Chapter 4

 

His eyes had been hard and cold.

Little Jade had been running. "Nicholas!" she yelled. The little blond boy turned in surprise and Jade tripped into him, sobbing. "Nicholas, it's not my fault!"

The little boy blinked. "What isn't your fault, Jay?" That was his cute little nickname for her. Once Jade had teased him that if he called her that when she was older, she would marry him.

"Your daddy's dead!" she cried.

"Papa? How?" Nicholas asked in surprise.

"He came after me! The Stokars and he was a leader! And Mommy and Daddy and Crystal died! And he killed them! And-"

"Papa wouldn't kill anyone!" Nicholas yelled.

Jade started sobbing again. "But he did! The other soldiers killed Mommy and Daddy! Your daddy killed Crystal!"

"Papa wouldn't kill anyone! You're making it up!" Nicholas screamed.

"I'm not making it up! That's mean, Nicholas!"

"No! Calling Papa a killer is mean! I thought you were a good person, Jade!"

"NO! I am! Your daddy-"

Nicholas leaned into her face, his eyes ice blue, yet heated with anger. "Papa is not a killer!" he hissed. "Papa helps the church! He gives the homeless money and shelter and food! Not once have I seen Papa kill anyone, especially not one of my best friend's family!"

Jade got hysterical. "You don't beleive me?"

"Why should I?" Nicholas pushed her. "You're just like the other kids say! A cold-hearted BITCH!"

Jade gasped, fresh tears swimming in her eyes. Nicholas had never cursed her. Never. "Nikky. . . ."

"Don't you ever talk to me again Jade!" Nicholas yelled. He backed away. "Just stay away!" He turned and ran.

"Nikky!" Jade screamed, her throat raw. "Nikky, wait!" But he didn't wait. He kept running like he was running from hell.

"Nikky. . . ."



Jade sat up, feeling hot and cold at the same time. "Damn . . . I hate remembering. . . ." she whispered.

"Jade?"

Jade looked up and saw a very sleepy looking Francesca standing next to her. "I heard you screamin' . . . bad dream?" Then the blond noticed Jade's choice in pajamas, and turned away, blushing. "Um. . . ."

Jade was used to it. She knew Francesca was turned on by women, and she'd grown used to it easily. Same way with Timmy. It was easy for her to adjust to a person's personality. "Yeah . . . go back to be, Francesca. I'll be fine now."

"Well . . . all right." Francesca backed out, smiling. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"I will." The door closed behind the blond, and Jade sank against her pillow, a hand on her forhead. Even she could tell it was clammy, and heat radiated from her face from fear of the dream. "Nikky."



"Now don't move," Nicholas ordered.

Blaise tilted her head back and smiled. "Are you kidding? And miss the chance of beating the bitch?"

Nicholas chuckled. "Just do as I say."

Blaise was in a huge, cylander tank. In the middle she stood, naked, wires of different colors attached to various body parts. Red wires twined down her body to her legs, two on each thigh, three on her calfs, and one of each foot. These were designed to make her run faster, doge with amazing speed, twist in ways she couldn't before.

Blue wires stuck to her stomach like suction cups, one on each shoulder, and two on her breasts. These would make her slimmer, toner, and have muscles that were quick and accurate on aim.

The glass on the tank was foggy, blurring her body to an outside viewer.

"This will not only make me strong, but sexy," Blaise murmured, smirking in a way that could scare children.
Nicholas glanced up. "Shut up if you want this to work," he barked. He went back to pressing some buttons and pushing switches. Finally he stepped back, laughing. "It's ready." He peered into the tank from the top, seeing her nude body perfectly. "Are you?"

"Yes," Blaise breathed.

He pushed one ladt button, and then screams were heard from the outside. It was horrifying, but Nicholas just smiled.

On the inside was even more terrible.

The wires trembles, and jolts of black elecricity ran through her body. She screamed; the pain was too much. Her thighs were becoming more bulky, her legs sinewy. Skin twisted over her muscles, her stomach caved in, her arms stretched ever so slightly. Her breasts seemed to enlargen as her body shrunk, making her look sexy, dangerous, scary, and lusting.

Eventually the screams died down, and the machine whirred to a stop. When the cylander rolled up, bystanding Stokars gaped.

Blaise arose smoothly, smiling evilly. "Welcome home," Nicholas murmured, pleased with the work.

"This is a pretty damn good job," she purred, walking out to the other soldiers, stark naked. "Isn't it, boys?" Well-trained proffesional assassins of the group even stared, awed, shocked, and lusting badly. Blaise knew this, and she was pleased.

Nicholas seemed to be the only one with control of himself. "Blaise," he said sharply. "Get them kinked up later. We have business." The raven-haired girl smiled, sending chills of pleasure up one's spine.

Nicholas tossed some tight black leather clothes at her. "Wear this," he snapped.

Later Blaise admired herself in the mirror, pleased beyond a normal girl's imagination. A black, high bare midriff showed off her enlarged breasts, the curves of her stomach, and her uncannily healthy slimness. A short mini-skirt barely a few inches past her waist, and high heeled boots with legs going all the way up to mid-thigh.

She bore the symbol of Stokar on her skirt, midriff, and earrings. Long and curving S's, blood red. Her hair seemed more spikey, and her golden eyes more sharp, pupils sharpened to look more like a kitten's.

"Now," Nicholas told her. "Capture Jade. Nothing else. No Gabriel unless he happens to be with her. If you're gone for more than an hour, I will assume you either failed or are wasting your time trying to find Gabriel. Either way, I will take your new powers away, and you can just try and see how Gabriel will like you then."

Blaise felt stung by his last words, but she just smirked. "I'll get the job done," was all she said.

"Now." Nicholas said softly.

Blaise slipped into the darkness of night, running swiftly, smoothly, and completely silent in the night.