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All Good Things Come to Those Who Wait	By : torturequeen06 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The guests, a male and female that were obviously related in some way (probably siblings, Jack guessed), that had been the reason why Jack and Trunks had been forced to cut their hunting trip short sat across the long oval table from Jack, Trunks having gone to the mess hall to eat. Both had angular features, much like a cat, and strangely colored eyes, bright green for the male and a golden color for the female. They were dressed strangely as well. Both were wearing what seemed to be ivory colored tunics. If they had any garments underneath, Jack did not know and neither did she want to find out. It would make the conversation that was going to happen, but not happening at that moment, a little uncomfortable if she went under the table and lifted their tunics just to see if they were in just their birthday suits underneath.
Before meeting Trunks, Jack would have never believed that there was life on any other planet but hers. Since she now believed differently, she knew that the being across from her were not human. They had human appearances, very human appearances, but there was something that did not give Jack that human vibe. What made her feel that way were their movements and their eyes. Their movements were too sharp and too quick to be considered natural, and when the light hit their eyes, they had that gleam to them like cats got when the light their eyes just right. Every time she saw that gleam, Jack�s heart pounded loudly in her chest and the sound of her blood rushing roared in her ears.
To say that the beings sitting across from her frightened Jack would be an understatement. They scared the living shit out of her in a way that Trunks and the xenomorphs could not touch. The only explanation she could come up with for her fear was that their appearances were so human it was deceiving. It just felt wrong, unnatural, and she did not understand why they had to have a human form. People fear what they do not understand. She knew that, and tried not to be one of those people, but she could not help it. They had made no threat against her person and did not even show any signs of violence which gave Jack no real reason to fear them. In fact, as far as she could tell, they were extremely peaceful. That made her wonder exactly why they were there, in a military compound and how they had any association with her father, who sat two chairs away from her, Ashley occupying the chair next to him, leaving an empty seat between him and his sister.
All questions would be answered as soon as the interpreter got into the room. Whoever that was, seemed to be a little reluctant to do their job, as Jack was reluctant to continue sitting there waiting for him or her. The interpreter was starting to piss Jack off. All she wanted to do was get out of the room and as far away from the guests as she could, but she could not leave. The fucking interpreter had to get there first. She was really starting to dislike the interrupter. The man, or woman, was already on her shit list and she had not even met them yet.
Several more minutes of uncomfortable silence later and the interpreter finally walked into the room. To Jack�s surprise, it was Hamilton. The guests did not seem as happy to see him as she was. In fact, they looked downright outraged. The male of the pair stood up and immediately started to shout in his language, which sounded more like a serious of growls, grunts, and hisses rather than an actual language. Hamilton rolled his eyes and responded. Whatever he said had angered the male even more and he went to attack the man, but the female placed her hand on his arm and said something that calmed him for he sat back down with a disgruntled look on his face.
Running a hand through his buzz cut hair Hamilton took the empty seat between Jack and Ashley. He gave Jack a shaky crooked smile, letting her know he really did not want to be there, and then turned back to the pair across from them. The male continued to glare at Hamilton and refused to speak, even with his companion staring at him, waiting for him to start. When she saw that he was not going to, she did. So that they were sure who she was speaking to, she looked the General in the eyes and only turned to Hamilton when she was finished, signaling that she was finished and he could interpret what she had just said. �They know what you are doing, and they want you to stop,� Hamilton relayed. �They say that Jack is an improper test subject for this.� The last statement caused Jack to snort loudly earning her a glare from her father.
�Why does she say that?� the General inquired. He was looking at them, but he did not direct the question toward the female but to Hamilton instead. When dealing with interpreters the General had always done such. It just made things easier on him. He did not understand the language and was not truly speaking directly toward them. It was just a little less of a hassle to speak to the interpreter instead of to the people he was actually speaking to. Jack always thought he was being lazy until she had to do the same. It just felt weird trying to talk to someone who did not understand what she was saying.
After Hamilton asked her the question, she answered with a rather large explanation. After she signaled that she was finished, Hamilton was a little reluctant to interpret what she had said. He opened his mouth several times to start to speak, but would close it shortly after trying to think of the best way to say what he had to say. Finally, he just decided to go for it. �She says that the reason why Jack is an improper test subject is because she�s already a test subject.� Jack�s eyes widened and her mouth went agape. �They came here because she is their test subject.� Hamilton did not seem too happy about that fact. �They claim her as their property and they want to take her back. Apparently she escaped them a few months ago and they have been looking for her ever since.� He stopped to glance at Jack who kept shaking her head repeatedly whispering �it�s not true�. Then, he turned to the General. �They must have captured her while she was in the jungle. She doesn�t seem to remember.�
That was the truth, Jack did not remember. The entire time that she was in the jungle was just a blur to her. The only part of the past six years she could remember clearly was in the beginning when she had first started to run. The rest were just blurred images and sounds. She had placed that as having gone crazy, because she believed that she had. Mix grief with panic and add a vast jungle with no human contact and you get a little bit of crazy. At least, that�s what she thought it was, but know she knew that she was wrong. It was nothing but years of repressed memories or so she hoped.
