Okay… So… This one is a LITTLE shorter… And… As soon as you read it, you'll know why. Now I'm warning you now. It does get a little… bad. But nothing to descriptive. Don't go off and report me. This is a VERY realistically written story, and is NOT meant for the faint of heart… Sorry…
DAY THREE
Jack sat at his desk. The shade less lamp on the left corner the only thing giving of any light. His head was cradled in his hands, elbows resting on the desk.
This had been the position he had sat down in. That was little over four hours ago. His thought had been racing.
What was he going to do with Sem'? She was... she was becoming ATTACHED to him. A small voice in the back of his head said that he was doing the same exact to her.
This thought sent off warning bells in his mind. Sem' was to young to realize the danger that she was in with being so near Jack. Often, the boy had snapped on many that he called friends. Killing was a part of his life. A part of HIM. He didn't... make friends. He murdered, and took orders, got paid. That was his entire life.
But now... Sem' was here. And he would not deny that there was some type of pull there. Sem' FACINATED him. Like some rare dog breed, or a new knife. He could feel the possessiveness beginning to slowly fill his chest.
Sem' looked at him as if he were a God. He was sure... that with time... she would grow to worship the very ground he walked on. It had not gone un noticed by him, how her massive green orbs followed his every movement.
His mind suddenly snapped into clarity. He COULDN'T allow her or himself to grow attached to one another.
Jack... he HAD to make Sem' SEE. He wasn't a person that could care for her. Even though deep in the recesses of his mind, he already did. He HAD to make Sem' SCARED. And he would. Doing the only thing he was truly good at.
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Sem' woke to rough hands ripping her from her blankets and completely off the ground.
Horror and fear made her cry out. "Daddy no..." she called on an instant sob. She was confused as to where she was.
Her tiny body was slung through the air, and into the bathroom. She landed with a cry on the ground, her nose crushing onto the tiled floor and causing blood to well to the surface.
Jack steeled himself against her cries, and started toward her once more. He couldn't allow her to grow close to him. He... he was CONFUSED. Nothing had ever affected him like this fucked up little girl.
He watched as she slowly raised herself to all fours. Her long hair was splayed across her back. Blood poured from her nose to pool on the floor. Her tiny shoulder wracked with sobs even though hardly any noise escaped her.
The feeling was back, and Jack fought it. His chest heaved as she slowly lifted her heat to look up at him. His entire body went stiff as her massive unnaturally green eyes landed on him. Filled with tears, fear, and slowly... they filled with betrayal.
Blood poured from her nose, and with a loud sob, she brought her right hand up to wipe it away. Her hair falling onto her cheeks and sticking there, becoming matted by her blood.
"I... I'm s-sorry." She whispered, meeting his eye with her own.
The feeling consumed Jacks chest, and made his stomach knot. His hands clenched at his sides.
Sem' sobbed and slowly shuffled away from Jack. Her eyes flashing about the room with counculated accuracy. She was looking for a place to hide. To hid from HIM.
"P-please... don't hurt... me..." she sobbed as her back pressed into the cold tub.
His mind rallied. He HAD to! He KNEW he did. But he didn't. Fucking. WANT. To! Watching Sem' cower from him, covered in her own blood and tears. Begging him not to hurt her. The feeling literally choking him... Jack snapped.
He lurched forward, and fell to his knees before her cowering form. She screamed, and tried to scramble away from him.
Jack didn't know what to do. He didn't want Sem' to fear him. He didn't like this Sem' that gave him tears instead of smiles. He wanted HIS Sem' back.
Jack slowly reached towards Sem', completely unsure of what he was to do. He had never wanted to fix one of his victims. He stabbed, and choked and... SLAUGHTERED. He. Didn't. Fix.
Slowly, he settled his hands on either side of her sunken in belly. She went still for half a second, before exploding in a fit of movement. Her tiny hand's clawing at his own before she exploded forward and around Jacks left.
Sem' ran forward, loud sobs ripping from her throat as she dashed farther into Jacks home. She didn't understand! She was confused! Jack was HURTING her! Had she been bad? She had thought that yesterday...
Sem' shook her head as she ducked into the kitchen and threw herself silent inside a tiny cupboard near the floor. She clutched the hem of her dress to her face, catching her blood and not leaving a trail. She had learned from Daddy.
