《Jack John Johnson*》 prologue: Karma is a B*tch ¡°The night was painted in crimson, the artificial light reflecting on the puddle of blood forming around the body of one of my man, it was already the third ,1 hour since the beginning of the operation. We were supposed to assault an organization involved in the abduction of several kids, one of the first cases stated approximately 14 years ago without further evidences, a classic case of human traffic. But what we found here¡­ fuck the intel¡­¡± I though. I took my radio to confirm that everything was not going to go worse than it already - Unit 1, last floor cleared, 3 men down on our side, 2 lightly wounded, no prisoner here those fuckers fought till last breath, Over. - Copy, unit 2 and 3 clear, 1 prisoner, unit 2 stay in standby, unit 3 locates the kids, unit 1 search for survivor on your side, Over. - Unit 1 copy - Unit 2 copy - Unit 3 copy -We¡¯re supposed to be the best S.W.A.T unit of the fucking country, we took them by surprise and they still inflicted us such heavy casualties, what the fuck was that captain, those bastards where monsters, made me want to piss myself. Said the lieutenant Marshall Voicing everybody though, it¡¯s a was a scary night, the opposition responded heavy counter fire, cold and efficient, the worst kind of enemy, the calculating kind. I ordered two of my men to stay in standby while we search for the kids. The last 4 floors were for training purposes, we passed by combat room, weaponries, shooting ranges, the package if you want to train the perfect killing machines, miles away from the supposed slave traffic, fucking intel. Nobody had seen it coming, a military grade facility 50 meters underground, completely isolated from the rest of the world, 300 kilometers of the nearest city. How did they pulled that shit out, where to begin with, let than question be answer by those at the top. This specific floor looks more like a prison than the living carter we saw 6 floors above, our little walk in the innards of that facility lead us through a poorly lighted tunnel, splitting into 4 different path, must be some kind of confinement district, at each end, a heavy door. - Unit 1, a part of the last floor looks like a confinement district, 4 closed doors, look like some of the kids weren¡¯t so cooperative, Over. - Copy, any sign of life? Over. - Wait Five - Copy While the lieutenant Marshall does his trick with the security network, ensuring our ability to open the doors, I took one chocolate bar from my jacket left top pocket, dyed red by the blood of the fucker who tried to finish me at point blank, almost got me if not for the knife I stuck in his throat. While trying to clean the blood before finally enjoying that sweet oh sweet delicacy, my two teammate looking at me with wide open eyes. - What? Want some? * I asked - Cannot begin where to start * said caporal Oroshi always found him too stiff - Whatever, so no for the chocolate? * those ones don¡¯t know what¡¯s good - Thank but not thank* responded Lieutenant Marshall with a frown, hacking device in hand, finishing the - I pass * replied caporal Oroshi - Cool, more for me * then let just enjoy it. The chocolate on the taste bud, the best treat after some killing, make you savor the life you almost lost an indefinite number of time in last hour. *biiiip* I turned my head to the lieutenant, nodding with the head, the number with his fingers, signaling the opening of the doors, in the next 10 seconds. Just enough time to finish my delicacy, straighten my back, M4 in hand, ready for battle. The rest of the team combat ready and in formation. We go to the first tunnel to the left, the first door, ordered to unlock, movement detector in each tunnel in case of imminent bitch slapping, ain¡¯t going to die like a fool today. In face of the door, I signal my men to be ready for the show of violence which is going to take place in 3¡­2¡­.1 Marshall send the signal to the door, a clic sound make her way to my hear, we burst in the first room signaling our presence like an elephant in the dark, who must have been completely dived in darkness before our little show, the room must be 30 to 40 meter square, empty safe to a body to the side of the room, by the size male, I make sign to my men to stop, and make my way to the kid, before stopping a safe distance. Don¡¯t judge me, I have all the proof to suspect they raise little monsters here. I open the front of my helmet, a friendly face seems better that the faceless front of my helmet - hey