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All Good Things Come to Those Who Wait	By : torturequeen06 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Before Ashley had even reached his sister he had been stopped by a fellow scientist. A meeting had been called and it was mandatory that all personnel made an appearance. That was where he currently was, seated in a fold up chair placed on the edge of a large room where a few hundred of his coworkers sat as well. All the chairs were lined in rows facing the same direction, toward the front of the room where a makeshift podium stood. All of the scientists were seated in the top left corner while the military personnel took up the remaining seats. The seating arrangements made it very clear that the military outnumbered scientist twenty to one. The higher ups claimed that it was for their protection, but Ashley knew it was to keep them in line. One wrong move, one wrong word said to the wrong person and you ended up on a slab in the morgue two stories below them, four stories below ground level. No one really cared if a scientist or two went missing as long as progress was being made, and currently, it was going quite well. The fact that they had caught the find of the century and that they had some major finds on the xenomorphs, though none of it was proving useful for them, was considered great progress indeed.
With a heated intensity Ashley glared at the podium as his father spoke to them all through the microphone, his naturally loud voice booming through the speakers. He had a feeling the man purposely called the meeting so that he would not be able to see his sister. It had been years since he last seen Jack. The day she had murdered Jacob to be exact. He had spoken with her just moments before she had opened the man�s throat with the sharp end of her knife. General Evans had been there as well. Though the man kept a cold exterior to them both, he seemed to like to keep them close to him. Well, more so Jack then him. Ashley could not remember a single mission of Jack�s that their father had not been involved in. The man had even over saw her time in basic training. Jack was his prot�g� and the General wanted to make damn sure that she turned out just as he wanted her to. Too bad for him she saw things differently.
Though Jack repeatedly stated the reason for her entering the military was solely to help people, Ashley knew better. It was because she was, for lack of a better word, destined for it. She had never had an interest in school as he did and only passed her classes with his help (him doing her homework for her). Her head had always been in the real world, or so she claimed. A majority of her school years had been spent in detention or at home having been expelled for fighting the other students that consisted of mainly males. In her defense, she had only been protecting her brother. Ridicule and jokes had been sent Ashley�s way having the need for his sister to fight for him, but he did not mind it. Both of them had grown up knowing he was not the fighter of the two, he was the brains. Jack had never been book smart like him, but, unlike him, she was street smart. She had the ability to adapt to any situation thrown at her and come out of it alive and mostly unscathed. Ashley and his mother had always joked that if you threw Jack in the middle of the jungle somewhere with only a knife as protection, she would find her way home unharmed and then proceed to beat the living shit out of the person who left her there.

Survival was Jack�s instinct, and she would do anything to survive. Survival and winning were the only things that mattered to her. She always had to win the fight, had to get the last word in. When they were growing up Ashley had always considered her a sore loser. That was until she enlightened him on her obsession for winning.
If you want to survive, you have to win. The winner is always the one left standing. As long as I�m alive, I have won. If I ever lose, well, you�ll have to find me a nice hole to bury me in.
He may not share the same views as his sibling, but he can respect them. What was most important to him was science. Discovering something new and getting his name down in the records. Having a new virus named after him. Ashley believed you are never truly alive until everyone knows your name and you have everything that you want. He has not achieved either of those goals, but is trying his damnedest. One day soon, he was going to make it, all he had to do was wait patiently until the opportunity arrived. And it might have with the arrival of the humanoid alien.
So wrapped up in his own thoughts Ashley never realized that the meeting was over and his father now stood in front of him, glaring down at him intently. �Ashley,� the man hissed between gritted teeth. Ashley lazily looked up at the man. �Walk with me,� the General commanded. Sighing heavily, letting the man know he was doing this reluctantly, Ashley did as he was told and stood so he could walk next to his father. When they started their walk a deep silence fell between the two and all that could be heard were the sounds of the General�s boots tapping the linoleum floor.
