Welcome back to Albion's New 'Hero' ~ please enjoy the next chapter ~ I think now things will soon be coming to a close. Don't worry, there will be action.
Disclaimer: I do not own most characters, they belong to Lionhead Studios. Jet and her family do belong to me though.
Chapter 25: It's Over part 1
Almost a year had passed and Jet had nearly mastered her mana abilities. At the moment Shade and Jet were deadlocked in training. Her abilities easily allowed close and far ranged battle but at the cost of her body. Scars tattered across her fair skin, if any was left from training.
Jack of Blades had not been easy with her. Most days he would carry her back to their room unconscious. Shade finally got over his infatuation trading Jet for a young brunette with blue eyes. Jet's and Shade's relationship grew close as brother and sister. She approved of Shade's choice in the woman and have become good friends with her.
The teenager shot off a firebolt, her invention of fire and electricity, only for Shade to jump off to the side narrowly missing her attack. He lunged forward trying to land a blow and Jet knew this was coming. With her hand glowing red, she sidestepped and slammed her hand on his chest.
Pressure built around them as the grass flattened to the earth and their hair floating mid-air until finally Jet thrust her weight forward sending her brother skidding on his back. He skipped three times before flipping over to land gracefully on his feet.
His blade hovered defensively across his chest, ready for the next strike. Jet crouched landing her hands into fists. Those vibrant pale green eyes glowed with excitement, adrenaline pulsing through her veins. Shade, now used to the younger sibling, recognized that face. The young woman's bloodlust was growing with each battle. He would have to watch her closely before she completely lost control.
The red around her hands faded into blue as the wind whipped around Jet. White particles began to fall and Shade realized that his sister was brewing a blizzard spell. He rushed her but she saw right through it as a devilish smirk plastered across that fair face. Worry crowded him as he watched his sister lose herself to a darker side. Much like their master.
This time though he didn't fake his attack like times before. It's sharp edge shredded through her training attire and blood gushed all over him and the ground below. The bitter winds ceased and the blue aura faded while Jet clutched her abdomen.
For a few moments Jet panicked as the crimson liquid gushed out and pooled at her feet. Gaining a hold of her senses her hands shone a green light and slowly the wound stitched itself back together. Her breathing became labored and sweat poured down like a waterfall.
Jack of Blades came out at that second watching Shade stand there with his blade dripping with thick red liquid. His eyes traveled over to Jet as she tended to her heavy wound. Had this been a real battle, the young girl would have been dead by now.
"Why are you just standing there?" Shade turned to watch Jack with dark eyes.
"Our training is over. I'm letter her heal herself." Ruler narrowed his eyes at the subordinate.
"And who said training was over?" His tone sharp and warning. It seemed that Shade had overstepped his boundaries.
"I did. She was starting to lose control. I will need to speak with you later Master." Jack of Blades eyed the man with dark intent.
"Really? I need to do the same with you." Jet finally finished her healing, exhausted and worn down. She shook her head at her brother.
"I wasn't losing control. Where did you get an idea like that?" Shade's green eyes locked with hers and a heavy weight came down between them.
"Your eyes Jet. Remember who you are." With that he dismissed himself and headed back to the mansion in town.
Jet sat there glaring at the spot her brother just stood in. How dare he imply that! She had not changed in the slightest! Had she? Either way that was no reason to cut her halfway open.
Her eyes traveled to the puddle below. The dark crimson glimmered in the afternoon sun. She noticed the reflection in the blood. It was her and her face had grown slim and blackness circled those vibrant green eyes. Naturally her fingers traced the now more prominent cheek bones and felt…empty. What was happening to her? Had she been training so much that weight had melted right off?
Without thought she let her hand drop and a sigh from her mouth. Jack of Blades waltzed right up placing an icy metal clad hand on her exposed shoulder.
"What troubles you my jewel?" The teenager did nothing but jerk her shoulder away from his grasp silently brooding as she stormed off. Jet had no desire to speak with him.
Over the year she had been training the girl had not been paying attention to herself. It also seemed that her master did not care about her well-being either. She didn't feel sick in any way in fact she felt the best now than what she had a year ago. Still, things bothered her. Jet knew she had not been the fat old lady or even really all that unhealthy. Her body was taking a toll from her new lifestyle.
Hiding in the desolate woods Jet grumpily sat by a puddle killing time by poking at it with a withered stick. She watched the ripples roll across the surface every time the piece of wood broke the top. In a way it was beautiful. The ebb of the flow ever rolling.
