Twilight Thoughts

[Jeremy Hunter]

Izzy shot up, sweating. It was mere hours ago she had broken it off with Ashley. Now Izzy felt more alone then ever. And her nightmares had worsened. This one now detailing her imprisonment, rape, and her Stockholm's. She slid out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door. She turned on the faucet and washed her face before going back to her bed. She changed into clean clothes and sat down, tapping her PDA awake. She never gave any indication to what it was like on Arkania, not ever...she had to do it somewhere, or she'd never end the nightmare.

Entry Three: Arkania

The nightmares just worsen. I don't even have someone to curl up with now. I might have called Catherine, but now Mom is with her. I think...No Ash, no Jeremy. No one. Why... why am I always alone?



I was playing around. I was planning on messing with Jeremy, get him all mad so he would act funny, then tell him nothing happened. It always garnered a laugh. But then it all went wrong. Oh so horribly wrong.

I was screwing around, flirting near Manhattan. Then I ended up saying yes to coming aboard a Pilgrim Liner captained by a woman named Rachel. I kinda liked her; she was nice, decent eye candy...or so I thought. I hadn't had a decent shower in a few days due to plumbing issues at the apartment, and Rachel kindly let me use her shower.
That's when her true colors were revealed.

She came in and raped me. She did it again, after I was out. It was horrible. I was just used for sex. My idea of a joke, and a free shower, was now all shot to hell. I was a prisoner, and rightfully so. My IQ is too damn high, but my common sense was rusty. I walked right into a trap, and paid the price. All I could do was cry.

I was a prisoner for weeks. Sometimes she'd leave me in her bed, where I would curl up and clutch my necklace, praying Jeremy would find me. Other times I would be at her side, her eye candy and trophy. I was reduced to a mere shadow; my mental state was shattered, the pieces all crashing down and breaking further, until I felt the word broken would indeed become borked. But, Rachel never once spoke badly to me; while her actions were wrong, she always kept a respectful tone with me. She never tried to physically hurt me, but how could she even fathom how bad the mental implications could be? I was utterly destroyed by this, reduced to little more then a husk.

But, that was when she did something unexpected. While I slept calmly, she impregnated me. She never gave me the details, but soon enough the familiar morning sickness came. I was furious, and I could not deal with a third child for nine months, under these conditions. I had the IQ, and I knew the technology around me. I gave a list of demands, and I essentially made, for simple terms, a machine to accelerate the pregnancy. Was it dangerous? Yes. Both of us, me and the child, could die. But I was not going to just sit by and let this bitch have me for nine months. No, oh no. Her guard would be stronger with me pregnant; I had to get this child out of me, and soon. Plus, the risk that Arkania was destroyed and the life now inside me, gone, was too great. But I couldn't abort it, I just couldn't...this woman had done something...completely random. She had chosen LA to steal the DNA from, and who else did she had to steal it from? A small batch of sperm that was in the research wing. Her randomness, and ignorance, caused me to be the mother of a child with the same genetic DNA as Alexis Hunter. So, to say this simply: The modified sperm carried Nomad Hybrid DNA strands, and it's structure was the same as Alexis Hunter's. It was a stroke of luck that a small blood sample of Alexis had been tested and worked on in conjunction with her father's sperm, the arrogant bastard.

Three weeks later, the machine brought me out as I began labor. I felt as if I was dying; as if I had done something wrong with the machine. But I gave birth to another girl, this one with silver, wispy hair already growing. I named her Seraphim. That was when I felt the old me come out: Defiance, independence. Frakk You I'm A Blonde Genius. It was then that I forumulated my escape plan. My trump card was that the Midnight Roar had been docked in the hanger. I had equipped the Roar with a special program that recorded the engine signature, as well as the unique electronic signature, back when I first got it. It was used mainly to help me find the Alicante when needed... No Rika, I'm not telling you what the Alicante is for pete's sake.

The Midnight Roar was waiting on Manhattan when I managed to write a trojan program that remotely activated it. It took weeks to, little by little, write the program as Rachel slept, using a PDA I had nicked from one of the crew. Soon enough, the Roar came as the Arkania hovered by Sugarland of all places. I nearly cried as it forced it's way in. Shouts and screams filled the halls as crashes and gunfire drew closer.

Silence fell. It was eerie. Rachel stood slowly, gun raised, when the door quite literally was thrown off it's hinges and smashed into the Captain's Chair. Stepping through, cloak billowing, katanas snugfit on his back, hood raised, was my savior. It didn't matter that his face was covered; only one person would make such a flamboyant entrance, and look pretty good doing it. He then raised his arm, causing Rachel to slam against the window. He would have murdered her then and there, ending the nightmare...but I stopped him. I knew Stockholm would set in, and it did. I couldn't let Rachel die, especially since I couldn't let him know of Seraphim. The child...I couldn't let him see her. So, I managed to talk him down and finally off the ship. We left, with me finally crying again, in his arms.

Upon our arrival on Manhattan, Jeremy had told me he had called all he could: Eriksson, Christopher. They in turn called Sequoia Hart of Nature's Last Hope. Eriksson even called an SCRA Gunship once...and caused a diplomatic incident. Michal Golanski, and I'm sure Chris Leigh helped (even though Jeremy hates the guy nowadays...something about his stunt...). I felt alone, but I never was. Everyone had been looking for me, and in spirit were with me.

I've never told anyone about Seraphim. I think Alexis might know, but I can't be sure. All I can be sure of, is two people know who Seraphim is: Me and Rachel. And I haven't seen the two in ages...

Maybe...maybe I'll see if Ashley will still hang out with me...I...I need someone who'll be there. At least to hug me and tell me it's ok. Xi is going off, Strix and Violet are reclusive, and Rika...I can't bear to look at her anymore. She's hiding something.

Yes, you are kiddo. I doubt you are going to sleepovers all the time. Or camps. And you know for a fact I disbelieve there is an All-Los Angeles Young Teen Light Fighter Racing Competition over near Venice Beach.

The only bright side I can think of, revolves around the fact my psychiatrist (aka Xi, who's a Doc of All Trades) saying my mind is looking less like someone dropped class from a fifty story building and took a steamroller over it, and looking like a window a baseball had been thrown through.

I nearly smacked that pizza-loving girl, if not for the fact she had an extgra-large tofu and anchovy pizza strapped to her back.

I'm not that damaged to try and mess with a girl who specializes in Pizza-Based Ammunition Combat when she has the most disgusting pizza in the universe on her back.

I have an IQ, and tactically...I'd probably need the Los Angeles, Thalia Grace, Jason Grace, and most likely I'd need to steal the Durango. Because, I'm sorry, that pizza is a Weapon of Mass Destruction.



And I have no clue how the hell I got from rape to pizza. I guess I'm still damaged goods.

Oh lawd.


Izzy closed the diary, smiling slightly. Maybe tomorrow she'd go and see if Ashley would still be her friend. Because Izzy was running low on the most priceless commodity one can obtain: a friend.

Entry Three, closed.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.