little one what¡¯s up? * I¡¯ve always suck at diplomacy, The kid raised his head and locked his eyes with mine, and what eyes, those are the same a lion give you at the zoo, looking at a juicy walking piece of meat waiting to be put in mouth. Yup that one a killer, and now that I can see looking as his body, a good one too. Not like they will put so much money to raise care bear. He had long black hair flowing to side of his pale face, Asian feature, short nose, deep predatory black eyes who seemed to eat the light, age 16-17. Lack of sleep showing by the bag under his eyes Stolen novel; please report.But not fear in those eyes, like he was already in control of the situation, not the most comfortable though when you look at it, then came a rough yet powerful voice, who must know have been used for some weeks now. - I don¡¯t know you¡­and they would had never come here with only three men. I assume those fuckers finally fucked somewhere¡­* said uh, let call him little raptor, while he gauges me - Pretty clever kid, you must have also figure out why we are here* I said with a confident smile, let put myself as the alpha don¡¯t want a time bomb in hand. - Yeah, sure Mister savior *standing up* Damn the kid¡¯s big, he must come from a family of bigfoot.* - Your name ?* does they even allowed them to have name ? - Those fuckers called me 0-13, call me Sora. * rebuked the littl¡­ Sora with an icy voice. I nodded with my head making him sign to follow us and took my radio. - Unit 1, report, we found one kid from one of the door, we keep searching for the rest. Over. - Copy *responded the voice at the other end. So we did exactly that, no enemy hiding to ambush us, the second door lead us to the same but empty room, in the third we found a young girl around fifteen, named Lara, a beauty if not for the lack of sleep, a little afraid when burst in, but like Frost, those same calculative eyes quickly replaced that surprise, I swear to have seen her smile, and not the kind one. The kids here are definitely the troublesome ones, the kind you need to lock in the last floor of your dungeon, cut from the world, and toss the key somewhere hot like a volcano. So when those same badass little monster seem afraid at the idea to liberate the one behind the last door, let just hope we do not have to kill a kid today. - Why are you afraid? * I asked them if my tilting to the left. - Hmmm, you see¡­ he and I were down because of some discipline trouble, we did not break, just really hard to manage. The broken ones were used to test the newbies, dangerous, but still within the parameter, but in that batch the craziest and strongest difficult to manage even for the trainers, those were for the like of him and I¡­ And there were those, just¡­ who had to be terminated, the one behind that door was the most effective way they find to do the job. * said Lara from her 165 centimeters, the calculating look gone, replaced by an afraid one befitting her age. We repeated that same procedure, unlock the door, wait for the clic, burst through it, and if hostility, readied ourselves to make it eat some pure democracy at point blank, no matter the monster behind the door, we were ready. That what I though until I saw it lurking at the bottom of the dark room twice the size of the other, sleeping soundly on the bed, like he didn¡¯t give a fuck about his whereabouts, chocolate milk boy, seem 13 maybe 14, a little bit of baby fat left on his cheeks, growth spurt ongoing. - So that the monster you talked about* turning my head to the young girl, a teasing smirk at the border of my lips She looked shyly at the ground, trying to hide the shame, such a story for such a sleep loving boy. I made my way to the sleeping boy, to be stopped by a glowing red eye, looking straight at me, an intense killing intent passed through my spine, to disappear a split second later. I looked at the boy still sleeping, cold sweat dripping of my back, my instinct yelling me to run, I turn head to look my teammates, look like I wasn¡¯t the only one to see my life flashing before my eyes. That one is absurdly dangerous. But he did not engage, must no see us as threat¡­ I did what a good leader do. - Oroshi go get him, he doesn¡¯t seem in the mood to wake up. Wrap him up, let¡¯s go home. They looked at me as If I just killed a little girl¡¯s kitty and hit her with it, but who care they are not ones filling the report¡­. Raaaaagh. I took my radio settling the rest of the night -Unit 1, 3 kid found, last floor clear we are coming up, let wrap that shit and mourn our deads. Over. -Roger. Out.