Shade had been telling the truth. She had changed. Not necessarily for the worst but maybe grew up a little. This last year honestly had been terrible. Jack of Blades continuously raped her even when she had trained all day and her body needed rest, he would still climb on top and ride her. She begged him to stop but only would be slapped and threatened to lose her younger siblings if she wouldn't shut up.
It was because of those two she would never fight back. Jet, as powerful as she was now, stood completely defenseless against her master. Her heart begged for freedom and she knew now that all those sweet nothings Jack had filled her head with before were complete trash. If nothing was done soon she would sacrifice herself to balvarines.
Deep down she knew what she had to do.
Nothing came out to bother her, not in the monster sort of way. A rabbit dared its luck out in the open and cautiously hopped over to Jet. At one point the little creature sniffed her hip curiosity getting the better of it. The thing even let her pet it, enough for a couple of strokes before it scurried away. Jet watched in confusion before she heard metal clanking against itself.
"Go away…" She was really in no mood to talk with him.
"You really have no place to say such a thing." His deep melodic voice coddled her. There was a slight warning edge but more so, it held out invitation. She had no other choice but to accept the invite.
"I really don't want to talk master." A hand found her hair as Jack of Blades toyed with it. Her nerves relaxed some. She had always enjoyed when Freyshack played with her hair.
"Your appearance bothers you does it? Why for?" Silence crashed down around the two as Jet mulled over why it bothered her so. Again her fingers found themselves against her cheek.
"I think…I just feel like it makes me look sick. My cheekbones have never been this prominent nor have I had such dark rings around my eyes. I guess my green eyes have kept their luminescence but other than that…" Jack of Blades looked closer at the reflection in the water.
It was true, her face had sunken quite a bit and he had not noticed this over the few months. There were no mirrors in his mansion for her to pay attention to her appearance so such a change in features was something too much for her. Though something about this darker look he liked, and well…He chuckled at the girl which gave him a glare via reflection.
"I just noticed it myself little jewel. There is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it looks better."
"Excuse me?"
"I like how you've changed." Her eyes grew darker than before.
"You know, that really isn't a compliment, if anything it's an insult." Jack of Blades tugged her hair making Jet lean back. Their eyes locked in a glaring match her beautiful pale green eyes against his evil yellow ones deadlocked. Neither would blink. His grip tightened and she narrowed her eyes. His voice grew dark and rather suggestive.
"I like it." The way his eyes glimmered and his body reacted, Jet knew what was coming.
"Master." She was firm and precise which pulled him back to his senses. He relaxed and aided Jet back to her feet. Both began their walk back side by side.
"Jet, I do wish to speak to you about some sensitive matters." She turned over to him which sent shivers down her spine. He was still brooding and things couldn't be good for her if he was like this.
"And that would be?"
"I would like you to bear me a child." Jet just about dropped dead.
Man of eternity and ruler of Albion wants what?! She never considered him to be a fatherly figure. As they continued on their journey the young woman kept a close eye on the man. He never fidgeted or gave in. Irritated she scoffed and brushed it off.
"You aren't a father figure. You don't even like me let alone love." This time he scoffed at her.
"What, did you expect a 'happily ever after'? I'm not here to love or coddle you. You are mine to do with what I please." A growl slipped through her teeth.
"Excuse you? I never asked for 'happily ever after', I looked to live a humble life in the village after I killed you! Now you're trying to push me to be a mother? No!" His golden orbs locked with hers. Things were not going to end well.
"Do you defy my request?"
"I do as a matter of fact! You may bed me most nights but –" Jack of Blades flattened her against a Cliffside, pressing his body against hers.
"But nothing! You are mine and you will bear me a child!" Her eyes began to glow while the wind whipped against them.
"No. I refuse to do anything more with you." Ice blasted against his abdomen flinging him across the path and slamming into the other Cliffside. Jet hovered mid-air snow and ice swirling around her small frame and hands glowing blue.
Jack of Blades mimicked her movements only summoning up his minions to her ice. Her glowing eyes narrowed in response.
"These last few months have been torturous. You're just another tyrant throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get his way." Golden orbs narrowed in response.
"And you think you could rule better?" She hesitated but nodded.
"Better than you at least! You've done nothing but rape me, starve me, and threaten my family since I've been here," she shot off a few ice shards with a wave of her hand, "and I'm done with it." He scoffed.
"Very well you spoiled brat. Kill me and you can have the kingdom. Though when I beat you, I will chain you down and treat you like the vermin you truly are." Jet scoffed.
"So much for training me to be the next Queen of Blades!" She could feel his scowl beneath that mask.
"If you had continued being a good little girl, you would be." Jet pumped her arms and defensively squatted.
"Ha! Fat chance! C'mon old man! Age before beauty!"
With that Jack of Blades floated higher and cast the first spell.