A smirk appeared on the General�s face. �You can tell them that I�m not going to give Jack to them. Their test subject or not, she�s my daughter and she�s staying.�
That would be the only time that Jack was happy that her father was in her life because his proclamation seemed to have an effect on the guests. The pair turned to each other and started to speak rapidly in their language to each other. What they were saying was lost on everyone but Hamilton, who had a huge smile on his face and it was growing wider with every second that went by. That made Jack have high hopes that she would not have to go with them. She would rather be stuck as a test subject with her father than with some complete alien strangers, who apparently were not strangers at all.
The guests� conversation ended abruptly and the female turned to Hamilton and spoke. When she was finished the pair stood up and they immediately exited the room. Hamilton conveyed to the others what they said. �They will be back in two weeks to negotiate with you some more.� Ashley was the one to ask why, the General not caring and Jack not wanting to know. �I don�t know. She didn�t say.�
The General dismissed all of them and Jack and Hamilton exited the room together. They walked together in a silence so deep that both felt it needed to be disturbed, but did not want to be the first one to break it. In the end, it was Jack that talked first, having so many questions that she needed the answers to and felt that Hamilton would be the only one to give her honest ones. �What did they do to me?� For a moment, Hamilton did not answer, and when he did it was just to say that she did not want to know the answer. Jack reeled on him, her face flushed from anger, and her heart pounding heavily in her chest. All she wanted was some fucking answers and she was going to get them whether he like it or not. �If I didn�t want to know the answer to the question, I wouldn�t have asked it in the first place. Now,� she poked her boney finger in his chest, �you�ll answer all the questions that I have this minute or I�ll shove my foot so far up your ass, you�ll be sucking on my toes.�
�Alright, alright, but can we at least go somewhere a little more private?� asked Hamilton as he glanced about him. Several people were walking in the corridor that they currently stood in, all looking at them as they walked by. Some had stopped to try and see if they could catch a smidge of what they were saying. Their attempts at eavesdropping were thwarted when Jack readily agreed to leave. She would have agreed to almost anything at that moment as long as she got the answers that she wanted.
Several twists and turns later, they found themselves in Jack�s room, her sitting on the bed and Hamilton pacing back and forth in the room as he told her all that he knew. He did not know specifically what they had done to her, but he did know what they had done to some others, all of whom were now long dead, most having died during the experimentation. What they were trying to do was see if it were possible to genetically change a human into something more like them. Since that was their main focus, he believed that was what they had done with Jack. �Why? Why humans?�
�I really don�t know the answer to that question,� admitted Hamilton. �I do know that you were their only success though. Why don�t you try to remember what happened, maybe they told you or something.� Hamilton decided that that was the best time to leave her and so he did.
Sighing heavily, Jack flopped back on her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. She tried to decide whether she wanted to remember or if she should just leave things the way they were. Did she really want to remember something that her mind deemed so horrible that it forced her to forget? No, she really did not. Having decided that, she sat up and proceeded to leave her room in search of Trunks. It was while she was walking down the many hallways that she realized that she had forgotten to ask Hamilton how he knew the guests language and why they had reacted to his presence the way they had. �Damn it,� she muttered to herself. Oh well, she would just ask him the next time that she saw him. Actually, she had plenty more to ask him the next time that she saw him. Since he knew so much about Trunks and the Guests, she planned to ask him everything he knew about them. Now that her fear had resided, Jack was very curious to find out more about the new races she had come into contact with thus far. She also wanted to know if there were other races that she did not know about. She did not doubt that there were. There were probably hundreds of thousands of races that they knew nothing of. Some of them might be hiding amongst them at that very moment. That thought made her giggle, thinking of Transformers. �Transformers, robots in disguise,� she sang and then burst into laughter.
After searching every room that she could think of that Trunks could be in, she finally found him in his own room, sitting cross legged on the floor. �Always in the last place I think to look,� she whispered to herself. As she walked into the room, she could hear water running from his bathroom and knew he planned on taking a bath soon. Trunks seemed to enjoy the privacy his own room offered and rarely ventured out of it unless he absolutely had to, which was more than he would like. He never seemed to mind Jack�s company and she thought that was because she was teaching him to speak English. Whatever the reason was, she was just happy that he had not decided to kill her.