�Is there a point to this?� Ashley finally asked getting sick of the silence. �I mean no disrespect, sir, but I have work to do and I can�t waste time walking around the complex with you.�
General Evans gazed at the younger male out of the corner of his eye, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. They were nearly the same height, Ashley only an inch or two shorter putting him at five-seven or five-eight. �You�re right,� he told the male, �you do have work. The board has quickly agreed that you are the perfect candidate to lead a team of scientists for the new project concerning our latest catch.� Ashley had only a moment to gloat silently at his newfound power before the General started to speak again. �They wish you to start immediately. You will test all of his physical limits against a human candidate.�
�Who is the human?� inquired Ashley, fearing he already knew the answer.
�Jack, of course. There is no human that would willingly participate in this, so she was the logical choice seeing as she cannot refuse.� They made a left turn at an intersection and continued to walk down the new hallway. �Besides, I believe she is the perfect for this. Unlike some around here,� he shot a glare at a few military personal leisurely walking past them laughing at some private joke, �she does not give up easily. She�ll push herself just to push him. Knowing her, she�ll see this as a challenge and one she will have to win at any cost.�
�Jack hates to lose,� Ashley stupidly stated the obvious.
�Yes, yes she does.� The General stood a little taller and a small smile was on his face.
Ashley released a snort. �After everything that has happened, you still sound proud of her.�
�I am.� With mouth agape, Ashley stared incredulously at his father. He could not believe it, could not fathom it. His father, the military guru, was proud of his daughter that had killed a fellow soldier in cold blood and went AWOL. Ashley expressed his amazement to his father getting another smile from him. Two in one day was very unusual. Hell, two in a year was strange. �She didn�t kill him in cold blood as you well know that fact. Jacob Davis had his gun pointed at her, she just defended herself. I am proud of her because she avoided capture for six years and didn�t leave a single trace so that we could track her. When we finally did capture her, it was by sheer luck. She just happened to be hiding in the wrong place at the wrong time. Right under our noses and we didn�t even see her,� the General chortled. �Amazing.�
It was very amazing, though it pissed most of the men off, especially Mark who had frequently visited the town and never caught a glimpse of her. What upset him even more that her appearance had not changed over the years and he still had not recognized her, if he had even laid eyes on her. Her dark brown hair was still cropped short, just above her shoulders, the ends curling slightly (if she would ever let her hair grow out she it would be divided in beautiful ringlets much like their mother). Her small button nose still had and always would have the little divot in it from where it had been broken years ago in a school yard brawl. She had kept her athletic build over the years maintained by the rigorous exercise routine that she performed daily. Nope, not a damn thing had changed about her. Not even the way her eyes shifted in their sockets as she calculated her chances of survival.
The General stopped in front of a door and Ashley with him. As the older male was entering the access code, Ashley spoke. �You know, she�s going to do whatever she can to escape and try and take that thing with her.� The red light on the number pad flashed green and the General pushed the door open, holding it so his son could step inside the room. Taking the invitation Ashley walked through the doorway and into the dimly lit room. Several other people were there, some sitting in chairs, others leisurely leaning against the equipment worth more than the building itself. Before them all was a wall of nothing but glass.
�We counted on that much,� the General answered shutting the door and then walked to the windows. Ashley followed closely behind. He spotted his sister, along with the alien being, unconscious on an operating table laying face down. The creature was in the same position though his body took up the entire table he was lying on, whereas her small frame only took up a portion.
�What are they doing to them?� Ashley wondered aloud. He never realized he asked the question until his father answered him.
