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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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Ginstar3
Glad you liked the last chapter. You have so many questions, yet, I didn't answer a single one of them this chapter. Sorry. They will be answered later on. Probably in the next chapter. Thank you so much for reviewing. Looking forward to hearing more from you.
Harbingerofd00m
I don't plan on making this story a tragedy. And all the evil things will make the ending much better. Besides, if I didn't have anything evil in this story, it would not be half as interesting as it is. At least, I don't think it would be. lol. Thank you for reviewing and I hope to hear more of your thoughts on my story.
speachestx
Glad you like it. I'll be sure to get more out as soon as I can. Love to hear some more from you. Thanks for the review. Greatly appreciate it.
My friend made a picture for me for the story. It's a inside joke that we have. For some reason, she likes to call Trunks "Trunks, the Mighty Pony Hunter". So, here's the link to that. http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll131/jumpxXfallxX/5-2.jpg
Glancing about the room, B�rasch looked at all the oomans that were piled in it. All of them were being loud and obnoxious, but B�rasch just ignored them, acting as if he did not understand what was being said. His gaze fell on the female Jack and her small hands were covering her ears trying to drown out all of the noise. The male Hamilton talked to her calmly, telling her to concentrate on one thing and the rest of the noise would seem less overwhelming. It looked as if the female were about to get sick. B�rasch understood what was happening to the female. Her heightened senses were new to her and the sounds, smell, and sights were all assaulting her at once. They were blending together into a mix that her mind was not used to just yet, confusing her, and making it hard for her to focus. The fact that she had very little sleep did not help her any. B�rasch took blame for her lack of sleep for the fact that he had been the one that she had been arguing with all night. It had taken the female Jack nearly an hour to realize that he was speaking to her in her ooman language. Once she had realized it, she started to ask him questions, and then he ordered her to bed, which did not go over very well. All in all, their night had been spent arguing over things that really did not matter.
�Jack,� the male Hamilton called to the female softly, �just concentrate on my voice. That�s all you have to do, just concentrate solely on what I�m saying.� The male�s voice was calm and soothing, trying to help the female Jack to the best of his abilities. But no matter what he said, she would not listen to him. She just repeatedly told him to �shut up�. �Look, I�m just trying to help you,� the male told her still in that calm tone. B�rasch knew if it were him in that position, he would have already lost his patience and snapped at the female. The male Hamilton keeping a level head was a good thing. The female Jack only met anger with anger, though it seemed that she was starting to get annoyed with the male and was ready to snap at any moment. �Just concentrate on something other than the noise then. It doesn�t have to be me, but something. Just one thing and nothing else.� Almost pleadingly, the male Hamilton looked to B�rasch having run out of ideas to catch Jack�s attention.
B�rasch sighed, knowing there was one thing that he could do that might catch the female�s attention, but he really did not want to do it. But he did so anyways, to return the favor of the female helping him. When the female Jack heard the low purr that B�rasch was releasing, she slowly removed her hands from her ears. A small smile appeared on her face and she leaned toward him, resting her head on his right arm. �You sound like a rusty motor,� she proclaimed, closing her eyes and listening to nothing but the sound the yautja was emitting. The male Hamilton sighed a �thank you� and ran his hand along his head.
As Hamilton had told her, Jack focused on nothing but the rusty motor that filled her ears. All other sounds were quickly drowned out and she started to feel a little less queasy. Suddenly, the purring stopped and all the noises came rushing back at her at once. They were a little less overwhelming now that she knew she could concentrate on one thing at a time. Jack glanced up at Trunks and noticed that he was looking to the right. His body was tense letting her know that trouble was afoot. Following his gaze, she saw the reasoning for his tense form. Anthony had just entered the mess hall, the new guys following closely behind him. He looked to the pair and Jack sent him her deepest scowl. The unnatural male just turned his head as if the look had no effect on him whatsoever. Jack watched the male as he made his way to the line for food and noticed something off (more off than usual). �His arm doesn�t have a bandage on it,� she whispered to herself. Hamilton followed Jack�s gaze and saw that what she was talking about. He had heard about the ordeal that had happened on the surface and understood what Jack was getting at. Trunks had broken Anthony�s wrist, yet the there was no cast or even a bandage on it. The way the male was using it, it was as if it were not broken at all. �It seems my mother has a dirty little secret.�
�Apparently, she does,� confirmed Hamilton. He turned back to Jack. �What do you plan on doing about that?� he asked her, head tilted to the side slightly.
