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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
Disclaimer: I don't own Predator or anything associated with it. I don't make money off of this and never would ask for any. This is simply for enjoyment.

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cricket I'm glad that you're enjoying the story so far and thank you very much for the review.
ginstar3 I do have a snowball fight planned. Just not for this chapter. That will be a little later. Thanks for the review and I was wondering what happened to your story?
Harbingerofd00m lol. I'm glad that you enjoy my story. Don't worry about the addiction. I just lace my stories with crack is all. You should be fine... eventually. XD
Anon I do plan on having more Jack and B'rasch alone time. Just not going to happen in this chapter. I had to get something else out of the way first. From here on out, they should get plenty of time together.
As always, thanks for all the reviews. I hope to be hearing more from you guys. I appreciate any and all feedback. Good or bad. SO, just let me know what you think about the chapter and sorry for the delay on it. Hope to be getting chapters out a lot faster now. (I know I'm horrible. I say that every time and it never happens. Sorry.)

The snow was falling slowly from the skies and landing gently on the ground. Through the thick of the trees, hardly any snow got through, but there was enough to cover some of the ground. Only areas around the base of the trees was void of any snow, but soon, that would no longer be true. The snow was slowly falling heavier and its speed was increasing. A storm was coming. It was only a matter of time before it was there, but no one could tell when that would be. Minutes, hours, possibly even days (if only they were so lucky). With the weather it was always hard to tell. Hell, the storm could always just pass on by. That was the problem with weather, it was just too unpredictable.
But the weather was not on the mind of the men that were traversing rather loudly through the forest. What was on their mind was Jack. The General�s daughter and test subject that had been missing for several hours now, since the snow had first started. The search had been a hard one since the tracking device implanted in the back of her neck had somehow stopped working. All they knew was the location of the last place that she had been in. With how much time had passed since then, she could have been anywhere in the forest, possibly even out of it. The General had told the search party to stay in the forest since he did not believe that Jack would leave the premises without Trunks. Others had disagreed with him, but none had stated such aloud. So, there they were, a group of ten men, out in the woods, searching for a woman they were sure was long gone by now.
Orders were orders and Vegas planned on following them no matter what he personally felt about the situation. Unlike the General, he knew nothing about Jack so, it was best that he did not argue with the man about his own daughter. If the General said that Jack would not leave Trunks behind, then that must be true. So, into the woods he had gone in search of a woman he had only come into contact with once, back when she and Trunks had first entered the complex. He would say that he could not remember what she looked like, but that would be false. Jack�s image had been burned in his mind ever since he had seen her fight off those xeno-thingys (he really did not know what the scientists called them).
Deeper and deeper into the woods Vegas traversed, never once turning around. If he would have, he would have realized that he had left the group. He was alone and did not even know it. Too into the task that he had been given to even care. Finding Jack was all that mattered. The sooner he did that, the sooner he could go back into the complex. It was damn cold outside, and Vegas did not like the cold. Just as his nickname suggested, he was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. Warmth is what he was used to and that was what he wanted, to be warm again. Damn snow. He hated it.
While he was mentally cursing the snow, Vegas found Jack. Her body had been almost immersed in snow and he had tripped over her, not watching where he was going. Instead of getting to his feet, Vegas crawled to the woman, forsaking his rifle that still lay in the snow. Once he reached her and looked at her, he visibly cringed. There were deep gashes all over the parts of her body that he could see. Her left eye was swollen and there was a cut on her forehead that was just oozing blood. Dark red snow surrounded her body and he could see a potentially fatal wound on her stomach. It appeared that she was breathing, but he checked her pulse just to make sure. It was faint and he could barely feel it, but it was there and she was alive. A sigh of relief left him.
Vegas got on the walkie-talkie and informed everyone that he had found Jack. The man on the receiving end asked Vegas where he was located, and he told them that he really did not know. �That�s fine,� the male voice told him. �We�ll find you. Just stay where you are.�
�No, I�m just going to keep wondering the woods aimlessly until I freeze to death,� Vegas muttered to himself as he put his walkie-talkie away. Stretching his body, he grabbed his weapon and then got to his feet. Whoever had attacked Jack could possibly still be lurking around and he was not going to be caught off guard as he was just moments ago. Nope, he was going to be alert and ready for any attack that might come. And he was ready, until he spotted florescent green blood on the ground. It was just a few drops, but enough to catch his curiosity and he searched the ground to see if there was anymore. Even from his spot, he could see that there was a little trail of it and had the urge to follow it, but thought better of it. If he left Jack, he would get into serious trouble, and that was something that he did not want. So far, he had done a great job at flying under the General�s radar and he would like to keep it that way.