�They�re placing tracking devices at the base of their necks. If they escape, we�ll find them.� The General paused long enough to take a quick glance at his son and then turned right back to the window. �The tracking devices also have another function. With a push of a button it will send a serious of electric volts through their bodies rendering them useless momentarily. Think of it as a shock collar on a dog, only a little more powerful. You can shock them up to five miles from. The tracking device has no range. Well, that is if they stay on the planet.�
�I understand the tracking device, but why add the shock? The military is here to put them down if they prove to be too difficult for us to handle, right?�
General Evans sighed heavily showing his distaste for the situation. �The board wants to keep them happy, both of them. They don�t want them to feel like prisoners and are allotting them mobility. They are free to explore the compound and walk about as they so choose. Never, under any circumstances, are they to be locked in a room. They are even encouraged to mingle with us.�
Ashley burst into a fit of laughter so loud it echoed across the room. It earned him the attention, most glaring, of everyone in the room. �So,� he said when he caught his breath, �they�re supposed to be like pets?� The General did not see what was so funny about that. �Jack isn�t going to like that one bit. No matter how many times you shock her, she�s just going to keep coming after you. The shock will just piss her off even more and make her that much more determined. And there�s no telling what the big guy will do. I heard he tried to take off Jackson�s head after he knocked her out. What�s he going to do when we start shocking her?�
A deep frown appeared on the General�s face. �There�s another reason why the human candidate is your sister,� he confessed. �They needed a female and would not spare any of the scientists.�
�Breeding.� Ashley uttered the one word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. The General nodded in affirmation. �I won�t let that thing touch my sister,� he declared through gritted teeth.
�You will do nothing,� the General commanded. �If I get even the slightest hint that you are trying to hinder this operation in any way, I�ll put you down myself, understand?� Ashley took a moment to think about what he had said before he nodded his head. Of course he understood. How could he not after his father had put it so bluntly? �Now,� the General started to speak stepping away from the glass and toward the door, �they�re finished implanting the devices. They�ll be waking up soon. We have to explain their situation to them though I doubt the �big guy�, as you call him, will be able to understand what we are saying.� The General walked out of the door expecting his son to follow, which he did with a little apprehension. It was going to be the first time in six years he was going to see his sister face to face. Under the circumstances, he was pretty sure she was not going to be happy to see him.
�Who will be receiving the control device?� he asked the General as they walked.
�I will have one as will you and Davis. One or all of us will be with them at all times.�
�Mark?! Are you sure that�s wise?�
�I believe it is. He will not hesitate to use the device if they become uncontrollable.�
Ashley could see the logic in that. Some of the other men might hesitate using the device against a woman and that second of hesitation would cost them their lives. With Mark�s hate toward Jack, he would not waste any time hitting the button. As long as Mark did not get too button happy and kill Jack, everything should turn out just fine. The man would have his lust for revenge sated with having some form of power over the woman and Jack would be easier to manage. It seemed that the General had thought of everything while picking who would be in control of the devices. Ashley just hoped he would never have to use the device on his sister. He loved his sister and would never want to hurt her, not physically anyways.
A flight of steps and two right turns later, the pair had made into the room where Jack and the creature were currently being held. The General quickly punched in a code on the keypad and flung open the door as soon as the light had turn green, this time he did not wait for his son to follow and Ashley quickly ran into the room behind him. As he entered, the six who performed the procedure left leaving all other behind. Only eight people remained, two being Ashley and the General. The other six were Mark and five other soldiers, their hands near their guns ready incase something should go wrong.
When Ashley made it to the center of the room, Jack had slowly started to wake with a groan. A few moments passed of her repeatedly blinking before she attempted to sit up. Her arms shook from the weight she applied to them and they finally gave out on her and she fell back to the table. She attempted to move her head and it resulted in a wince. A shaky hand rose and she touched the back of her neck. When she felt the stitches is when she sat up. Ashley stood stock still, ready to run in case anything should go wrong.
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For the second time that day Jack woke up groaning. Instead of a pounding cranium she woke up feeling groggy and had trouble focusing on anything. Her body felt heavy and her limbs like jello. When she tried to force herself up with her arms, they shook violently and she fell back onto the table they being unable to support her body weight. She knew that it was just the aftereffects of the drug that they had pumped into her, but that did not mean she had to like it. In fact, she hated it. It left her feeling helpless, a feeling no one really enjoyed and one she detested.
The last thing she remembered was waking up to the sound of growling. She had sat up and glanced about the small room before realizing it was coming from Trunks. Her confusion as to why he was issuing such a sound was answered when she heard the door open. Her head snapped in that direction and then she felt something hit her shoulder. Before she had had time to investigate what had hit her, her eyes had shut. After that she had woken up in her current position.