Jack shrugged her shoulders and answered, �I guess I�m not going to do anything about it. Everyone is entitled to have their little secrets, including my mother.� Finally finding the ability to concentrate on the conversation that was at hand and not all of the ones surrounding her (she silently thanked Trunks for that), the tension seemed to leave Jack and she could finally relax. �Besides,� she started, �I�m sure that if I enlighten everyone about the fact that what�s his name is manufactured, he would either be killed or used for experiments. I�m sure my mother and him would prefer it if I kept my mouth shut.�
Hamilton shook his head. �Jack,� he leaned toward her and looked her dead in the eyes, �if you tell your father what that guy is, then you won�t be experimented on, and you know that�s what�s going to happen to you. Better him than you. Hell, your father could just ask your mother how she did it and then neither of you would have to be experimented on.� A small knowing smile formed on Jack�s face, making Hamilton feel as if he were a child again. His mother used to smile at him when he had asked the normal questions a toddler would ask. �What?� he hissed upset that Jack�s smile had taken him a trip down memory lane.
�It doesn�t work like that,� Jack said still smiling at Hamilton�s naivety. �My father�s going to have the scientist run their little experiments no matter what, and I�m going to be the test subject. It�s my father�s way of establishing control over me since he feels like he no longer has it.� A loud snort came from Jack. �Like he ever had it in the first place.�
While the female Jack and the male Hamilton were speaking to each other, B�rasch took the time to study the unnatural male that he had met the day before. All of the male�s movements were deliberately slow, as if he was forcing himself to move in speed with the oomans around him. There were slight movements to the male�s head as he tried to listen to all the sounds around him and pinpointed the ones that interested him most. He never said a single word nor did his facial expression change. The male seemed completely uninterested in anything that was happening around him. It was as if he were just going through the normal motions, trying to play ooman. B�rasch really did not like that male. He liked the male even less now that he was walking to their table.
A low rumble warned Jack that someone Trunks did not like was heading for their table. With a sniff of the air and a turn of her head, she realized who it was. It was very tempting to send the man her own growl of dislike, but she was not allowed to do that, she had to play nice for her mother. Her mother might not have asked her to be nice to her bodyguard, but she was sure that the woman would like that. It would also be better for the work environment if she attempted to get along with everyone, but she had a feeling it was not going to work out between her and a few of the new guys. They were just too loud and obnoxious and no one seemed to like them.
Anthony made it to their table and seated himself next to Hamilton. �I�m sorry,� he started blandly, �there are no other empty seats and I would prefer if I didn�t have to sit with those jackasses,� he indicated with his head to the new men. There was not even a hint of a smile on his face, the corners of his mouth did not even twitch and his voice gave nothing away. It was just the same monotonous tone he started off with. The man was becoming more and more unnerving to Jack.
�That�s understandable,� Hamilton stated seemingly unbothered by the other male�s lack of emotion. Taking a glance at Trunks he saw how hard he was staring at the other male and gestured to Jack. She took the hint, placed her hands on Trunks� forearm, and implored him with her eyes to try and get along with the other male, at least for a little bit. He seemed to understand what she wanted and Trunks ceased his low growl and his attempt to stare the man down. �So, what�s you name?� Hamilton asked, trying to start a pleasant conversation, or what he hoped would be a pleasant conversation. Anthony informed him of their named but never gave his surname. �Got a last name.�
�No,� the male answered plainly.
Jack fought off a shiver. It seemed no matter what happened or what was said, Anthony was not going to change his tone to implicate how he felt. Wanting to get some kind of change in him, Jack decided to try some other questions she thought might help with that. Out of all the questions she asked, ranging from the subject of the weather to his family, the only question that gave the implication that he felt anything at all was when she asked him how he got the job of being her mother�s bodyguard. It was only for a brief moment, but his eyes had hardened. If Jack had been her normal human self, she would have not seen the quick change, but her eyes saw things much better now and her mind processed what they saw a little quicker. For the first time since she saved Trunks, she was glad of her newfound abilities.