B�rasch heard the female Jack sit down on the bed and turned to look at her. Was there to be another English lesson? If there was, he did not want one. He was in no mood to learn anything that day. Getting ready to inform the female Jack of such, she surprised him when she said, �No lesson today. I just wanted some friendly company that doesn�t want to perform experiments on me. I�m hoping that�s you,� she jested. The joke was lost on B�rasch and he gazed at her curiously. �Never mind,� she said shaking her head, a small smile on her lips.
The female Jack flopped herself on B�rasch�s bed and she sighed heavily. There was a lot on her mind, that much he could tell, and she did not want to talk about it, he could tell that as well. So, B�rasch left her alone. He stood and went to check on his water. Finding the tub was full, he turned off the water, as the female Jack had taught him, and then went into the room to check on her. She was already fast asleep on his bed. Deciding it was best B�rasch left her alone and took his bath.
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As soon as he had left Jack, Hamilton went outside. He needed some fresh air and wanted to get away from all the others around him. There was someone, he knew, that would be waiting for him outside so that they could speak. They probably have been waiting for him ever since the meeting had concluded. Hamilton really did not want to speak to the pair, but knew he really had no choice but to. Though they would not want to, he would be the only one that they could speak to.
Hamilton only had to wait several minutes before the pair appeared before him. They greeted him with terse nods and he gave them a small wave. Several seconds of a highly uncomfortable silence ensued. �What do you want?� Hamilton asked in their language, breaking the silence. It had been many years since he had last seen these pair. He had hoped he would never have to see his half brother and sister again.
Many years ago Hamilton, known as Anro then, was casted out by his people, they claiming that he was too human. He knew what that had meant. Though there were many half breeds, he was the only one that wanted to fight. The only one that could not stand their peaceful nature, because that was not in his nature. When asked why he fought, he told them that was what his instincts told him to do, that was what all their instincts told them to do. He did not consider himself exiled; he considered it a voluntary thing. He did not want to be there anymore than they wanted him there.
Their people, as they were no longer considered his people, were feline-like as the humans were ape-like. All of their pupils were shaped just like a cat�s and they were nocturnal. They could see during the day, but preferred to sleep during that time. Though their hands were human like, they had retractable nails, which were sharp enough to tear through human flesh like butter. They could hiss and growl, which is what their language was made of. Forming words was not hard for them, but they preferred their own language over any other. None of their teeth were flat like the humans, but all small and sharp. Their tongues had that sandpapery feel to them that cats have when they lick you. They were naturally stronger than humans and could leap to great heights and could even run long distances at a great speed, but sprints were their specialty. Strangely enough, they did not always land on their feet like their feline counterparts. They were more agile and graceful than humans, but landing on their feet was just something that did not come naturally for them.
Monro, their mother had wanted all her children�s names to rhyme, stared at his younger half brother in distaste. They never liked each other, and the feeling had grown over the years. �We thought you would bring the girl with you,� he answered, his catlike green eyes blazing with the hatred he felt for his brother. There was only one reason why Monro did not like his little brother and that was because he was half human. He felt that his mother had lowered herself for mating with a human and even made herself lower when she had a child because of it. Never would Monro be able to tell his mother his true feelings considering that her human mate was still alive and well from a few genetic alterations their mother had done to the man. She seemed to be the only one that could get her experiments to succeed as Jack was her project as well.
A guffaw left Hamilton. �You really thought I would help you.� Both his sister and brother looked to each other for a second and then back at him, and nodded their heads in unison. That made him burst into laughter which he continued with for the expanse of a minute. �Why would I give you someone that clearly does not want to go with you?�
Churo, his sister that he never had a problem with, spoke. �The girl is dangerous. The only reason why she had showed no signs of such is the device that we placed inside of her. The device makes her normal and is how we tracked her here. If it is tampered with, the outcome will not be favorable to those inside of that compound.� Seeing that her younger brother seemed not to care, she tried to explain just how dangerous Jack was. �She killed eight of our people during her escape. Six before we could turn the device on and two after it was.�
That sounded like Jack being Jack to Hamilton. �That had nothing to do with you. Jack is a survivalist. If she felt her life was being threatened, she would take out anything and everything that got in her way. Her sole instinct is to live. The only reason why she killed eight of your people was because she felt her life was threatened. I think that should teach you guys to choose your test subjects a little more wisely.�
�She stumbled upon us,� Monro hissed. �We had no choice!�
�Could have just killed her.� Both Churo and Monro looked at their brother wide eyed, horrified that he could say, much less think, of such a suggestion. �If you would have done that, you would not have had to reveal yourself to the humans and you would not have lost those eight men.� He knew it was useless to try and tell them that sometimes murder was a necessity. He could argue with him until the end of time and they would never change their minds. They were a people very set in their ways. A people that loved peace, but also loved to meddle in others lives. Their meddling nature is what got them in the situation that they were in. If they could just leave things the way they were, the General would not currently be trying to find a way to capture them and use them in his own set of experiments, much like he was doing with Trunks. Of course, Hamilton was not going to tell his siblings of such. It was their mess, and they could clean it up. Besides, according to them, he was no longer one of their people and they would not help him, so why should he help them?