Jack bolted after Sem' after a moment of his stomach twisting, and the feeling doubling in his chest. He sprinted into the main hall and froze dead in his tracks, as the little smatterings of blood ended.
His chest heaved, as he clenched his fists at his sides. This wasn't right. This WASN'T okay! He had promised her... they were friends!
"Sem'?" He called gently, his voice taking on a tone that he had never heard before.
His mind was in an argument. Snapping from one decision to another. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to beat the LIVING hell out of Sem' or say he was sorry.
His arm lashed out, and his fist imbedded itself in the wall. The dry wall crumbled around it. He grit his teeth and clamped his eyes closed. His head hurt. He suddenly found himself wanting NOTHING more that to go out and KILL someone.
Removing his fist from the wall, Jack turned and jerked his body around. He moved back into his room, and ripped his cell phone from the little dresser beside his bed. He dialed James's number.
"What?" James barked through the speaker.
"Come. Get. It. I don't want it any more." Jack snarled as he thundered out of his apartment. He hung up before anything else could be said.
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James slowly entered Jacks fully lit apartment. His scenes searching for the boy.
When Jack had called... He sounded... murderous... his voice high and stilted. His breath coming heavy pants.
James stalked forward a glock held tight in one hand. If he had to shoot Jack. He would.
There came a scuffle to his left. James whirled and with a practiced skill, he aimed at the little girl that stood in the doorway of the kitchen.
James instantly lowered the weapon and stared at Sem'. She was matted down with her own blood. It SOAKED the front of her dress. Her hair was matted to her gaunt cheeks.
"M-my... Ma-mark..." she whispered staring at James with wide eyes that were filled with tears.
Slowly, as if he didn't want to scare her away, James crouched before her. His eyes leaving her eyes to study her face. What he saw made his stomach lurch. He grimaced. The tender flesh of her scars were spit open. The 'W' was split open completely. The 'H' the same. The other letters looked cracked as they dried and scabbed.
James didn't even have to ask about what happened. Jack had done this. The massive bewildered eyes of the child before him said it all.
James sighed heavily. "Come on." He called gently, opening his arms. "Ill take ya to Tommy." He stated softly.
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Jack huffed heavily, as he slammed the door to the TV room open. James sat alone on the couch. His eyes glued to the screen.
Jack glared at him through his bangs, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips. His bloodied hands clenching and un clenching at his sides. His white long sleeve was spattered with drops of drying blood. Some had gotten in his hair, tinging the lank locks a dirty brown.
"You don't scare me Boy. Sit down." James commanded in a gruff voice.
Jacks body lunged forward, and he toppled onto the ragged couch beside James. His fisted hands pushing into his thighs. His teeth clenched. He peered at the TV without really seeing it.
His thoughts were racing. He was unable to keep up with them. His brain was shrouded In a heavy gray fog. All he knew was that he wanted Sem'. Her name was a silent mantra that was the only thing his mind would allow him to know.
He had not meant what he had done. Sem' was HIS. That was all that he knew. "Where... uh... whareeee isss sheeeee." Jack demanded on a low growl, turning slightly to face James.
James glared at the TV for a long moment. "Why the fuck do YOU wanna know Kid?" James snarled, turning to meet the glare of Jack. "You didn't just give the kid a fuckin bloody nose, JaCK. You SPLIT the scars on her face OPEN. Look at you! Covered in fucking blood!" James bellowed motioning to Jacks body with a swing ov his arm.
Jacks leg began to bounce. He sucked in a deep breath at James's words. He KEW there had been to much blood. He had KNOW it and he hadn't even noticed! Jacks head bowed low. His chin almost touching his chest.
"Where. The. FUCK. Is. She." He demanded in a high silky tone.
James stared at Jack for a moment, before he let out a loud scoff. "Where the fuck do you think she is!? It was either YOU. Or Tommy. Made me fucking SICK leaving her with him! You have no fucking clue about how fucking SCARED she looked!" James screamed leaping from the couch to hover over Jack.
The boy had gone still. His eyes flew wide open as James's words settled on his grey fogged brain. "Tommy..." he muttered lightly. As if not understanding the words. Sem'... was with... Tommy...
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Tommy stared at the bloodied little girl before him. His hand twitching as she shuffled away from him. Her massive green eyes flicking about the small store room that his Boss had him cleaning guns in. It was filled with boxes, and empty filing cabinets.