A little while later, and the rest of the search team showed up and set up a perimeter around Jack, making sure that she was guarded at every possible angle. Now, all they had to do was wait for the medics to show up and take Jack away. They, of course, would have to follow them all the way back to the complex just in case, but after that, they were free to go back to their original chores, which was mainly making sure that no fights broke out among each other, which seemed to happen no matter what anyone did. It just happens when you get too many males together and force them to be in the same place for months at a time.
Some of the men started to get restless while waiting for the medics to show up, and they started to move about, trying to find something to do, even if was just moving their feet from one place to the other. Others were starting to get cold and tried to find a way to warm themselves up, which the best way they saw to do that was to move. It was then that one of the others discovered the blood trail as well and commented on it, asking if they should follow it. �No,� Vegas answered. �We have to wait until the medics show up and get her,� he indicated to Jack with a nod of his head, �out of here. Once we�re back at the complex, we can inform the General of our finding and he can decide what we should do then.�
�That sounds like a very good plan,� the General said as he reached the men, the medics right behind him followed by another group of soldiers, �but let�s skip one step and you guys go ahead and follow that trail.� He took a moment to look down at Jack, but there was nothing on his face. Even his voice betrayed no emotion as he ordered the medics to quickly get Jack back to the complex. It was only when the General looked up into Vegas� eyes that Vegas knew the man was upset. They were pained, but that quickly passed as they hardened. �I want you to find whoever or whatever did this to my daughter and capture them. Do not kill unless you find it absolutely necessary to do so.� With that being said, the General turned and headed back to the complex behind the medics that were carrying a unconscious Jack between them on a stretcher.
As soon as the man was gone, all turned eyes to Vegas to see what they�re next move was. It had been made clear to them all that Vegas was the one in charge since the General had told him to find Jack�s attacker. �Well,� he began, uncomfortable of the fact everyone was staring at him, �you heard the man. Let�s follow that blood trail.�
Why does he want us to capture her attacker instead of kill him? Vegas asked himself. It would be easier to kill the attacker instead of capturing. No one amongst the group had a weapon that fired tranquilizers, which meant that they would have to use their hands to make sure that they did not mortally injure the man (if it was a man), in question. Vegas did not like the idea of capture, he wanted to kill. Killing was just so much easier.
Tracking was not a strong suit of Vegas�. Following a blood trail, staying alert for any possible attack, looking for any other sign of the attacker, and on top of that issuing orders to men that were probably of higher rank than him was just something the man was incapable of doing. Multi-tasking had never been an ability of his and was something he had never wanted to learn to do. But now, he was being forced to learn how, and it was not coming easy for him. Already he wanted to give up but knew that if he turned up back to the complex empty handed, the General would not be happy, and when that man was not happy, he let you know it. �So much for flying under the radar,� Vegas muttered to himself. Well, he knew one day or another the General would finally notice him, better that day than any other, he guessed.
Glancing around him, Vegas checked on the men. They were all in perfect order. Everyone was alert and ready. They were spaced perfectly, not too close so that they could not move if need be, but not too far apart that they could not help each other if the need should arise. It seemed that they really did not need any direction as to what to do. That made Vegas wonder why he was there in the first place. Why couldn�t he have just gone back to the complex just like the General had done? He would not be freezing his balls off right at that moment if he had. No, he would have been sitting in a nice warm building and not out in the woods, tromping through snow, searching for something or someone that had attacked the General�s daughter. But that was where he was and he just had to deal with it.
Now knowing that the men could take care of themselves, Vegas glanced down at the ground to make sure that they were still on track. With the heavy snow that had fallen, it was starting to get harder and harder to see the blood. Vegas understood that the fresh snow would have covered the ground, but what he did not understand was why he saw blood in the first place. Jack had almost been completely covered in snow, meaning she had been in the same spot for a while. He had not seen her blood until he had brushed the snow off of her and had unintentionally moved the snow from around her body (tripping over her and scrambling about did that for him).