* said a grief voice. Jack John Johnsonn chapter 1 : Murphy Law So finally the first chapter, far to be perfect, But I strave for , let me know about your suggestions, what can be change or added to make the story better, thank you point of view: Captain Karfield -Washington DC, Pentagon- It¡¯s been 3 days since the raid, the politic scene is in chaos, no wonder, some of the kids found had some impressive background, one of them was even the daughter of a governor. The press around the world is in uproar, not like I care, beside relaying what everyone know again and again, they don¡¯t have to clean that mess. Peoples want answers and the Leaders of the not-so-free world are unable to give a reply. And like always some dumbshit are trying to use for their own interest, you cannot even begin to imagine the level of stupidity some were able to reach. So here I am, standing straight like I have a stick stuck deep into my rear, in my dark blue ceremonial uniform, I¡¯ve always hated it, make me look like a penguin, and it itches as fuck. I¡¯ve been under the keen glare of the commission inquiry¡¯s member for far too long to be deemed comfortable, I swear they are trying to make it as uncomfortable as possible, looking at me from their higher seats¡­ the bastard in the middle interrupt my train of thought in his deep baritone voice. - So, special captain Kartfield, do you confirm the report in its entirety? Asked the General RoshFort. - Affirmative sir. My response bringing an uproar of whisper in the audience composed of high administrative and executives, from the director of the CIA, vice-director of the NSA, to my own boss being at the forefront, and god know how much he distastes those events. - Including the part, you said, I quote ¡°the three teens, now known as Sora, Lara, and Jack maybe the most stable from the 287 kids found in the underground facility, the day of the 28 may 2034, thus the most likely to reintegrate society without further trouble from their own, but also underline the fact that those three were founded in confinement room submit to diverse form of ¡°stimulation¡± for an unknown amount of time, all that without showing the usual sign of broken psych we can see in other subjects. Without forgetting the military training, they have been put trough, I estimate they each of them have been in extensive training for at least the last 10 years, to not only military, but also in lifestyle, language, intelligence, engineering etc.¡­ everything and god know what they will never tell us. In conclusion, I do deem them as threat and I am against their blind release in society, at least without adequate measures¡± end of quote. - Affirmative Sir. *I answered, my voice no wavering the slightest bit. I just have to shut up and be over with it. - Cut the crap Captain, you have only mentioned those three, say what you have in mind. * locking my eyes, a smirk on the left side of his mouth. - ¡­. * I flinched, it hurt you know, I¡¯m trying to let it go, don¡¯t try to mess with my plan* You seem all too eager to forget the fact they only kept the best, and I¡¯m not talking about the young ones, so this is what happened in my mind, at a certain time of the formation, they made the kids fight themselves¡­ a purge if you want, to subtract the weaklings, then follow those who could not keep up or just broke, those were surely use as training tools for the stronger, at the end of the process only the monstrous one survived, but of those we found those three jailed in the isolation district, when that kind behavior shouldn¡¯t had subsisted at that stage of the training, the end of the road, and even in that case it just doesn¡¯t add up with their politic¡­ which mean ?* I opened my big mouth¡­ again, but the looks on their faces are priceless. I¡¯m already regretting it, but that was so worth it. Until I saw the big grin on the general face. - Thank you Captain, you will receive your next assignation in the following days. My military salute done, I made my way out of the damn building, my left hand in my pants¡¯ pocket fishing for a needed chocolate bar, this is not going to end well. *********** Point of view: Lara It¡¯s been a little bit over a week since those man freed us, and to be honest I¡¯m bored, they don¡¯t let us out, I can¡¯t even access a computer, so I¡¯m stuck here not wanting to cause a mess, at least not now. The first four days, they made us pass a series of physical and