James had shown up little over ten minutes ago, looking PIST. He had set the kid down stating "Boss don't want me to watch her. So now you have to." He nearly snarled.
The kid, upon seeing him, had turned to James and began tugging at his shirt. "P-please don't... L-leave me here... Please?" She had begged on a sob.
Tommy had been able to hear how scared she was in that very moment, and it nearly gave him a hard on.
James had simply stared at her for a moment, before forcefully shoving her away. The girl had cried out in fear and tried valiantly to stay close to James, but. In the end. James had slammed the door in her face.
And now... here Tommy was... alone. In a quiet little room. With the most PERFECT little girl he had ever seen.
She shuffled away from him once more, and her back pressed into a wall on the far side of the room.
Slowly, Tommy rose from his chair, and stalked his way towards the kid. "Hey there Sweetheart... What's your name?" He called in a sickly sweet tone as he place his body between her and the door.
Sem's heart pounded in her chest. This was the scary man. She wanted to go home. She wanted her Daddy. Fat tears welled in her eyes as she pressed her back farther into the wall behind her. Her eyes flashed about the room.
She wanted Koshka. He would know what to do! She was sure of it! A sob ripped from her throat. "I... I want Koshka!" She wailed loudly, her small voice bouncing around the room as she brought her trembling hands up to her face. Instantly, she ripped them away when her scars smarted sharply.
Tommy nearly groaned. Even covered with blood the girl was simply amazing. "I'm sorry Baby... I don't know where Koshka is... why don't you come here, and ill clean you up?" He called lightly, crouching, and opening his arms for the girl.
Sem' shook her head. She didn't want this man to touch her. Her stomach twisted painfully and she clutched at it. "I don't feel good..." she whined clamping her eyes closed.
Tommy reacted instantly, and with a smooth movement, he leaned forward and clutched the girl to his chest. Just as he expected, she burst into a fit of violent movement. With a practiced ease, Tommy avoided her tiny blunt nails.
Her tiny body writhing against his own was enough to get him hard as a rod. He groaned softly as Sem' began to cry out. Calling for her Daddy. Her small voice breaking at the volume of her cries.
With finely skilled movements, Tommy had the girl pressed on her back to the table he had just been working at. He pinned her tiny legs between his and the end of the table, and clutched her tiny wrists above her head with one hand.
Sem' screamed in fear, the noise so loud that her throat felt raw afterword's. Tommy was slightly startled by how loud she was, but continued forward anyway. With his free hand, Tommy cleared her face of hair, re opening the scabs that had formed.
Her small body arched off the table in pain as he lips hung open in a silent scream. Her scars HURT. Nearly as bad as when Daddy would re do them. Tears streamed from her eyes, as the man untied the front of her dress and pulled it open roughly. It didn't rip.
A low groan slid from Tommy's throat at the sight of her bare chest. An elegantly carved scar lay arching across her chest, just above her dusky pink nipples. Her flesh was so pail...
Sem' thrashed about, her head shaking wildly between her pinned arms. "No! No, dint to-touch me!" She screamed, her chest heaving.
Tommy ignored her command, and nearly purring, he lowered his head to run his tongue over the scar that so beautifully read; Greed. Tracing the letters with his tongue.
Sem' froze solid at the feel of the warm moister gliding across her skin. Her back froze in its arched position, and her neck stayed craned back. Her breath shuttered out of her chest.
Tommy smirked as the girl went stiff. He loved it when they would. It made it so much easier to move them about. At this thought, Tommy released her wrists, and tugged the hum of her little skirt higher up her legs, before fumbling with his own belt.
He pulled back to peer at the child. Her massive green eyes were wide, her tangled black curls splayed about her body. Her back was beautifully arched, and her arms remained above her head.
And then... Tommy felt it. A chill ran up his spine as some cold, and sharp pressed against his left side. His hands froze as his belt finally came undone, the button and zipper already undone.
"WhaT the uh... FUCK is goinnnG on hereeeee?" A low raspy voice hissed into his left ear.
Tommy flinched. It was Jack. The girl didn't as much as move. Her tiny body shook slightly with shivers. That was it.
Sem' panted heavily as her belly knotted again and again. Her breath came in short little pants. Her entire body was stiff and locked up. She wanted to go home! She wanted Koshka. She wanted Mommy!