Vegas stopped dead in the middle of the woods. That meant that the creature had been there, watching them all. At least, it had to be there until Jack was found. It could have finished Jack off then, if it had wanted to. It could have killed them all. But why didn�t it? Why had it waited until the woman had been found and then started to move? Had it even attacked the woman in the first place? Of course, Vegas did not know the answer to any of those questions, and he suddenly did not want to know the answers. He wanted to be back at the compound where it was safe, where he would be alive. This situation was not a good one and one he no longer wanted to be in. Screw the General�s wrath, he would rather face that than what he was going to face or, what he thought he was going to face.
One of the men asked him what was wrong and Vegas turned to him and answered, �What if it wasn�t what we think it is that attacked Jack? What if it was something else completely?� The man asked what he meant. �Well,� sighed Vegas, �we�ve been following a blood trail. When I found Jack, she was partially covered in snow which meant she had been there a while.�
The man�s dark brown eyes lit up in realization when he finally understood what Vegas was trying to say. �That means that that thing was there when you found her. If it had been the one to attack her, it would have had plenty of time to finish her off.� The man scratched shaved head in aggravation. �If it didn�t attack her then why the hell are we tracking it?!� His voice nearly carried across the forest it was so loud.
�Because the General wants a new specimen,� another man added in. �Trunks has been contaminated. You all saw his blood when that guy cut him. It was black. He�s no longer a clean specimen and the General needs to replace him.�
�Fuck!� one more man added in. He was there the night that they had caught Trunks. The man who had gotten his nose broken by Jack, in fact. �It was hard enough catching that one and he had been caught off guard! This one will be ready for us.�
That was it. They were royally fucked, Vegas decided. It was time for them to just turn around and go back. That would be the best thing that they could do. Not only would it ensure their survival, but, well, that was it. They would be alive and that was all that mattered to Vegas now. He gave the order to head back to the complex and no one protested. They were all prepared to face the consequences when they faced the General. Being alive and punished was much better than being dead and rotting in the ground.
Almost in perfect union the men turned around and started to head back to the complex. Just several steps into the retreat and the snow started to fall heavier. Visibility had been greatly reduced and the men started to gather together close so that they could not lose each other. They started to gather so close together that Vegas could feel the heat of the men on either side of them. He did not like it, if an attack would come from behind it would be rather difficult for any of them to turn and defend themselves, but it was something that they had to so that all could be in view. It was a small sacrifice to pay so that no one would get lost in the woods. If everyone made it back to the complex Vegas would consider it a successful mission though the General would not. That man did not look kindly on failure, but at that moment, Vegas could give a shit less what the man did or did not like.
Someone or something was watching them as they retreated. Vegas could feel eyes burning a hole in the back of his head and still could though some time had passed and he was currently standing in the General�s office, trying to explain to the man the reason why they had returned empty handed. From the expression on the General�s face, Vegas could not tell if the man was upset or not. He was pretty sure he was not, but it was hard to tell with the General. That man was really good at keeping his face straight. Mark was in the room as well, and occasionally Vegas would glance at the man to see what the mood of the room was, but Mark was good at keeping his face straight as well. Not even his eyes told Vegas anything. Both of them just stared at Vegas with dead eyes waiting for him to finish. When he had finished, the General was the first to speak. �So, you felt that retreating was the best course of action?�
Vegas nodded. �Yes, sir, I did.� He felt that he needed to explain himself further. �Taking into account how difficult it had been to capture Trunks, even with the element of surprise. Trying to capture another of his species who was aware of our presence would be considerably more difficult. I believed it would have ended in the loss of life and, considering how few men we have, I concluded that a retreat was the best course we could take.� Standing straighter and lifting his chin slightly, Vegas decided to give the General a little jab. �Besides, our orders were to capture the one that had attacked Jack, and that creature did not attack her.�
The General�s gray eyebrows rose high on his forehead. �What makes you believe that?� he asked the young man in front of him. The General was very curious to see why the young man in front of him would end the search for a potential specimen.
Sighing, Vegas deliberated on where he should begin. So, he started at the beginning, from when he found Jack. He explained how Jack had been covered in the snow and the only reason why he had found her was by tripping over her (something he had not wanted to admit, it had been a very embarrassing moment for him). He, also, told them that he had never noticed the blood until later after he had made the call to the others. If the creature had the intent to kill her and had been the one to attack her, it would have had an opportunity to do so while it was just him waiting by her body for help to arrive. That would have been the perfect time to kill both of them, but it had not done so. It had just left quietly.