Churo shook her head at Anro. �Little brother, you are very cruel.� She never blamed Anro for the way that he was. It was just in his nature as it was in the human nature. She had always thought it strange that he was so bloodthirsty considering that his father was the most docile human they had ever met. The man even refused to hurt an insect. That only made her believe that it must have skipped a generation.
Anro rolled his eyes at her. �I am only cruel when you have to be. I am finished with this conversation,� he told them, turning to enter the compound. �You better return home before you get yourselves captured here.� He reached for the door and opened it, ready to leave his siblings behind.
Before Anro could disappear behind the door, Churo stopped him. �Would you like us to tell Mother that you send her well wishes?�
A small chuckle came from Anro. It seems their mother never told his siblings that the two were still in contact. Well, it would be dangerous for her if word got out and Monro had a rather large mouth when he drank, something he did a lot of. The reason why Anro was currently playing Abraham Hamilton was because of their mother, Selest. She had been keeping track of Jack�s location since her �escape�. Selest had let Jack go after she had found out that the Council, the rule-makers of their people, was going to have the woman killed. It seemed that they truly did not want a human with their capabilities. The men Jack had killed were the ones the Council had sent to murder her. They just never realized what a capable killer Jack was, and when they did, it was too late. �Yes,� he answered still chuckling. �Tell her that I send her well wishes, and tell my father as well. I will see the both of you in two weeks.�
He reached out his hand to place it on the door handle when he heard an ear splitting shriek. Both Monro and Churo were still standing behind him, but both were now gazing about them to spot the creature that made such a noise. Knowing what it was, Anro rushed them inside. �What is it?!� Churo exclaimed as her brother roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her through the now open door. When he did not answer, she asked again. �Little brother, what is it?�
Before he answered his sister, Anro made sure that the door was tightly shut. The alarm had yet to go off in the compound, so he knew that the creatures had not yet made it to the fence line and tripped the sensors. �You know what they are,� he told her. Looking into her golden eyes, he knew that she knew. The fear that she was supposed to be feeling was there. Fear was a natural response to those creatures. The ones the humans called xenomorphs. His people just called them Black Deaths. �They haven�t reached the compound borders just yet, but they will be here soon. I have to warn Jack about them,� he said as he quickly walked away from his older siblings, leaving them to decide if they wanted to follow him or not. They had decided to follow.
�Why are you warning the female?� Monro questioned. It seemed silly to him to warn the human female when she would not know what to do. For all he knew, she might only go feral once again and kill all those around her. Monro had not spent much time with the female when she had been their test subject and did not know much about her. All he knew was that she had killed some of his people and was dangerous. He thanked the Gods for his mother placing that device inside of her. If it had not been for that, he knew that the female would have killed more.
�Despite what you think, Brother,� Anro nearly spat the word in his distaste for saying it, �Jack is not dangerous. Well, at least not to those she likes.� A devilish smirk appeared on his face when he glanced back at his Monro, who cringed at the site of it knowing his little brother was up to something that he was not going to like. Whenever Anro got that smile on his face, it always meant trouble for those around him, mostly his older brother.
When the trio was several feet from the Trunks� room, Jack had not been in her room and Trunks� room was the only other room Anro could think she would be in, the alarm went off. Anro quickened his step and his siblings followed suit. Reaching the door, he flung it open and spotted Jack sitting up on the bed, groggily looking about her. �What�s going on?� she asked Anro when her eyes landed on him.
Without answering her, Anro rushed into the room and grabbed her head, moving every which way searching for the tell tale signs of a scar. �Where is it?!� he hissed at his brother. Jack asked him what he was doing, but he just brushed her off as if she did not matter. At that moment, he did not have time to answer her questions. Maybe he would later, if they were still alive. First things first, he had to remove the device.
Monro was reluctant to tell his brother where the device was and kept silent. There was no way he was going to endanger himself by letting his brother take out the only thing that was controlling the woman. He knew that Churo would not tell Anro either, fearing the same thing that he did. Neither of them knew that he did not need to ask them, that all he had to do to get the answer he wanted was contact their mother. Anro just wanted to save time and had asked them in hopes that they would give up the location.
As he was reaching into one of his many pockets to grab the communication device his mother had given him he felt what he had been searching for. It was small and just behind her left ear. Replacing the communication device with his knife, he tilted her head to the side. Jack grabbed his wrist forcing him to stop. �What the fuck do you think you�re doing, Hamilton?!� she asked through gritted teeth.