In the distance, Jack heard one of the men talking about her. He may have not said her name, but she knew it was her that he was speaking of, considering she was the only female in the entire mess hall and he was saying �that chick over there�. Judging by the fact that he was talking about her, Jack figured it was one of the new guys (No one else in their right mind would talk about her with her in the room.). She found herself focusing in on that conversation instead of the one that was taking place at her own table. Curiosity of what was being said about her drove her to do so, and wanting to practice honing her heightened hearing. As soon as she was able to catch what they were saying, she was no longer sure that she wanted to be listening to it at all. All they were talking about was the �things� they wanted to do to her. Put her in her proper place, which they all agreed was beneath one of them. �How bad do you think we need the new guys?� Jack asked Hamilton without looking at him, she just kept staring at the new men who were the far left corner of the room. Hamilton just shrugged his shoulders not knowing how to answer. Jack quickly skimmed the room looking for someone that would know the answer she was seeking, and she finally found him. �Hey, Mark!� shouted Jack across the room. Mark tore his gaze from his food and faced Jack. �How bad do we need the new guys!�
A smile tore across Mark�s face. He guessed the men had said something about Jack that she did not like. Just that morning, when he had given the men a tour of the facility, he had warned them to keep their distance from Jack and not to say anything about her while she was in the same room. No, he did not know about her heightened hearing, but Jack had always had an innate ability to know when someone was talking about her, especially if they were in the same room with her. It just made things easier if you did not talk about her at all. Somehow it always got back to her and the end result was not pretty. But, considering who it was, Mark decided it was fine with him if Jack taught the men a lesson and so, he answered, �Don�t hurt them too bad. We need them to do their duty.�
Since both Jack and Mark had been shouting, it was clear to everyone what was going to happen, including the men they had been speaking of. The nine men�s eyes shifted back and forth to each other. Some of them had smiles on their faces while others seemed a little unnerved of the fact that Jack heard what had been said about her. It was those few that decided she was not worth messing with, and decided to quickly finish their food and leave as soon as they could. Sadly for them, Jack was already heading to their table.
Before she had even gotten to the table, Jack decided that she was just going to intimidate the men. Just show her superior strength and then be on her way. That was the best possible course for her to take. All she would have to do was lift one of the men off of their feet and that would show them that they could do no harm to her. This was the best course she could take so that none of them could get hurt. But by the time she got there, it was evident that some of them were looking for a fight and there would be no dissuading them no matter how much physical strength she showed off.
�Okay,� she began once she reached the table, �let�s just do this.� When none of them made a move Jack gave an exaggerated sigh. �Come on, boys, don�t get shy on me now. It�s just a little fight between all of you and me.� Still none of them made a move. �Really?� Jack took a quick glance around the table, making to get meet each and everyone of the men�s eyes. �Now, this is just pathetic. None of you have balls enough to fight me. I mean, come on! I�m just a girl. I�m sure if all of you worked together you might be able to take me down.� She was hoping taunting them would get a rise out of at least one of them, but it seemed to not have worked either.
Across the room, Mark had joined the table along with Hamilton and Trunks having a feeling that Hamilton might be able to hear what was going on since Jack was not speaking very loudly. Mark had guessed that the other male could hear by the smirk that had appeared on Hamilton�s face. �What�s going on?� Mark asked the other male in a low tone. A fight was brewing and everyone in the room knew that. They were all trying to keep as quiet as possible, but it was still difficult for anyone to hear what she was saying to them.
�Nothing much,� replied Hamilton. �One of the men just asked her to sit down with them. Called her �baby�,� he added.
Mark winced. Jacob had made the mistake of calling Jack baby once, and it had only taken him the one time to find out that she really did not like to be called that. Jack did not find that as a term of endearment, she took it as an insult. A baby, Jack had explained slowly to her brother, was a creature that could not defend themselves and had to rely on someone to take care of them. Jack was not a baby and needed no one to take care of her and did not like implied that when she was called baby, that was exactly what someone meant. For calling her baby, Jack had only verbally assaulted Jacob, but Mark knew that the man who had just made that mistake would not get off so lucky. She had no feelings for the man that had just made the biggest error of his life.
