Feminine problems of course were an excuse that Jessie had used on many occasions to alleviate dangerous situations, which had varying degrees of success. This time though she had no reason for it other than to appear cute, she knew what she had done and would do it again. Thus she was willing to accept any punishment that the Jewel Cutters Guild might have in store for her. She had left the CIA years before to become an operative for the domestic anti terrorist cell, and had sworn the oaths that she would never betray her country or the JCG.
Again his face was unchanged by her last attempt to connect to his feelings, but all she witnessed was the dieing flame in his eyes as he stepped aside revealing the two scientists with hypodermic needles placed gingerly in between their thumbs and forefingers ready to inject the two different chemicals into her body. Jessie¢‚¬„¢s first instinct was that they were both poisonous compounds and that she was going to die in this degrading position in front of a room full of scientists. However the more factual thought that she was a prisoner experiment reached her as the first scientist stepped forward, the puncturing her pale skin and the liquid burning inside her body.
Its effects were almost immediate and she let out a gasp at the ungodly amount of pain she was sustaining, as if her blood was boiling away within her body. In fervent thought she supposed that even ripping off her own skin and rolling in salt would not produce as much pain, and for the first time since her troubled childhood she was scared of the next needle. Her minds eye however would not accept it as a needle, but instead a knife, glistening under the fluorescent lights as its cold steel tip drew closer to her arm where it would draw her own blood. Her green eyes dilated and she began struggling and screaming at her restraints, words from long ago filling the air with declarations of not stabbing him or killing him. However she was in no place to win the battle with her own fear or the needle, it touched her skin with but the slightest prick and she was lost in the darkness.
James and his father had never gotten along, and it was more apparent now than ever. A snarl crossed the older mans lips and he lumbered forth, his tree trunk arms rising from his burly side to strangle the abomination that he had created. Being a runt meant James did not have any form of strength on his side, yet as a boy he had been expected to have some sort of combat skill, so he relied on dexterity. Ducking to the side, the boys eyes narrowed and he tripped his father who promptly fell onto the rug and got up with a loud bellow.
At that moment James noticed her standing in the entryway of the living room, staring at them both with tears streaking her eyes, her body formed in obvious protest, but her mouth unwilling to speak, limbs unable to unlock. Perhaps it was her appearance that had let him be caught off guard, massive hands grabbing his neck and the chaotic feeling of flying into something hard, stars literally filling his vision as his head was repeatedly jammed against a hard surface. Finally it stopped, and the sounds of heavy breathing were heard hovering over him.
Blood flowed from his nose, spreading against the carpet and sinking in; it wouldn¢‚¬„¢t be the last that fell against the floor that day. Over him stood his father, fists together, and teeth contorted into an angry scowl, the man had gone nuts. James limply rose to face level with his father, tears in the corners of his eyes. The man took a step forward, and James took one backward in fear. This action continued until James¢‚¬„¢s back was against the counter, and his hand groped the tile desperately, laying across the hilt of his fathers hunting knife, which was out to be cleaned he recalled. Words were exchanged and his father was enraged once more, in determination to keep his life James gripped the knife and stabbed forward catching his father in the gut.
Once again she awoke in the darkness, though this time it was warm her body bound by thick fabric. A low hum was heard under a melodic tune of an electronic lullaby, which set her fragile mind at ease as she opened her eyes to the slowly turning mobile above her. Something told her this was unfamiliar, though it was quickly staved by another thought almost as if there were two driving voices inside her constantly bickering for supremacy. Instantly she recognized the responding voice to be alien to her, telling her that this was her home, and she was waking up from her daily nap. However Jessica Tell embraced the alien voice letting her eyes wander as her subconscious was entertained by the soft tune above her.