When her eyes finally focused, she moved her head in an attempt to view her surroundings and a sharp pain erupted from her neck from the movement. Wincing she lifted her arm to feel the back of her neck, her hands shaking slightly. The touch hurt, but she continued to apply pressure onto it until she felt a small bump and the strings that were embedded into her skin. This gave her the strength to sit up and she did so quickly, the movement making her a little nauseous. �What the fuck,� she slurred the sentence loosing the exasperation she intended it to have. She had to hold onto the edge of the table to keep her body steady. It was swaying so much she had nearly fallen off of the table.
A pair of boots entered her vision and she slowly followed them up until she saw the face of her father. �Hm.� He grabbed her head, tilted it back and forced her eyelids open a little wider with his fingers to peer into them. Her face was lifted upward and the bright lights of the room shone directly into them and they started to water. �Seems the drugs were a little stronger than we anticipated.� The General released her head. �No matter, they will wear off soon enough.�
�W-what did you do to me?� she asked slowly her voice raspy from her throat being dried and she coughed. Jack was still finding it a little hard to think much less form words. She looked to her father expecting him to answer and he had a smirk plastered on his face. Great, he smiling, she thought. I�m not going to like this.

Taking a step back so Jack could stand on her feet the General turned on his heels and took several steps away from her and stood next to Ashley. �A tracking device has been placed in the back of your neck,� he explained to her in a deadpan voice. Jack glared at the man as he continued to speak. She did not like the idea of her being tracked where ever she went. It made escaping even harder. �The device in your neck is no ordinary tracking device. It has a little kick to it.� Yeah, she was definitely not going to like this. The General held up what appeared to be a remote in his hand. It only had two buttons and there were words next to them, but she could not make them out from where she stood. �One push of this button,� he thumbed the top button, �and a serious of electrical currents will be sent through your body. So, let�s try and not misbehave.�
Jack wanted badly to test it out, to see if what he said was true, but fought off the urge. He father was not one to lie about such things. So, instead of attacking him she asked, �Who�s the other button for?� With his head the General indicated to Trunks, who was now trying to sit up on the bed. Jack hardly seemed to notice that his mask was off. More important things were on her mind at the moment. �Why? Why put these things in our necks if you�re just going to keep us locked up in a room?�
�The board has decided to let the both of you roam the facility. They decided they want their test subjects happy, and keeping you locked up would not do that.�
�Makes sense,� Jack stated. Ashley started at his sister in confusion not quiet grasping how it made sense. Seeing her brother�s confused look, she elaborated, �Depression. They don�t want him to feel like he�s locked up because he could become depressed. If the test subject is depressed they will not perform to their full potential, no matter how many times you shock them into it. They�ll most likely let you do it in hopes that they would die. God, Ashley, I thought you would know something as simple as that.� Her tone was harsh and hate filled.
Ashley was taken aback by her tone. He thought she would be happy to see him. �Why are you mad at me? I�m not the one that put that thing in your neck.�
Jack crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the table. �3,456. That�s how many people were in that town, Ash. That�s how many people died for your science experiment. A third of them were children, a quarter of those newborns. How does that make you feel knowing you killed that many people?�
Tilting his head to the side Ashley contemplated the number she told him. Only a few breaths passed before he came up with his answer. �There are billions people in the world, so what�s a few thousand compared to that?� he shrugged. �I don�t mind a few people dying as long as we got what we wanted, which we did.� If Jack was going to answer, it got cut off when Trunks roared.
The effects of the drugs had finally worn off on him and he was currently charging the General and Ashley. He did not make it far when his body seemed to fold up on him and he collapsed to the ground on hands and knees. A sound that resembled a yelp of pain and surprise left him. He was panting heavily and Jack was at his side in seconds. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder seeing if he was alright. A small growl rumbled in his chest and his head snapped toward her, giving Jack her first real look at him. The top of his head was bald, his hair starting at the sides. Right before his hair line the skin was a light tan in color and the center was dark green like the rest of him, parted down the center by a line the same color that bordered the green. He did not have lips but four mandibles that, when spread apart, revealed several very sharp looking teeth. His eyes were sunk deep in his skull, and had the strangest coloring to them. Around the pupil was a light green that slowly faded out to a yellow color. Jack was reminded of a cat she had years ago with similar eye color. �Whoa,� was all she could think of to say.