�This would be so much easier if you were unconscious!� he shouted exasperated. �Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I need to do!�
Jack stood up and pushed him away from her. �Yeah, that�s really going to change my mind about letting you cut me!�
B�rasch took this time to exit the bathroom and step into his room. When he spotted the male Hamilton holding a knife in his hand, he growled and walked until he stood behind the female Jack, just in case the male decided that he wanted to attack the female. Lucky for him, the male threw his hands up into the air and shouted, �Fuck it!� and stormed out of the room, the other two following closely behind him.
As Hamilton was leaving, Ashley entered the room. �Jack,� he called softly to his sister. Her head snapped to him. �A large group of xenomorphs are attacking the compound. We are going to need your help if we are going to survive. His too,� he indicated to Trunks. �I have his weapons set out for him in my lab. Follow me,� he commanded as he turned around and left the room.
�My day just keeps getting better and better,� Jack muttered bitterly under her breath. She turned to Trunks. �Come on, big guy. Let�s go get you geared up.� She gestured for him to follow her out of the room and he did.
Minutes later, the three of them were in Ashley�s lab. Jack sat on the counter and Ashley stood on the floor next to her, both watching the being before them place his many weapons upon his person. He did it with such care that the pair watching him was fascinated by it. Jack had witnessed anyone who took their time getting their gear together. Most of the time, they were in a rush and even forgot essential items. But Trunks too his time, and even checked to make sure that he had everything before he gave them the nod that he was ready.
Smiling, Jack hopped off of the counter. �Now,� she turned to her brother, �what about me?� The way he looked at her told her that he was expecting her to go out empty handed. �You seriously expect me to go out and fight empty handed?�
�Actually, no,� Ashley said making Jack smile. The smile dropped at his next sentence. �You are next expected to fight at all. The General just wants you to clear the battleground of the wounded and dead. He�s afraid you would try something stupid,� he added.
�Mother fucker,� Jack mumbled.
�He is, isn�t he?� Ashley smiled. He pushed himself from the counter. �I will be out there as well, just as unarmed as you are. He wants me clearing bodies as well.� With that being said, Ashley started to leave the room. �Oh,� he said, stopping, �It�s going to very hectic out there. If you have the opportunity to escape, take it. The shocking mechanism has been deactivated, in case you were wondering.� He left the room then.
For a span of seconds, Jack did not know what to do. She wanted to shout for joy or even smile, but knew that would give away what her brother had done for her, resulting in getting him apprehended and punished in some way, or put to death. Their father liked to go for the extreme, so most likely Ashley would be sentenced to death. She may still be pissed at her brother, but that did not mean she wanted to see him dead. Maybe if she escaped, she could forgive him. Maybe. That was, if he was lucky.
Trunks placed his hand on her shoulder pulling her from his thoughts. She placed her hand on his forearm and gave it a little slap letting him know that she was just as ready as he was. With Jack in front, they walked out of the lab and made their way to what was designated the battleground. It took a bit of time seeing as Jack got lost, but found her way when she spotted a group of soldiers heading in one direction. She followed them and soon found her way to the door that Ashley was waiting for them at. The men she had been following quickly ran out and gunshots rang through the open door, and then muffled when the door swung shut.
�Ready?� Ashley asked Jack. The way she was bouncing up and down and staring at the door he knew she was, but felt he needed to ask so that he could give himself some time to prepare himself for what was about to happen.
�Yeah,� Jack nearly shouted. �Let�s go kill us some aliens.�
Ashley smiled down at his sister. �You know we won�t actually be doing any killing, right?�
�Shut up,� whined Jack. �I can dream, can�t I?�
�Dream all you want, just don�t do it out there. Don�t need you to get yourself killed just because you decided to start daydreaming out there.�
An indignant expression appeared on Jack�s face. �I never once daydreamed when I was in the middle of a battle.�
�No, but your mind does tend to wonder.�
Before Jack could retort to such an accusation, Trunks barked loudly at the pair of them. It seemed he wanted to be in heat of the action just as much as Jack did. �Fine, we�re going! Open the door, Ash.� Ashley did as he was told and flung the door open. The three stepped out of the door and were met with nothing but chaos. Men were shouting and screaming, explosions from grenades echoed all around, and the screeches of the creatures they were trying to annihilate sounded just as loud as the grenades going off. The only source of light the men had were the floodlights that were on the roof of the compound which blinded them more then helped them.