�Hmm,� was all the General said after Vegas finished his story. Vegas did not know whether to take that as a good thing or a bad thing so he looked to Mark for assistance. The other male just shrugged and Vegas mentally groaned, thinking how much help Mark was. Then, the General decided to speak and Vegas snapped his attention back to him. �Kelly,� the General did not even know Vegas� rank, just his last name, �I believe you made the right decision. Though I am upset that you came back with nothing, since you did not disobey a direct order, I cannot punish you.� Vegas sighed in relief and was even happier when he was dismissed. He could now go back to being unnoticed.
Mark watched the man known only as Vegas, real name Kellie Kelly (easy to see why he wanted to be called Vegas), leave the room in a rush. He really did not know much about the man, besides his place of origin, and Mark guessed that was the way he liked it. Too bad for him. Vegas will never know what it was like to be in the General�s good graces. It was an amazing experience, though some would state otherwise.
�Mark,� started the General snapping the young man out of his thoughts, �I think it�s time that we go see my daughter.� With that being said, both males stood up and quickly and quietly left the room.
When Mark and the General entered the room located in the medical wing that Jack was currently residing in, everyone turned to look at them, except, of course, Jack who was still unconscious. Margret, Anthony, Ashley, Hamilton, and Trunks were all piled in the small room with hardly any room to breath much less move (the General was surprised that they could even turn to look at him and Mark). If Jack so happened to flat line, which the General highly doubted she would (she was the strongest of his two children), there would not be enough space for a doctor to get through and help her. Of course, luckily enough, Ashley was there and he had enough training to take care of something like that. But still, there were just too many people in that small room. The General just did not like it.
�Anyone that is not family, get out,� ordered the General. The only ones to leave were Mark and Anthony, and the latter only did so after he looked to Margret and she nodded her head in approval. Looking back and forth between Hamilton and Trunks, the General asked, �Did you not hear me?�
A sarcastic smile appeared on Hamilton�s face. �Oh yes, General, I did hear you, and I decided that I�m not going to go anywhere. Unfortunately for you, I don�t believe Trunks can understand you so, he�s not going to be going anywhere any time soon.� He held out his hands in a welcoming gesture. �You�re more than welcome to try and force us out of here.�
The General was old, but he was not stupid. There was no possible way he alone could remove those two beings from the room. He was sure even if they were human, he would not have the strength to force them out. So, instead of trying to kill himself, he allotted them to stay. �Are there any ideas on who could have done this to her?� the General inquired to no one in particular. One of them was bound to know something, two of them in the room were scientists for God�s sake! They better damn well know something. There had to be at least one clue on Jack�s person that would let them know something.
Much to the General�s dismay, it was Hamilton that spoke, �Sir, I believe I know who was responsible for this.�
�Please, enlighten us,� the General responded through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep his anger in check.
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The needle slid into flesh easily, like a knife in butter. A medium sized glass vial attacked to it slowly started to fill up with blood. Jack watched it happen with mild interest, just waiting for Selest to get done with collecting her samples. Another round of test had been done (just more things to make Jack less human), and Selest had to ensure no abnormalities had formed during this time. Trusting in Selest�s ability as a scientist, Jack knew nothing was wrong. So did the older woman, but she had to make it official. The tests were just a necessity to make sure that Jack�s body was taking the changes well.
Jack felt an urge to ask the woman what was different about her this time, but decided against it. Selest would tell her as soon as she was finished checking the samples that she was gingerly taking from Jack. So, she just sat quietly and waited rather impatiently for the woman with light hair and golden eyes to finish her work, hoping that would be soon. There was only so much silence that Jack could take, and she was already a little stressed from all the testing that had happened, not to mention all the testing that had been done over the years.
After collecting all the desired items, Selest walked over to a nearby machine and placed each sample through it. Once, Selest had explained that the machine was a scanner of some sort. There had been a much longer explanation than that, but Jack had lost interest rather quickly and no longer cared about the machine. Medical gear and anything made for science just was not Jack�s thing. Weapons, fighting, and anything war related? Now, those were things Jack could get into, and she had. She had learned all about their weapons and fighting style, and was even being trained in it. The training was hard, but very effective. Too bad the Arathians were a peaceful bunch and did not have any old war stories to tell her.
Twenty minutes passed before a word was said. With a smile on her face, Selest informed Jack that she was officially a hybrid. �So,� began Jack with eyebrows slightly raised, �no more tests?� Her tone was hopeful, near begging.