�Look like your new friend is uglier than you thought, huh Jack?� Mark asked as he came and stood next to the General arms clasped behind his back.
�There�s no one on or off of this world uglier than you are, Mark,� she shot back. Pain shot through her and Jack�s vision went white. As quickly as it came it was gone, leaving little white dots dancing on the edges of her line of sight. Her body had curled itself into a ball and she stayed in that position on the ground gasping for breath. Well, she thought, at least I know what Trunks felt like now.
Jack slowly uncurled her body and rolled onto her knees to where most of her body weight was on her hands. �I think you better learn to curb that tongue of yours, Jack,� the General suggested to her.
Her head shot up and she glared at the man. �And why�s that, General?�
�Mark has been appointed as your overseer.� She glanced at Mark and saw the wickedly satisfied smile on his face. �And it would appear he�s a little button happy. I don�t think it would be smart of you to piss him off further.�
�Like I give a shit what you think is smart or not.� Several moments of silence passed and Jack sat up having finally caught her breath. �Why me?� she asked her father. �Why was it decided that I would have to go through this?�
�Consider it your punishment for killing a fellow officer.�
She knew it was more than that, but she said, �A fellow officer that had been out of his mind, and killed three other officers before I had gotten there and he pointed the gun at me.� Jack�s eyes shifted to Mark and she could clearly see the surprise on his face. �Oh, so you never told them that did you, General?� She nearly spat the last word. �Must have been some kind of experiment that had gone wrong. What did you tell them about the other guys? That I killed them, or did you just pin that on the local legend of the Jungle Demons? Did you skin them and hung them upside down in the trees?� Jack remembered that legend well. That had been the main reason why they had been stationed in Central America, to investigate on these events. The investigation had gone no where and it quickly turned into a party. One her father had actually encouraged. He had said it was good morale to keep the men happy, but now she doubted that statement.
�I did what I was ordered to. Nothing more and nothing less. Anymore questions you have?� Mark opened his mouth to speak but the General cut him off with a look that made Mark tighten his jaw so that it would stay closed.
Jack nodded her head. �Yeah,� she sniffed, �why him?� her voice had cracked though she tried hard to maintain an even tone. She fought back the tears of years� worth of pain. �You knew what he meant to me. You knew how I felt about him. Why did you pick him?�
�You�ll have to ask your brother about that one.� He indicated to the younger male with his head. �He�s the one that chose the subject and administered the drug.�
With eyes wide Jack turned to her brother who just shrugged his shoulders. �He was the perfect candidate.�
Jack�s hands clenched tightly into fists and her knuckles turned white. There was nothing she wanted more at that moment than to beat her brother until he was mush on the ground, but she stayed in place. It might have made her feel better, but that joy would have been short lived knowing someone would press that little button on one of the remotes. Now, she was starting to see why her mother despised the two so much. They were exactly alike, and neither of them realized it. Her father thought Ashley was a humanitarian just for the fact that he became a scientist just like their mother who was a humanitarian. The man never noticed that the male had chosen the field for his own personal gain. Never saw how cold hearted his son was even after what he had just said Jacob and about the citizens in the small town she had been staying at. Ashley believed he was not like his father because he had the capacity to care about some people. That fact alone made him believe he was better than the man. Jack had tried to make him see that he was not, that he was exactly the same, but he refused to acknowledge what she said and had even threatened her. She had pointed out that was something their father would do and he shut him mouth letting the argument drop.
