Post by Jack on Nov 12, 2014 19:41:46 GMT -5
Left. Dodge right. Right. Dodge left. Double tap the core, left knee in.
Jack mercilessly attacked the bag, the betrayal fuelling his rage. The sense of loss at the woman who grew to be his mother. The fury he felt at her abandonment.
Double tap right, left jab, dodge right.
How long had he been in the basement that held Justice's training room? He had barely left since finding her note. The note that tore his heart apart. He had read it so much that he knew it line for line. Every time he read it, his mind voiced the words in his mother's voice.
Jack,
I have trained you since I had found you all alone on that beach. I took you in as my own. I protected you from more than you ever knew. I trained you to protect yourself from future dangers that will befall you. I made sure you have the strength and skill of an army so that you will not fall to those who hunt you for what you are.
My time has come, and my presence is needed elsewhere. I leave you, dear Jack, as an enemy, as I am not who you think I am. However, I leave, in your name, my entire complex and all of the secrets it holds. Also, I have left paperwork detailing accounts involved with you past, as well as several of my own. Each contains a lump sum of money. Use it all wisely.
Furthermore, you need to know something. You are not who or what you think you are.
You are something much, much more. You are destined for some great purpose, though whether good or bad, I cannot say. I know who you once were, as well as what you developed into... Needless to say, you must hold onto what you are now, and push all else aside. Steel yourself.
I love you so much, Jack. Please stay true, for it would kill my soul to have to cross blades with my own child.
~Justice
Jack shuddered visibly before falling to his knees. She implied he was something different. Something and someone. Who was he previously? He knew only the time he spent in Justice's care, how could be have been something or someone else? Jack has always been Jack.
Her note never sat well with him. It tore him apart. It made him question his very being. It made him wonder what his own mother was.
He remembered telling mother of his odd dreams. That beautiful woman with the Dark hair. The one who called him Nikki. The one he met in person. Moments shared where they shared a spark of... Something familiar and intimate, only to have the moment fleet on by. He only encountered this woman a few times, and during those times, they talked for long periods of time, as though they were close.
He shook his head. He needed answers. He needed... Something... Someone to tell him... Something.
A cold laugh rose from him. He didn't even know what he needed, let alone what he wanted.
However, he also had no one else. No family. No friends. This strange dream woman who became a reality was the closest thing he had to an acquaintance.
He slowly rose to his feet, running a hand through his recently dyed red hair. The colour this Nikki had. Well, not as dark, he couldn't get it quite the same, as much as he had tried. Part of his reasons to dye it was to see if she dreamed of him, to see how she looked at him and whether it was any different, a moment of recognition...
Fucking creep.
But he needed to know.
As he left, he grabbed the simple knife that Justice had left him, tucking it away. Hidden. He needed to protect himself. He was a walking army by himself. The Legacy of Justice, that bitch. A weapon with emotion.
He left his home, and went in the direction of this mysterious woman. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew what he needed. He needed... Someone.
Jack mercilessly attacked the bag, the betrayal fuelling his rage. The sense of loss at the woman who grew to be his mother. The fury he felt at her abandonment.
Double tap right, left jab, dodge right.
How long had he been in the basement that held Justice's training room? He had barely left since finding her note. The note that tore his heart apart. He had read it so much that he knew it line for line. Every time he read it, his mind voiced the words in his mother's voice.
Jack,
I have trained you since I had found you all alone on that beach. I took you in as my own. I protected you from more than you ever knew. I trained you to protect yourself from future dangers that will befall you. I made sure you have the strength and skill of an army so that you will not fall to those who hunt you for what you are.
My time has come, and my presence is needed elsewhere. I leave you, dear Jack, as an enemy, as I am not who you think I am. However, I leave, in your name, my entire complex and all of the secrets it holds. Also, I have left paperwork detailing accounts involved with you past, as well as several of my own. Each contains a lump sum of money. Use it all wisely.
Furthermore, you need to know something. You are not who or what you think you are.
You are something much, much more. You are destined for some great purpose, though whether good or bad, I cannot say. I know who you once were, as well as what you developed into... Needless to say, you must hold onto what you are now, and push all else aside. Steel yourself.
I love you so much, Jack. Please stay true, for it would kill my soul to have to cross blades with my own child.
~Justice
Jack shuddered visibly before falling to his knees. She implied he was something different. Something and someone. Who was he previously? He knew only the time he spent in Justice's care, how could be have been something or someone else? Jack has always been Jack.
Her note never sat well with him. It tore him apart. It made him question his very being. It made him wonder what his own mother was.
He remembered telling mother of his odd dreams. That beautiful woman with the Dark hair. The one who called him Nikki. The one he met in person. Moments shared where they shared a spark of... Something familiar and intimate, only to have the moment fleet on by. He only encountered this woman a few times, and during those times, they talked for long periods of time, as though they were close.
He shook his head. He needed answers. He needed... Something... Someone to tell him... Something.
A cold laugh rose from him. He didn't even know what he needed, let alone what he wanted.
However, he also had no one else. No family. No friends. This strange dream woman who became a reality was the closest thing he had to an acquaintance.
He slowly rose to his feet, running a hand through his recently dyed red hair. The colour this Nikki had. Well, not as dark, he couldn't get it quite the same, as much as he had tried. Part of his reasons to dye it was to see if she dreamed of him, to see how she looked at him and whether it was any different, a moment of recognition...
Fucking creep.
But he needed to know.
As he left, he grabbed the simple knife that Justice had left him, tucking it away. Hidden. He needed to protect himself. He was a walking army by himself. The Legacy of Justice, that bitch. A weapon with emotion.
He left his home, and went in the direction of this mysterious woman. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew what he needed. He needed... Someone.