Selest shook her head. �We will still have to perform some tests to measure you strength, stamina, and so on, but there will be no more changes made to your body.�
�Okay.� No point in trying to persuade the woman to not run anymore test, it was going to happen whether Jack liked it or not. �What did you do to me this time?� asked Jack. Selest quickly changed the subject and asked Jack how her training had been going. Knowing what the woman was trying to do, Jack played along. If the older female did not want to tell Jack what she had done, she would just ask someone else later. If she asked enough people, someone would slip up and tell her. So, to humor Selest, she answered, �It�s going pretty good. Hasinth,� the man that had been assigned to train Jack, �is an arrogant asshole, but he knows what he�s doing.�
Concern crossed Selest�s angular features. �He�s not pushing you too hard, is he?� Hasinth liked to push people past their limits, and did not care if it hurt them or not. With Jack, extra precautions should be taken. There was no telling if her body would simply give out and start to deteriorate, which was a huge probability. Selest had warned the man to take it slow with Jack, but, most likely, he had not listened to her.
Jack shrugged her shoulders and replied, �No more than what I push myself.� A small smile graced Jack�s lips. �I like it. I like pushing myself to the limit, because the next day, there�s a new limit that I have to meet. Which reminds me,� she began as she jumped off of the bed, �I have to do my daily jog before training. Am I alright to leave?�
With a wave of a hand, Selest dismissed Jack, who quickly left the room. If Jack would have waited any longer, she would have had to skip her jog and that was something unheard of for her. Jogging was her way of relaxing, and she had to do it everyday or she would go crazy! Well, maybe not literally crazy, but she would not be in a good mood. It just ruined her day if she did not have her little moment of relaxation. But before that, she had to go to her room so that she could get changed, which she reached in record time.
She hit a button on the panel on the outside of her door and it slid open quietly. Once she was inside the room, she hit a panel similar to the one outside the room and the door closed just as quietly. As quickly as she could, she got dressed in her training clothes which consisted of tight fitting shorts and a loose shirt, both beige in color. Unfortunately for Jack, the Arathians had neither bras nor underwear, two items Jack never thought she would miss. Arathian females had no need for underwear since they did not bleed like human women did, which the first time Jack had her period some of them had freaked out not knowing what was happening (the ones that did not know much about human females did at least). Instead, they went into heat, just like the cats that they evolved from.
Thinking about that, Jack paused as she was pulling on her shirt. She now figured out what Selest had done to her. The final change that made her a perfect blend of human and Arathian. Jack just shrugged and finished dressing. At least she did not have to worry about her period anymore, that was one thing about being human she was not going to miss.
After she was finished dressing, not that that took too long, Jack headed out of the room and instantly started her jog, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. No one would enter her room without permission so there was no reason for her to shut it. Besides, she was kind of in a hurry and did not really care if someone did go into her room at that moment. Concentrating on her breathing, she let all of her worries slip away and just ran. And that�s the way it always went, except this time, her mind seemed to have started to drift to things that she had not thought about (forced herself not to think about) for years now. Her thoughts turned to her mother, brother and even her father, who was one person she never thought she would miss, but she did. She missed everyone and suddenly felt homesick, but she did not let that slow her down. Eventually, if she jogged long enough, those thoughts would disappear.
But they did not go away. They just turned into thoughts of other people that she missed in what she now considered, her old life. The main person that kept popping into her head was Jake. The man that she loved and the man that she had killed. If only he had not pointed his gun in her face he would still be alive and she would not be in the place she currently was. Maybe her and Jake would have been married, maybe they would have split up. That did not matter anymore. Jake was dead and there was nothing she, or anyone else for that matter, could do about it. She just had to accept that he was dead and move on, which she had tried to do. Honestly, she had tried to move on, but her mind always seem to dwell on him. He haunted her dreams and now, it seemed he upgraded himself to her everyday life. She was sick of it. Yes, she loved him, but he did not have to be in her mind constantly. He was dead, and it was time for her to move on.
Aggravated with herself, Jack stopped running and stomped her foot against the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. She wanted to scream, but if she did someone would hear her and then there would be the one hundred and one questions about why she had screamed, if she was hurt, and all that stuff she did not want to deal with. It was better for her sanity if she just kept that scream to herself because if people started to ask her a bunch of questions she would surely snap at them. She did not want to deal with hurt feelings and formal apologies. So, she held it in.