As it turned out, she did not need to hit Ashley, Mark did it for her. Trunks had seen their lack of attention on him as a chance for escape, but was sorely mistaken. The General allowed the large creature to take several steps toward them before he had hit the button. As Trunks was making his way to the ground once again, Jack took this moment to tackle her father to the ground. Mark was too busy hitting Ashley to notice her taking down his superior and Ashley was too busy getting the shit kicked out of him to care. She was hoping to give Trunks enough time to recover and try to make his move out while she got the satisfaction of trying to kill the man that she hated most in life. Jack only got two good hits in before the man below her hit the button and she lost all control of her body, falling to her side on the ground next to the General. While he stood up, he hit both buttons once again just for good measure.
The General stood fully as Jack writhed on the ground, Trunks a few feet from them panting heavily on hands and knees. He dusted off his uniform and cracked his neck. As the man walked to the woman Trunks growled. The sound instantly ceased when the General waved the remote in front of him. Before he kneeled down in front of Jack, he ordered the other men to pull Mark off of Ashley. When they accomplished the task his attention diverted back toward his daughter who had been reduced to a squirming mass of pain on the floor. �I think,� he reached down to brush back a few strands of hair that had fallen on her face, �you should start behaving like a good girl. One more stunt like the one you just pulled and I�ll be forced to hold down this button until you bite your tongue off.�
Jack glared up at the man and spat in his face. Wiping away the saliva the General stood and hit the button once more before making his way out the door. �Let�s give them a few minutes to cool down. After say,� he paused to glance down at the watch on his right wrist, �ten minutes we�ll take them to the lab and start the testing.� The men ambled out of the room after the General, Ashley limping and sporting a broken and bloody nose, and closed the door behind them.
After they had gone Jack sat up and glared at the door, trying to force back the tears that were threatening to spill by focusing all her hate on the single heavy metal object. She would not allow herself to cry. If she cried, she was admitting defeat and she was not going to lose this. Tears were still threatening to spill from her eyes and so she did the next best thing she could think of. Probably the stupidest thing she could think of as well. She was going to pick a fight, and the only being in the room to pick a fight with was Trunks who was glaring at the door just as intensely as she had been. �Hey!� she called to him. He ignored her which pissed her off. �Hey!� she called louder kicking his thigh with her foot. That caught his attention and he released a growling bark at her. �Don�t yell at me! This is all your fault!� She pointed an accusing finger at him. Jack knew placing blame on him was unreasonable and that if his fight had not entered her living room she would be just as dead as the rest of the town. But she needed something to blame for her pain and she sure as hell was not going to place it on herself.
B�rasch glared down at the woman. He may not understand what she was saying, but the way she was pointing at him let him know she was blaming him for something. With a snort he pointed his finger at her in return. �Don�t point your finger at me, ooman,� he told her in his language knowing full well that she would not understand it. She spoke a few more words and stood up stomping her foot.
Several seconds later she growled and kicked him in the side when he did not stand, and backed away limping and wincing in pain. Is the ooman crazy? he asked himself as he stood. She was definitely picking a fight with him. A fight she would lose. B�rasch roared accepting the challenge and charged her.
Jack had a moment of clarity of just how stupid of a thing she had done when Trunks roared and started to come at her. Picking a fight with him had not been a good idea. She should have thought it through before she had acted. Fear was taking over her mind and trying to force her to run, but she stood her ground. She got herself into this mess and she was going to get herself out of it. His arm swung at her and came at her seemingly in slow motion. Her last thought before she let instincts take over was, Oh shit, I�m going to die.

usmorganGlad to hear that you found the first chapter interesting. Hope you found this one just as interesting.
bloodravynGlad to know you liked it and found it interesting as well. Oh, and cool name by the way. ;)
Death God DistSorry for all of the mistakes. I reread this one about five times, so I hope there aren't that many. Sometimes my mind automatically corrects things for me. Just let me know how well I did this time. I always wanted to do a story with a girl named Jack and finally came up with a way that was possible. XD
musashiHope this chapter was just as exciting for you. I try my best to keep them interesting.
Shadowdog85Glad you like the story. I didn't do much of B'rasch's point of view in here, but there will be more to come.
Thanks for the reviews and rates. Glad to know people thought I was off to a good start. Hope I continue to keep you guys interested. Just let me know what you think, good or bad. I enjoy constructive criticism as well. Thanks for reading!
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