Just by glancing about her, Jack knew that they were fucked. There were more humans lying on the ground dead than there were of the xenomorphs. They had no hope. �Get the wounded out of the way,� she humped. �They�re all fucking dead.� Reaching down to the dead bodies at her feet, she started to scavenge any weapons that she could find. Might as well, they were not going to need them anymore and her job of clearing the dead was going to be useless, since the men were dropping like flies. When she glanced up around her to ensure that she was not going to get attacked, she noticed that Trunks had joined the fray. How badly she wanted to join him, but could not until she found a suitable weapon and that was proving to be a problem. The best thing that she had found was a single pistol, which she had to pry from the dead man�s fingers, with half a clip left. All the other bodies, it seemed, had been scavenged by the other men in hopes of surviving. She could not blame them; she would have and was doing the same.
With her newfound weapon in hand, she glanced about her once again, but that time it was to see where the live men were located. It was not hard to spot them. They were all gathered into a tightly formed circle, nearly surrounded by hissing and snarling black figures. Looking from the ground back to the group of men, she tried to calculate their numbers. From the looks of it, that was not all the men. At least, from what she remembered from her time in the mess hall, that it was not all of them. A large portion of the men were missing, and she wanted to place it on desertion, but knew that not to be true. The only other thing she could place the large number of missing men was that her father was up to something. He had some sort of plan that might get most of the men out alive. The old man always had some trick up his sleeve. And that trick always turned out to be a nasty one. The General always fought dirty when it came to wars, and what they were in now, he would consider a war. Jack knew that because she considered it a war.
A hand fell on her shoulder startling Jack out of her thoughts. She whipped around with her gun aimed at the perpetrator. Smiling, Ashley placed his hands into the in a gesture of surrender. �I told you not to start daydreaming.� He nearly laughed at her.
�I wasn�t!� Jack shouted at him. �I was just trying to figure out what the General had up his sleeve. A majority of the men aren�t out here, and I can�t spot him either. He has to have something planned.�
Ashley surveyed the scene just as his sister had been doing before he had distracted her. �Hmm, I think you�re right.� He turned back to her. �Whatever he had planned, I hope that he does it soon or else everyone will be dead. Hell that might be what he�s waiting for.�
Jack shook her head. �I don�t think so. If he wanted to let all of us die, he wouldn�t have sent Trunks out here with us.� Ashley did not think of that before and she could see it on his face. �Damn Ash, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,� she jested.
�Yeah, and you�re supposed to be the strong one,� he shot back pointing out the fact that she was still standing there talking to him instead of fighting like she wanted to do in the first place. Not wanting him to win the argument, Jack pointed out her simple weapon, the numerous bodies on the ground, and the creatures that she was supposed to be fighting. �You�ve always found a way to survive before, I�m sure you�ll be able to do the same now. Look,� he pointed to Trunks, �he doesn�t seem to be having any trouble.�
Turning around, Jack noticed that her brother was right. Trunks seemed to be having an easy time slicing through his enemies. If he had not had his mask on, Jack was sure she would be able to see that he was having a blast. �He was trained with all of those weapons,� Jack stated bluntly. Ashley told her that the pistol in her hand was a weapon she was trained with. �But it only has half a clip left! From what I�ve seen, it takes almost a whole clip to kill them!� Jack took a moment to stop and think. �Have you noticed that we�ve been arguing for like five minutes and nothing�s attacked us?�
Hamilton popped into the conversation. �That�s because I�ve been covering your asses, you fucking idiots!� he screamed at them.
Glancing around her, Jack noticed that there were three xenomorph corpses behind her back. She also took notice that Hamilton did not have a single weapon on him and the xenomorphs did not have any gun wounds or knife wounds. �How the fuck did you kill them?� she asked, amazed.
�With a stick of butter,� Hamilton answered sarcastically.
�Was it frozen?� inquired Jack as if she had seriously believed that he killed them with a stick of butter. Hamilton stared at her for a moment with his mouth agape. �I mean, it would have to be frozen to even hurt someone, wouldn�t it?� Ashley was trying his best to hold back his laughter, but some of it seeped through his lips.
In sheer shock or amazement, he did not know which, Hamilton stared at the two. �Can�t you take things seriously? People are dying around you?�
Jack sighed and Ashley ran his fingers through his dark hair. Neither of them looked ashamed for the way they had been acting and that struck Hamilton as weird, especially considering how Jack�s views on life. �Hamilton,� Jack started slowly, �you have to understand something about me and my brother. We have been around death and war all of our lives. Our father is the General, for fuck�s sake. Joking around during war is just our way of coping with things.� She smiled at the man. �Everyone has their way of coping with things, this is just ours. You�ll get used to it someday. That is, if you live long enough to.� Jack clamped him on the shoulder and smiled up at him.
