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Jet, 2018 | Somewhere in Israel | Pre-awakening
Jet was groggy, he felt like he was barely alive. Everything in his body was screaming in pain, but that was nothing compared to the rage he felt inside of him when the chattering voices said that name- Vemz. Vemseji. Jet’s eyes snapped open as he listened more intently. Had he heard it correctly? He closed his eyes and focused. More chattering, more Vemz. Who were these people and what did they know about Vemseji, the rapist, the human trafficker.. the monster. He sat bolt upright in what appeared to be a cot, knocking over a nearby table, a ton of metal bowls and tools in the process. The loud clanging and crashing made his head throb. His eyes were blurry but they cleared up enough to see the two people jump up from whatever they were dealing with and back away as Jet stumbled toward them in a blind rage. He took two steps and felt searing pain in his left leg. It barely slowed him.
“Stop!” The man jumped in front of a woman and held his hand out, his other hand moving quickly toward the large, sharp blade on his belt. “Stay back!”
“Vemz, Vemz, who-“ Jet’s knee throbbed and caused him to cringe, “-who- how- what do you know about Vemz?! Are you working for him?”
“How do you know about Vemz?!” The man spat. There was silence as they glared at each other for a few seconds, then two shining indigo eyes peered out from behind the man. The woman timidly walked out then straightened up. Her aura shined bright and, weirdly, Soleil’s tearful face flashed through his mind. He shook it off and maintained his stance. The woman turned to the man and shook her head, holding him off. She wasn’t the least bit hostile as she moved even closer to Jet. She looked closer, especially at his eyes, then smiled.
“Darkness like I’ve never seen, but not evil. How confusing. What are you? Why are you here?”
Jet always knew he was different, but most people that felt it were terrified of him. Her smile stopped his panic. He relaxed a little.
“I have no idea. But Vemz-“
“What do you know about him,” she said the last word with disgust.
“He’s scum-”
“Then why are you looking for him?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
When Jet calmed down more he noticed his surroundings. They were in some sort of cave, there were medical supplies and people all around them, some of them asleep, some watching this spectacle curiously. All of them were bandaged, healing. His eyes widened. It was his platoon and the child who he thought had blown up. Odd, though. There was no recognition in their eyes, they didn’t know him. He looked down and saw his own bandages- right upper arm, left shoulder, left inner thigh- bullet holes, and a cast on his left knee. This woman and man were helping him. He looked at them.
“He’s my father,” he whispered, disgusted. They both bristled, but Jet continued. “I’m going to kill him.”
★ Issue #10 ||| 3.1.2023 ★
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