Both males turned in time to see Jack punch the male in the face. The male ended up on the floor, not unconscious but definitely feeling dizzy. One of the other males, ebony colored skin, got out of his chair to help his friend to his feet while another, olive toned skin, decided to try and sneak behind Jack. That did not work out so well for him and he ended up with an elbow in his midsection and Jack quickly turned around and kneed the man in the face. Another man had gotten from his chair, this one as pale as a ghost, and actually landed a blow on her face. Jack was unfazed by the hit while the other man was cradling his hand against his chest. �My people have very strong bone structures. They�re very dense,� he explained to Mark. �Since my mother made Jack like a hybrid,� he had to pause on the word hybrid, having almost said �half-breed� instead, �she had inherited that trait.� So that Mark could understand exactly how strong her bone structure, Hamilton explained that hitting her was close to the same as hitting a brick wall. Mark released a low whistle. �Indeed,� was Hamilton�s reply.
With her head tilted to the side, Jack gazed upon the man that had actually gotten a hit off of her. Of course, she had knew he was coming, but decided against protecting herself since something told her that it would do him more damage that it would her. That something that had told Jack that she would be fine was just a short piece of her memory coming back. Seleste had explained the Arathian bone density to Jack soon after she had changed her. It was just a small piece of memory that had returned, but it had left just as quickly as it had come. There were other things on Jack�s mind, and they were more important than her memory at the moment.
Two quick steps and Jack was in front of the man that was currently cradling a broken hand. The other men seemed to have given up their assault as soon as they had seen that their hits were not going to effect her, and they did not have any weapons on them. As soon as Jack had reached the man, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to where his face was level with hers. �Care to try that again?� she asked the male in a mocking tone. He did not make a movement nor did he speak a word, just avoided her gaze so that he could look at his broken hand. Jack scoffed and walked off while instructing his friends to get him some medical attention.
When she reached the table, Mark was still sitting next to Hamilton. He smiled at her and inquired on how she now felt. �Better,� she glanced back at the now retreating males. �Much better.�
An hour later and Jack found herself in her new room laying on the bed. Trunks was next to her, staring up at the ceiling, and taking up most of the room. Jack was okay with the fact that she only had enough space for her to lay down, she was just happy that he was not tearing up the room again. So many clothes (now all picked up and put in their proper places), and she had no idea where she had gotten them all. All of her things had been blown up along with the entire town she had been residing in so, there was no chance of them having coming from there. That meant the only way that they could have gotten the clothes was at some store. But why did that matter so much to Jack? She had no idea, but it just seemed like an awkward situation for some male Marines to go clothes shopping in the women�s department. Considering that the clothes were all different sizes, she was sure that made it even more awkward from them.
An imagine of the men searching the ladies section for clothes appeared in Jack�s mind and she burst into laughter. The laughter grew to new proportions when her imagination got the best of her and she started to picture the men comparing the clothes that they had in hand. Trunks was gazing at her, clicking in curiosity as Jack�s fit of laughter continued. By the time the fit was over, she was gasping for breath and holding her sides. There were tears in her eyes and she wiped them away. �So,� Jack began while rolling over to face Trunks, �now that you can speak English, I finally get to ask you all the questions that I have been wanting to ask you.� Trunks gave a little grunt and Jack took that as a sign of permission to ask all the questions that she wanted. �First off, what�s your name?�
B�rasch told the female his name and she repeated it several times until she had gotten it right. The female Jack kept asking him questions about his life, his beliefs, and his home. These questions he skillfully evaded by playing that he still did not fully understand her. She would glare at him every time that he faked not understanding her, knowing that he was faking somehow, but never trying to force him to answer her. Instead, she would just move onto the next question and see if he would answer that one. The process was repeated several times before the female actually gave up when she realized that he was not going to answer most of her questions.
Grumbling, Jack rolled over upset that she had gotten absolutely no information from Trunks. The only thing that she had learned about him was his name. B�rasch. It did not exactly roll off the tongue easily for her, but she had found a way to manage. Jack was sure that she was actually butchering his name, but he did not seem to mind and he had not corrected her so, she could not have been doing that badly. Well, at least she had learned one thing about him. It was better than nothing, which is what she had started out with. Then, another question popped in her head that she had not thought to ask. Jack did not know if Trunks (she was going to continue calling him that whether he liked it or not) would answer this one or just avoid it as he did with the others. �Who was that other one in the woods?� she still had her back to him. �You know, the one like you?�
�My brother,� answered B�rasch. He had decided that it was safe to answer that question. The answer had gained the full attention of the female Jack and she rolled over to face him. Form his time with the oomans, B�rasch discerned that the expression on the female�s face was amazement. Why would the female Jack look at him that way? Why was it so hard for her to believe that Mar�tak was his brother? �Why do you look at me in such a way?� B�rasch finally asked.