�Humans are so strange,� Hamilton muttered under his breath as he was turning around. Jack caught what he said, but did not comment on it. Right then was not the time and place to question his heritage. There were things to kill and people to save. Besides, it seems everyone that was still alive had racked up a high body count so she had a lot of catching up to do. And that is what she planned to do.
�Alright, Ash, I have a lot of work to do, so stay out of my way.� It was not a request but a demand. Ashley knew that, and would do as she said.
When Jack was killing, it was best to keep out of her way or else you might end up on her body count as well. Jack was what some people would call a berserker. When she fought for her life, her mind would go completely blank and she would run off of pure instincts, killing any that got in her way. It was how she had earned her nickname, Deadhead. Some thought it was because she could hit her target dead in the head during target practice, but those that had fought next to her, and her father and brother, knew it was because her mind went completely blank as she was fighting. Some had been fearful that it might happen when she was just practicing as well, but their fears proved to be displaced. She was perfectly fine during practice, until her own blood was drawn, and then she went deadhead. There was only one incident when that happened and her sparring partner had luckily survived. It just took a few of the men to pull her off of him.
It may have been a mistake, and she knew it was dangerous, but Jack looked behind her anyways to make sure that her brother was out of the fray and safe from any harm that could befall him. When she turned back around, a xenomorph was standing before her, poised and ready to attack. Without wanting to, she screamed and fired at the creature. When the bullet ripped through its black flesh, it screeched at her and swung. Jack ducked her head, its claws nearly swiping it right off. With the xenomorphs momentum, missing her knocked it off balance and Jack got on one knee and emptied the rest of the clip into its torso. The bullets did not kill the creature, but incapacitated it momentarily. Before it could regain itself, Jack stomped her booted foot on its neck over and over again until she heard it snap. Before she walked away from it, she checked to make sure that its body was still and it was no longer breathing. It neither moved nor took breath, and she concluded that it was fine for her to move onto her next kill.
Now, all she needed to do was find another weapon and then she would be set. Head moving rapidly from side to side, she looked for the metallic glimmer that only a weapon would have. Spotting none, she cursed, but continued her search only glancing up every once in a while to check and make sure that none of the black creatures were going to sneak up behind her and attack her. On the last time that she glanced up from her search, she noticed that there were less xenomorphs and more humans. The General must have finally decided to put his plan into motion. She was glad for it. Less people were dying and more black bodies were starting to line the asphalted ground.
Seeing as she was no longer in immediate danger, she stopped her search for a weapon and started to search for Trunks. Her heart stopped dead when she spotted him surrounded by a sea of black. He was struggling to kill all the creatures that just kept coming and coming. A man ran by and Jack roughly grabbed him by the arm. �Aren�t you going to help him?!� she shouted at the male, her voice cracking.
The man shook his head. �The General ordered that no one help him. He wants to test his limits to the fullest.�
Jack�s hand flopped down to her side in shock and the man took his chance to run away. She did not know why she was so shocked; it was something she could expect from her father. But if he did not get help soon, Trunks was going to die. That was something that she could not happen and she searched for the one person that she knew would help him. �Hamilton!� she shouted as loud as she could when she could not physically see him. When he did not answer, Jack started a frantic search for a weapon. She did not care what kind of weapon it was, as long as it could kill. �Fuck it!� she exclaimed after coming out empty handed once again and ran toward the struggling male.
She made it about halfway when she was knocked to the ground by a running tackle. Seeing that it was only Mark, she started to struggle against him. �Let me go!� she screamed at him her face mashed into the ground. She tried everything in her power to get out of Mark�s grasp, but he only tightened his grip yelling at her that she would die if she tried to save Trunks. But if Trunks died, she would be dead as well. They would no longer have a reason to keep her around and would get rid of her the only way they saw fit. Death ensured that she could not speak of what she had seen.
Though she kept telling herself that the only reason why she wanted to save Trunks was because of that, in the back of her mind she knew it was something different. She had become attached to the big guy and it would break her heart to see him die. Another heartbreak was something she could not handle. There had already been too many in her life and another one would just send her over the edge.
A deafening roar echoed across the battleground and Jack adjusted herself so that she could see what had happened. What she saw made her wish that she never looked. Trunks was kneeling on the ground, a barbed tail in his chest. Jack screamed and struggled in Mark�s grasp even harder, desperate to get out of it. No matter how much she begged, screamed, and hurt him, Mark never relented. If she was not so desperate to get out, Jack would have commended Mark on his strength, but she was desperate, and she hated him for it.
From a distance, Hamilton saw what had happened. He looked about him in search of his brother and sister. Both were occupied with fighting for their lives and would not be able to stop him from doing what he was about to do. Quickly he ran to Jack, who was still struggling against Mark�s hold on her. The left side of her face was bloody as were her hands, caused by continuously scrapping them against the ground during her struggle. �Hold her still,� Hamilton ordered Mark when he was standing next to them.