Jacks blood boiled at the sickening sight before him. Sem' tiny body sprawled on the table top, surrounded by pieces of broken down guns. Her back arched, and her entire frame shaking with shivers.
And then. There was Tommy. His thighs pinned Sem's to the table at the knee. His belt hung loose and his zipper was down completely. Jack didn't think he would be able to handle it if he saw the sick FUCK with a hard on. He would. Fucking. SNAP.
"I uh... saaaiiddd... What-ah... is goiinngg on heree... Tommm" Jack snarled lowly, as he pushed his blade harder against Tommys ribs.
Tommy winced, and shuffled away from the pain. "J-Jack" Tommy grunted.
There came a flood of movement then. The small room filled with cries of pain and loud, high laughter.
Slowly, Jack raised himself from the floor. Leaving a bloodied Tommy behind. He wasn't sure if the sick little Bastard was still alive... He could give a FUCK less.
His chest heaved as he turned slowly to face Sem'. There she lay. Half naked, and shaking. Her back was now flat against the table, her small chest shuttering unevenly. Her arms were still raised above her head. Tears poured down the side of her head, leaving a semi clean trail behind them.
Slowly, Jack moved towards her, and came to a stop at her side. She seemed to sense him, for her eyes were not even open when her tiny arms shakily reached for him.
Instantly, Jack had her in his arms. One arm cradling her bottom, the other buried in her blood matted hair. He did not press her face into his throat. He didn't want to hurt her.
A high keening wail poured from Sem' as she coiled her arms about Jacks neck and tugged her self closer to him.
Jacks eyes slid closed at the sound, and he turned his face into her hair. "Shhh Baby Doll. I've got you." He murmured softly.
Sem' instantly quieted to small little mewls. "I... I didn't... mean to be bad. I'm... s-sorry" she hiccupped, not caring when her scars ached from the contact of Jacks skin.
Jack tightened his hold on her slightly. The feeling... the one that he had learned to accept. Only because of Sem' mounted in his chest once more "you weren't bad... I was. I'm sorry... I PROMISE I will NEVER Hurt you again. I promise." Jack vowed, his voice going low, and his hand gently clenching in Sem's hair.
"I was scared! That man hurt me!" Sem' nearly screamed as tears flooded anew. Her pulled away to look up at Jack.
Jack slowly opened his eyes to meet Sem's. He craved that color. That nearly unnaturally shocking green. Like the deep green leaves of a tree. She stared at him, sniffing and crying loudly. And Jack suddenly found himself clutched in a wave of Possessiveness. "No. One. Will EVER hurT you again. I Won't let them take you from me EVER again. I Promise Baby Doll." He murmured in a very low. Very dangerouse tone.
Sem' stared at him for a VERY long time. As if weighing out his words. Testing the worth of his promise. Then. With a shaking limb, she raised her tiny hand. Small pinky extended. "P-pinky promise?" She stuttered past her heaving breath.
Jack, very nearly laughed, but he settled with a small smirk. Removing his fingers from her hair, he gently coiled his pinky around her tiny one. "Yeah. Pinky promise." He stated softly.
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Jack sat on his knees before his bath tub. Nearly grinning. Sem' sat in the water, completely bare, and playing with a wash cloth. Her gentle laughter filling the room.
"Mommy used to do this with me." Sem' admitted splashing about in the water.
Jack hummed, and took the cloth from her. "Did she?" He questioned lightly reaching forward, and gently tipping her head back. He lightly ran it over her slightly bloodied cheeks.
Jack found his self in a strangely tranquil state. His mind was not clouded. His thoughts were not racing. The feeling wasn't choking him. Never before had he EVER experienced such calm.
Sem' hummed a yes as she let Jack turn her head this way and that. Everything was okay again. Jack had just gotten up set was all. The scary man was gone. Koshka was sitting on the toilet seat.
Sem' had forgiven Jack. It was an accident after all.
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Ardin puffed on his cigar and held a phone to the left side of his head. "Tiny little shit. Black curls. Bright green eyes. Fucked up face." He stated around the smoking object in his mouth.
He waited for a very long while as whoever it was on the other end responded. Suddenly, he pulled the cigar from his mouth and grinned massively.
"Very good! I'll be seeing you in four days!" He bellowed loudly.
He hung up with a smug smirk. " bout to get the cheapest guns in Gotham!" He purred to himself.
