily through his nose.
Glancing at her, then to the cat in her arms. He sighed again. He couldn't belive he was going to do this... "uh... Whos thaT?" He questioned, motioning towards the kat in her hands.
Sem' met his eyes, and then glanced diwn to Koshka. "This is Koshka... Mommy gave him to me." She called, snuggling her face into the crook of the cats neck.
"And whaT does... Koshka mean?" He questiined, trying to distract her.
She smiled. "Koshka means cat. Daddy said it was a stupid name, but Koshka like it." She stated Pulling away from the animal and holding him away from her body.
"Does he now?" Jack questioned, shiffting his weight from foot to foot.
Sem' nodded slowly. "Koshka is scared..." she murmured turning in Jacks arms to pull Koshka to her chest, and to wrap her arms about Jacks neck.
Jack went stiff at the feel of her touching him so... intmantly. He didn't like to be touched. It made him... feel... wrong in some way. Like he wasn't supposed to touch anything if he wernt going to kill it.
He was not saying that he wasn't going to kill Sem'. Just that he couldn't kill her YET. His boss would never allow it. For some reason, he wanted the kid alive. So. For now. Jack would take care of the kid. Just till she wore out whatever usefulness Ardin saw in her.
A familiar car pulled up to the curb infront of them then. And Jack quickly ducked inside. Pulling the passanger door open, he sat, and piled Sem' roughly in his lap. She was stiff as a bord and was looking around with wide, blinking eyes.
"Ardin thinks he can use the kid for workin a deal with Moltovs supplier. " James stated under his breath as he started towards Jacks home.
Jack glanced to the silent kid in his lap. "Its a KID." he stated simply. What could a kid do?
James nodded. "I know... He thinks thst if we have the kid, we can strike up a deal. Moltov got his guns CHEAP. There has to be sometype of relationship there. All we can hope, is that they like the kid and want to keep her alive." James shrugged.
Jack tounged his lower lip. Watching as Sem' seemed to relaxe slightly, and curled up on his lap, promptly falling asleep.
What a weird fucking kid. She ran on basic necessities. A companion (Koshka, the disgusting cat) food (she looked like she lived off the bare basics) and as for shelter... the kid looked like she had raised herself. She slept when she needed sleep. Ate when she neemed food. This kid had no... life.
James sighed. "Look. I'm sorry you got stuck with her. Maybe she won't need much attention. Take care of herself." The man stated, pulling to a stop infront of a dilapidated appartment building in the heart of the narrows.
Jak simply shrugged. "I'm getting paiiied." He called scooping Sem' into his lap and leaving the car.
James watched as Jack carried Sem' away. A deep feeling of forboading filling his gut. That kid and little girl were going to change things. He didn't quite know how. But this had been the most he had ever seen Jack speak. Something was going to happen soon. And James jist hoped that he would be kept from the cross fire.
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Jack threw the door to his one bedroom appartment open, and glanced about. Everything was as he left it. Lights on. Papers threw every where. Nodding to himself, he stepped inside.
Sem' mumbled something in her sleep and tightened her grip around his neck. Jack grimaced. Where in the hell was she supposed to sleep?
He didn't really have a couch. The furniture in his living room consisted of one rickety old table that had a creepy old tv on it. And a... bench of sorts. It was a dusgusting poppy red, but it was slighlty padded and beggers couldn't be choosers.
Cursing under hos breath, Jack ran his free hand through his hair. What. To. Do.
He moved forward into his own bedroom, and looked about once more. He REALLY didn't want this kid sleeping with him. That would... just be... to wrong.
His eyes landed on a pile of extra blankets near his side of the bed. He had gotten those for the coming winter month. He didn't exactly have heat. But it was still just a little to warm to use them. He was a hot sleeper. Shrugging to himself, he decided that this was the best that he was going to get at the moment.
He dropped Sem' into the blankets, and didn't wait for her reaction. He didn't care wether there was a kif here, or not. He was going to keep up with his planning.
Sem' sat up bolt up right, eyes flashing in every direction. She was in a home. Jack stood on the far end of the room that she was in. His hand infront of him tinckering around with something.
She staired. She wanted to go home and check on Daddy. He was REALLY sick. Mommy was sick to... she didn't wake up either. Daddys had to take her somewhere.
But even as she throught of all of this, her eyes grew heavy once more. She had a very early bed time, and it was really late now. Before she could stop herself, she had fallen asleep in a mess of blankets.
She knew something was not right. Daddy had NEVER let anybody but Mommy touch her. Let a lone take her from the hose that she had never left. She was hardly ever aloud to go outside to play in the sun. So WHY did Daddy let those men take her?
She was scared. Yes. But... they had not been mean to her. Jack had even Fed her... she dared to to get her hopes up. Jack was just watching her till Daddy got better. And then... as soon as Jack told Daddy about the food that she ate... Daddy would redo her marks. Again.
Daddy had done her marks a lot. Sem' could only count to three and he had done it many more times than that. She didn't want him to hurt her but she was bad. Daddy always said that Mommy left because she was bad.