psychological test, and some very intrusive questions¡­ how dare they? I almost failed to stay in control and stick the pen she used to take notes in her carotid¡­tsss. They even took some DNA samples, in the hope to maybe found who we were before being abducted, and found or parents, yeah or to study some genetic alterations, you never know what you can find,don¡¯t yah ? But what really bother me is their look of pity when looking at us, it the same look you give to a third world kid, don¡¯t get me wrong here, I do understand their point of view, the reality of what we have gone through is probably way worse than they can imagine, way way worse actually¡­ looking down at us like we needed their protection or care, when they fail to see how frail themselves actually are. If they knew those would be those of utter terror right now, not like I''d actually loved that. With those though in head, I sneak in the back, with in hand the ID of¡­ hmm, doctor Patrick Stanford, tall, blond hair, quite handsome actually, but not really bright in that kind of stuff, it was like taking a candy from a sleeping baby. The burning caress of the summer sun attack my skin once out, on the rooftop the wind blowing my face, such an exhilarating feeling, washing away some of my fears. Before my eyes, a majestic view gift itself to me, a military base extending in tens of kilometers around me, fighter flying in delta pattern in groups of 6, at my right side the horizon is sculted by mountains ranges , at my..." ¡°ZZZzz¡­zzzZZz¡­.¡± My train of thought interrupted by what seem like snoring noise, looking at my left to confirm the origin of the sound, I¡¯m met with a pair of pure black eyes? I know those eyes¡­ but¡­ it''s like they don''t want me to remember them. ¡°Yo, you took your sweet time¡± said a powerful voice but my attention already stolen by the snoring boy sleeping peacefully leaning is back against a side of the ventilation system, a drooling on his shirt. I instinctively took a step back, fighting stance ready, all senses in alert. ¡°Hey calm done, don¡¯t wake up him with your killing intent, jeez¡­ RELAX.¡± If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.Cutting me from my high alarmed state, I can finally put a name on those black eyes. ¡°Who are you? ¡­No¡­ I mean, I know who you are, but¡­. your code number, you were there when the men freed me, I mean us obviously. And aren¡¯t you afraid of him, I mean¡­ you know¡­ and what are you doing here¡­.¡± I asked in one breath, a little bit more relaxed than a moment before. ¡°Wow¡­. You talk waaaaay too much, that explain why you were on that floor¡± said the young man who call himself Sora. ¡°Hey I wasn¡¯t on that floor because of that!¡± I barked back ¡°Yeah sure, if you say so, but what was your name again?¡± responded Sora nonchalantly, those enticing black eyes leaving my body to stare at the blue sky, taking back his position against the border of the roof. ¡°You didn¡¯t answer my question¡­ I¡¯m Lara, I am¡­was 0-17 ¡°I said, my head slightly falling, images of the past flowing in my brain. ¡°Oh ¡­.0-17¡­you had it pretty rough¡± A knowing gaze falling on my shoulder, a little bit of sadness in the voice. ¡°but at least you survived, my name is Sora, but you should know me better as 0-13¡± he said, a sad nostalgic look. ¡° ¡° Class 26¡­¡± I whispered in my breath, my eyes widened in shock at the name, my failed attempt to calm them quickly enough for him to catch a glance. ¡°let not make me an exception¡­.¡± I carefully choose my words ¡°¡­ of the three of us¡­ I was the luckiest¡­ but still how did you end up here with the sleeping cat? A hopelessly long sight escaped his lips ¡°you know, we may be the only ones able to actually understand what we¡¯ve gone through right?¡±, I made an understanding nodded, ¡° I literally mean, you , he and I, the other are so just too young, dead or broken, or just both or all at the same time, who know, as for the others ones, that a trouble for latter. The sleeping cat like you called him came to me to talk, two days ago actually, about what he believed was going to happen, the fact is our families are unlikely to be found, and even if they did found them how could we trust them and just go back with total strangers, ridiculous?