Mark did as he was told and pressed more of his body weight against Jack. When he saw Hamilton unsheathe his knife, he nearly let the woman go in shock. �What the fuck are you going to do with that?!� he asked shouting. He was half tempted to let Jack go, but Hamilton stopped him with a glare as if he had known what he had been thinking.
Bending down, Hamilton moved Jack�s hair to the side, revealing a very slim and faint scar by her ear. Mark�s head tilted to the side in a curious manner and watched as Hamilton took his knife to the scar and with a precision only a surgeon had, cut along the line of the scar. When her flesh was open, Hamilton spread it even wider and put his forefinger and thumb inside of the wound and started to wriggle them around as if he were searching for something. �Got it,� Hamilton whispered under his breath and he retracted his fingers. Blood was dripping from his fingers, but Mark could clearly see that the man had something between them, and he did not want to know what it was.
With her adrenaline flowing, Jack had hardly felt Hamilton cut into her flesh. The only thing that had her attention was the fact that Trunks was still fighting, though blood was seeping profusely from the wound in his chest. She faintly heard Hamilton proclaim that he �got it�, whatever it was, she really did not care. She felt a small tug and then her head felt as if it were going to explode.
In the span of seconds, years worth of memories came flooding back. It was as if a dam had been opened up in her mind and she was left to be overwhelmed by the rushing memories overtaking her. She felt nauseous and was ready to vomit all that she had eaten that day. She pulled herself onto her hands and knees, never realizing that Mark had let her go until she had her mobility back.
When the stomach turning sensation was gone, she stood up. �Jack?� Hamilton called softly. �Are you alright?�
Jack did not hear him. All she could think about was the fact that she could now help Trunks. So, she rushed to do just that. Her body seemed to move of its own accord through the swarm of xenomorphs. It twisted, kicked, punched, and it killed. She never noticed when Hamilton started to help her, and she really did not care. The number of living bodies was dropping and the number of dead ones was growing. That was all that mattered to her at that moment. That and getting to Trunks. She was going to reach him no matter what happened to her.
When there was finally no longer any living xenomorphs, Jack rushed to Trunks aide. From the florescent green covered ground, she knew that he had lost a lot of blood. Too much blood. She needed to get him inside and to the medical wing as fast as she could. �Help me!� she pleaded to Hamilton, finally noticing that he was there. She had not needed to ask him, he had already been coming forward to help her with Trunks, who was panting heavily and trying hard to keep on his feet.
With Hamilton and Jack�s help, Trunks limped his way into the complex. As they walked forward, the surviving men cleared a path for them. Each of them had amazement, shock, and fear written all over their faces. None of them have ever witnessed such a spectacle before. Jack and Hamilton had shown a prowess that was inhuman and unnatural to them. Their fear is what drove them to clear a path for the trio, afraid that they would turn that unnatural strength on them if they did not move. Neither would have, not wanting to let go of the being between them in fear that they would not be able to get him back up if he fell to the ground.
Slowly they made it to the door and Ashley, the only one not frightened of the trio, opened it for them. He ushered them inside and then led them to the medical wing. Ashley knew that Hamilton knew where the medical wing was, but he wanted to ensure that they got there quickly and he knew a few shortcuts.
�Lay him on the table,� Ashley ordered the pair when they entered the medical wing. They struggled, but managed to get the large being onto the small silver table before them. �Now, get out,� he ordered the pair. Hamilton left but Jack refused to move and shot her brother a glare that dared him to force her out. He took the hint and just ordered her to stay out of the way, pointing to a chair in the far right corner for her to sit on. She did as she was told and sat in that chair and waited, all the while praying for a miracle.

Sorry for the long wait folks. I just had a lot on my plate for the past few weeks. I made this chapter extra long to try and make up for the long period between updating. It's actually the longest chapter I have ever written. I hope that you enjoyed this. You might notice a lot of mistakes, and I�m positive there are some. Sorry about that. I started to edit it, and then it was starting to get late and decided I�ll just come back to it. If you notice any major mistakes, please point them out to me. I�ll be sure to fix them as soon as I can.
bloodravyn Well, here was the chapter finally. Sorry for the long wait. Hoped you enjoyed it.
Death God Dist Glad that you enjoyed the last chapter so much you read it multiple times. I try to add humor into everything that I do. I don�t know why, I just like doing it. You got to meet the guests, hope you like them. They�re an alien species of my own making, and I have no idea what to call them. XD I�ll figure it out eventually. And thank you for leaving such long reviews. I appreciate you letting me know exactly how you felt about my chapters. As for the valuable asset thing, you�ll just have to wait and see for that one, because I�m evil and won�t tell you. :p
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