Twilight Thoughts

[Jeremy Hunter]

Izzy was sitting on the small couch by her window, a pillow clutched to her chest, her chin resting on the soft down. She hadn't moved much in a few days; Excluding the bathroom and meals, she had been there, sleeping or thinking. Her mind was filled with clutter, clutter she couldn't organize. Her mind was a mess, and it wasn't cooperating with her. Nothing would go straight; all flipped around and turned like fighters in a dogfight. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, then touched her lips. Part of her problem was the absence of her girlfriend, Ashley. The girl had been through so much, and Izzy just wanted to hold her. But she was gone, and now she couldn't even smile at the girl.

Izzy slowly sat up and reached for her PDA. All she had left was to put all she could down in a diary.

Entry One: The Beginning

I'm unsure of what to put onto here...I've been through so much, I have to let it out....

Might as well start at the beginning....



I was born at Fort Edwards, on Los Angeles. I was near the main city of LA City, but I never visited it until I turned ten. My father wouldn't let me off the base, and refused to let my brother even take me outside the fence. Zack said it was because of what happened to Mom. Drunk driver broadsided her car three weeks after I was born. She was just heading down the street to pick up some more formula.

Zack, who was only four, showed a surprising maturity for his age. Dad had to get sitters and nannies, but Zack was the one who did the most. After his fifth birthday, he helped me walk. At my third birthday, he helped me read my birthday card from the Base crew. Every milestone of my life can be traced back to Zack's maturity and care. He was around twelve when I turned ten, and a reckless guy he was. He snuck off base daily to go explore; he learned how to use a knife from the marines on Fort Edwards, and even how to shoot one of the smaller firearms.

It was a marine named Alfred Korselli that suggested, for Zack's birthday, he take me out and have his birthday with me wherever. I wasn't afraid to leave - actually, I wanted to leave so badly. I didn't hesitate to follow him. I remember what I was wearing, the day we went out. My favorite white dress, which had a tear across the hems that brought it to just below my knees. My tennis shoes, of course. No light blue sandals for me outside Edwards. We ran off before the patrols found us...not that it would matter, as Zack knew every guard who was on this shift. They didn't care if he snuck out; Not many people liked Michael Archer. He might be respected, but his strictness to military protocol and confinement of his daughter didn't garner him many friends...

We ran out, and headed into the city. I was entranced by it all. So many places, so many people. None of them military; all were laughing and smiling, some maybe looking serious as they talked on phones, but in all, everyone wasn't military; they were like me. Innocent, carefree. No blood on their hands, no need to defend the Republic from any and all threats. It was amazing to me.

We came to a park, where we had a picnic near the lake. Zack had made sandwiches, and packed soda and fruit. He even managed to smuggle some slices of his birthday cake out, and we had dinner. It was some pretty good cake, but the sandwiches could have used some work. Aunt Alexis was a phenomenal cook; she came by alot, after Uncle Thomas died. We felt sorry for her. Her children were gone, and well. I swear I met one, that day we had the picnic. He just came up and said hello to Zack, who greeted him like an old friend. He was handsome and weird; his hair was all spiky, but his eyes shone blue and bright. he wore some red attire with Fleur-de-lises on the arms and legs; Zack later told me he had a slight flamboyant side, liking the unusual designs. That didn't matter to me. All that I knew was that there was a spark of sorts. I want to say love at first sight, but that was childish. He merely smiled at me, and I nearly swooned. He had to leave, but he at least left me a name.
I'm Jeremy.
And he left.

Nine years passed, and I did not see him. I was sixteen when Dark Halo recruited me for the Terminal, under the beautiful Songstress. The years of 815 to 817 were strange. I met Ellie Hunter, my second crush and...well, second kiss. I had stolen a kiss from Jeremy months before, when he re-appeared one day to speak to Zack. He was surprised and taken back, but I merely hugged him and ran off. I was a foolish girl back then, oblivious to reality. I just went along with whatever, and ended up, at seventeen, almost being arrested in Bretonia. It was for Project: Archangel for Morgenroete, the Terminal's Black Ops division. I can't say more here, but...that was the first step to Morgenroete's starting of the Archives. Alicante.

It was 817 AS when I finally was handed back my Raven's Talon, the Midnight Roar, from Ellie. I then began to stay around Liberty, and, in 818 AS...a few months before the Valentine Hunt...Jeremy found me again. He never changed; he seemed timeless. But, I had turned nineteen just a few days ago...and he confessed. It was cheesy, and cliche, and filled with stuttering. But he said it. He always loved me. I feel like some little girl, like some story character....but it happened. We did it that night at my home. I still remember his surprise when I...uh, wait, Rika is a little hacking monster. I better not go into details...

In the end, I ended up pregnant. I nearly miscarriaged near the middle of the Valentine Hunt, when Nathanial Valentine nearly murdered my love. Jeremy should be dead. He should have never recovered. But he did. I want to say it was because of me, but no. Not just me. It was for Rika. For Ellie. For Seth, the asshat. He survived. My heart, which had been broken so badly...it was mended. That gaping wound, healed. I finally could tell him of what was in me...Soren...Sora...the names we chose for the kids. But Jeremy was The Order, hated in Liberty, and ridiculed and despised by the Navy and LSF alike. He destroyed the DNA records of himself at Los Angeles, then left me with my brother.

We struggled for a few months, until Alexis Hunter came. She and Rika qualified for Navy help, and, when she took me in, and soon after, Strix and Xi de Mortis, we all had a decent apartment on the Navy dime. Rent was free, but utilities, food, electricity...that was on us. Strix and Xi had savings, and I had the full backing of the Hunter Family Fortune, as did Alexis, but she chose not to use it. Alexis didn't like using the money her father had made, but when the going got tough, I used it. The company was no small thing, and kept the bank full. That was our small saving grace, I guess. That the family was rich. But Alexis lived a bit simply. Not bland or bread and water, but she didn't need much. She loved to cook fancy, althought. I guess everyone has a sort of vice. Now I'm rambling.

It was us. Me, Alexis, Rika, Strix, Xi. Soren and Sora. Together we lived there, with me becoming Alexis's goddaughter. When she told me, I shamelessly burst into tears and clutched her tightly. I wanted a mother so badly, and now I had one. It was the happiest moment of my life, having a mother. My own mother...I barely knew her. All I can thank her for is giving me life.

I'd talk about Violet and Trinity, but they came after it. But I can't go on...I'm already crying...I want Ash...I want my love....oh frakk it. I want Jeremy. I...I want him back...


Entry One, closed.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.