¡± he looked at me, and saw that same hunger, that same seed which had planted a long time ago, be forced to live in middle of cattle, that hunger always burning, without ever having the opportunity to fulfil it, I¡¯ll die before that. Yeah a life time of life and death struggle make that to some people, I may have been a good little girl a long time ago, or still am in some parallel universe, hihi, the tough of beating the shit hell out of a soft version of myself in some parallel universe, made me chuckled, making Sora raises an eyebrow, sending me a questioning glare. ¡°Sorry, I thought of something funny, keep going¡± ¡°Whatever, what I¡¯m saying is, they are never going to leave us unleashed when they don¡¯t know our abilitiess, even less if they knew them, I assume you already saw through their poor attempts to gather intel. By the way, you slipped a bit with the swat team, not enough for a full picture but enough to attract some suspicion, still there was that captain¡­ kind of scary, that smile¡­(his body started to shake) he looked at me like I was his little bitch¡­¡± ¡°You too?! So creepy, I nearly cried¡­ I thought it was the end¡± I exclaimed, the best of my training was needed to suppress that traumatic event.¡± --Somewhere in New-York-- ¡°ATCHOUUM!¡± *sniff* ¡°who the fuck is talking behind my back?¡± A certain Captain --back to the military base-- ¡°So rule number one, the world is your enem¡­pfffff¡±¡± he looked at me shocked, which quickly turn into a failed attempt to masked a slipping laugh. At that moment I felt something under my shirt, heading toward my br¡­.. ¡° Fluff&..opqc¨¤kj¨¦ms&kr¡¯?u_u¡­¡­¡± My brain just froze¡­ I just looked at the not so sleeping boy, a joyful face going back to hi¡­ no, turning around to face me, an angel smile plastered to his face. ¡° Thank yo..¡±*SLAP* ¡°Hey I ju..¡±*SLAP*¡±¡­ sht tha¡­¡±*SLAP*¡±..nk you fo..¡±*SLAP*¡±... the¡­¡± ¡°SHUT UP !!¡± the bastard isn¡¯t even shaken by the slaps, Damnit! I shot him my scariest gaze, putting in it as much killing intent I could muster, the kind that make veterans soldiers piss themselves¡­ for it to be brushed aside like a speck of dust in a storm, his attention focusing seconds later on my breasts¡­The other fucker rolling around on the ground, eyes full of tears, doesn¡¯t help, hope he choke himself to death. ¡°Haaahiiiiiihaaa..huuhhhh¡­..huuh¡­ pffaaa¡­ fiouuuu focus¡­¡± Sora, no, let¡¯s call him Fucker number 2 for now, not really trying to calm down until now, made a motion for us(I) to stop, which I think is more for himself than us. Whatever let him talk, making him eat fucker number 1¡¯s dick can wait. ¡°Wow¡­ your trail of though is pretty dark you know?¡± fucker number 1 said, taking a step back looking at me suspiciously, protecting his groin behind his hands. I looked at him taken aback by his statement, no way he knows what I was thinki¡­ ¡°What kind of though?¡± asked curiously fucker number 2 ¡°Pretty sur it about making you eat my dick, bro¡± fucker number 1 ¡°Huh?! No way !!!¡± I cried, no way I¡¯m going to admit it, and since when are they bro? ¡°Damn¡­ I kind of understand why she want your dick to be cut bro, but why should I be the one to eat it?¡± ¡°Yeah, I was about to say sorry, but she kind of killed that momentum with that though¡± Are they really serious? ¡°Hey, I did not think that, and how could you read my though anyway?¡± I tried to defend myself¡­ stupid move. ¡°You see, she admitted it¡¯¡¯ Fucker number 1 replied, a winning smirk to his face. ¡°She¡¯s crazy¡± pointed out fucker number 2, giving me a quick disapproving glance. ¡°Definitely¡­¡± confirmed fucker number 1, they are really starting to piss me off, talking like I wasn¡¯t fucking ther ¡°¡­ as we are all, but I like her¡± he continued, a serious tone for the first time, when I turned my head to take a look at him, I was met with sharp dangerous hazel eyes, all childish feature gone from his face, replaced by a severity unfitting from a boy of his age. In the back at the left side, fucke¡­ no¡­ Sora, back to his place at the roof¡¯s border gave me a knowing glance filled with amusement, the next moment I felt my soul being sucked dry by those black hole like eyes, before an immense pressure on my shoulders snapped me back to reality and almost forced me to my knee. No weakness visible on my face, I crushed it against mine, standing tall and proud in face of those monsters, unleashing my bloodlust at those damn fuckers, they were not the only monsters on that rooftop today. ¡°You pass¡± said the a madly smiling black teen, unleashing an outrageous amount of bloodlust in respond to mine, completely overwhelming me, like a tidal marsh¡­ leaving only emptiness and a feeling. So, this is subject 0-00, code Name: D¨¦sespoir.