�Um, well,� how could she put this? What was the easiest way to tell him that years ago his brother tried to kill her and she had wounded him in self defense? It was not easy to do, but she did it. Jack did not know what to expect from Trunks, but she had not expected the response that she had gotten. He was laughing. A gravely sound that came from deep within his chest.
So, that was the reasoning behind Mar�tak�s reaction to the female when he had spotted her while they were out hunting. She was the ooman female that he had not only escaped him, but had injured him as well. Mar�tak had been fuming about the whole ordeal ever since he had come back from that particular hunt. Ridicule had come his way since that day and he had wanted to find the female since. He would have killed the female if it were not for B�rasch stopping him.
Jack wanted to ask Trunks what he found so funny about the situation, but never got a chance to. Before she could, the door to the room burst open and Ashley was standing in its wake, panting heavily as if he had been running. As the door was opening, Jack had gotten to her feet instinctively and was prepared to defend herself. When she realized it was just her brother, she relaxed. She scowled and asked him rather haughtily why he had entered her room in such a manner. A wide grin appeared on his face and he told her, �It�s snowing outside.�
Shoving Ashley out of the way, Jack ran out of the room and outside as quickly as she could. In a matter of minutes, she was outside and standing in the cold. White flecks of snow descended from the sky slowly, and a smile appeared on Jack�s face. She loved the snow. Winter was her favorite time of the year just for the fact that it brought snow. The cold she could do without since she disliked having to wear so many clothes, but it was a small price to pay for the beauty that she was currently witnessing, and she was not the only one outside. It seemed that all the men had decided to step outside to see the first snow fall of the season. Later, they would be reprimanded for their actions, but no one cared at the moment. It was just nice being outside and not indoors breathing the quickly turning stale air. Punishment was the least of the men�s worries at that moment.
Trunks was soon as Jack�s side, staring curiously at the falling white flakes. �What? Never seen snow before?� inquired Jack. Trunks vigorously shook his head in response. A scowl was on his face making it apparently that he really did not like the cold wet snowflakes that were landing on his body and around his feet. The large male�s reaction only made Jack laugh quietly to herself. �It�ll take some time to get used to it, but you�ll start liking it soon enough.� Well, at least she hoped that he would. Jack could not fathom living in a world without snow. It would just be disastrous having the same weather all year round. That just wasn�t her. She needed the change in weather, it would just be boring without it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jack spotted movement along the tree line of the woods bordering the complex. Tilting her head to the side, she decided to see exactly what it was. That was not the smartest decision she had ever made, but she was curious by nature. No one seemed to notice her as she walked off toward the woods, they were all enthralled with the fact that they were actually outside. Jokes were being thrown everyway and laughter bellowed all around. None of that was going noticed by Jack. She was too interested to see what was in the woods. Not the smartest thing she had ever done, but, for some reason, she could not stop herself. She just had to find out what was walking about in the woods.
There seemed to be a stillness in the woods. Everything was quiet and there was not even a hint of movement. The snow seemed to fall less in there, though the trees had lost their leaves long ago. The trees were so tightly packed together it was hard to move without stepping on a dead twig. Going quietly was not an option, but Jack was trying to manage it, so as not to scare off whatever it was that she had attracted her to the place. She was deep in the woods when she finally decided to stop. Listening for any sounds of movement and hearing nothing, Jack just shrugged her shoulders, turned around, and started to walk off. Nothing was there. Her eyes must have been playing a trick on her, Jack decided.
Then there was from behind her and Jack froze. Something was behind her, and she realized the situation that she had placed herself in. She was alone and in the middle of the woods, most likely far enough from the compound that no one would hear her scream if she needed help (something she hoped she did not need).
The sound of breathing pierced Jack�s ears and whatever was behind her was making its presence known. Feeling the heat from its body radiating off of it, Jack closed her eyes and prepared herself for whatever it was that was coming.
I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I don't really know how I feel about it. Feel like it got a little Blah at the end. Well, just let me know what you guys thought. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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