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JT: Middle

by Naomi Smith on 2018-08-31

JT a young woman born in the city of hell. How she survived, escaped, and made something of herself. While haunted by a past she tried to keep secret.
Middle
The Zakurian war behind them JT and her guys are assigned to a new elite team and a top secret mission.

JT: End

by Naomi Smith on 2018-08-24

JT a young woman born in the city of hell. How she survived, escaped, and made something of herself. While haunted by a past she tried to keep secret.
End
JT is lost. Will Kyle and the rest of the team ever find her and if so , in what condition.

JT: BEGINNING

by Naomi Smith on 2018-06-17

JT a young woman born in the city of hell. How she survived, escaped, and made something of herself. While haunted by a past she tried to keep secret.
Beginning
In the small, dingy room with the rain blowing in the broken window, the roaches and rats roaming freely, JT sat watching her mother. She seemed to be acting differently than she usually did after taking a dose of emerald dust. Then, of course, her mother hadn’t forced her, to take some of that green powder first, as she usually did. Normally, when her mother was this far into her high, JT was already consumed by the nightmares that the drug caused her. JT often heard her mother, and the others living in this building, talking about the wonderful experiences the drug gave them. They would see and hear and feel some of the most wondrous and beautiful things. One of the most exciting things, JT remembered them describing, was flying through the stars. The sky like black velvet, with sparkling stars that shone like diamonds, against the blackness. JT liked the stars; often she would sit and look at the stars through the broken glass of the window. She wondered what it would be like to be out there among them, could she get to find out someday. For JT it was just the opposite, she saw horrible things when she was high. There were giant rats and roaches tearing her apart, she could feel them biting and ripping her skin, she could smell the blood. She used to beg her mother not to give her the drug; she tried to explain that she didn’t have good dreams, but the more she begged and cried, the more her mother forced her to take. JT wondered if she was the only one who experienced horrors instead of wonders.


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