After Jack was finished with her tantrum, she glanced about her and realized that she was in a place that she had never been before. While she had been lost in thought, she had gotten lost in a physical sense. A stream of curses spilled forth from Jack�s lips at her lack of attention.
Jack felt another tantrum coming on, but she held it at bay. It was going to be fine. She could find her way out of where ever she was. There were only so many ways that she could have gone, all she had to do was back track and she was surely to find her way. So, the first question was, which way to go? Where she was currently standing, there was only one choice to go, and that was the opposite way she was facing. The one thing she had not realized was that she had turned around while she was throwing her little fit.
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Eyes fluttering, Jack awoke to the immeasurable amount of pain her body was going through. The pain only got worse when she inhaled deeply. A wince was all she could manage, though she wanted to scream. Moving her eyes every which way, Jack tried to see where she was, but her eyes still had not focused just yet so, she just closed them and listened to the sounds around her. A heart monitor beeped a steady rhythm loudly next to her, but she ignored that and listened to the voices that were perfectly clear. Hamilton was speaking letting her know just where she was. Back at the complex. The one place she really did not want to be. At least she was on familiar turf though. That was always a plus. She had her fair share of waking up in unknown places, and did not like it at all.
The General�s voice soon joined in with Hamilton�s and the two started to argue. The conversation that they had been having had quickly turned sour and neither of them wanted to listen to the other. The sounds of their loud voices had started to grate on Jack�s senses. She already had a headache from the beating she had taken, and they were making it worse. All she wanted was for them to shut up and leave her to rest in peace. She was just so tired. So terribly tired. She wanted to sleep. Needed to sleep, but with them arguing, that was an impossibility. If they could just be quiet for one second, it might have been possible for her to go back to sleep. But that was not going to happen.
She opened her eyes and moved her head slowly to see who else was in the room. Her eyes had regained focus and she could see everything clearly, and moved her head slowly, so not to cause herself more pain, to see who all was in the room. Hamilton and the General were standing face to face, yelling at each other. Now that she had her memories in order (seemed she only needed to be knocked in the head a few times for that to happen), she could not help but notice how much he looked just like his father. She switched her gaze over to her mother and brother, who were just watching the fight not wanting to stop it. Her mother had a distressed look on her face while Ashley just looked bored. Before she even turned her eyes to him, Trunks came into her view. He seemed to be the only one that noticed she was awake and was now checking over her, asking her if she was alright with a simple tilt of his head.
Sitting up slowly, Jack started to remove all the objects stuck to and in her body. It was time that she got out of that room and slept in her own bed. Quiet is what she needed and that would be what she would get in that room. No one would come in there to bother her as they would in this room. The wounds on her body would heal with a little bit of time. The Arathians healed faster than humans, and now, so did she. In just a few days, she would be back to new. She did not need a doctor to heal her, did not need her family around her, did not need that black stuff Hamilton�s people were so fond of. All she needed was some sleep, which would speed up the healing process.
The objects were removed from her person and Jack was ready to go. She held out her arms to Trunks. �Please,� she pleaded, �get me out of here.� Trunks complied and scooped her out of the bed as if she weighed nothing. In normal circumstances, she would have marveled at his strength, but at that moment, she did not care. It hurt when he had picked her up and the pain was all her mind could process at that moment.
The General noticed that the large creature was trying to take his daughter out of the room and attempted to stop him. �Where do you th-� he never got to finish his sentence. Trunks released a low warning growl at him and continued to stroll out of the room. Soon the pair were out of sight, leaving the General standing in the room glaring at the last spot he had seen Trunks� retreating back.
While they were walking, neither B�rasch or Jack said a word. It seemed the female had fallen asleep as he carried her like a child to their shared room. The female Jack was so small he could easily carry her with just one arm. So light, it was as if he were not carry anything at all.
When the finally reached the room, B�rasch set the female gently on the bed and she just rolled over, still caught in the grasps of sleep. He wanted badly to ask the female what had happened to her. Who had caused all those wounds on her? Whoever it was must have been very strong or numerous. The female was strong, quick, and very deadly. It would take an unnatural force to hurt her as she was. A perfect challenge that he wanted to meet and make a trophy out of. Yes, he would find whatever had done this to the female and kill them. But in order for him to do that, he needed to get out of his currently predicament, and he needed the female Jack to do that.
First, she needed to rest and heal. �Sleep well, Little One,� he mumbled before he turned off the lights and left the room, silently shutting the door behind him.
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