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Created on 2008-09-08 19:39:11 (#16546225), last updated 2008-12-25

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Name:	jacky faber
Birthdate:	1980-10-02

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My story is the story o' the normal tragic teen. Y'know, drugs, alcohol, gangs, the works.

I guess I could start from the beginnin'. Back to when I used to be a normal kid and all that. I had a mom, a dad, and a little sister. Lasted all of eight years before I lost them all. Dad got sick, then mom did, then my little sister did. I had the right antibodies or something, the other's didn't have a chance.

After that I was in an orphanage. Y'know, waitin' around to be adopted and all that pretty stuff. I stayed in the orphanage for a few years. I was a good little girl and followed all the rules, back then. But places like that change a person. Wasn't long 'till I saw why.

My fist bad experience was with some kids. Drug dealers love orphanages. No one's ever watchin' the kids properly. Wasn't any different in my case either. I woke up one night to see some kid standin' by my bed. Kid got real scared and took off 'fore I even saw who it was. But somethin' hurt in my arm. I looked down and sure enough, there was a needle stickin' in it. Boy run off 'fore he could even inject me with whatever drug it was. Then it wasn't just 'im who was real scared, but I was. Drug dealers love to send kids in to get others addicted. The more addicted kids y'get the more money y'make. But I wasn't stickin' round for that. So I ran away.

After I was out on the street for awhile I realized I wasn't cut out for it. I was sure I was goin' to die out there. That's when I met Charlie. And the Brotherhood. Charlie was tryin' to get into the Brotherhood, so he brought me along with 'im. Brotherhood laughed their asses off at a girl wantin' to join, only boys allowed and all, but they said if I was dumb enough to try then to let me. Charlie took me back to the orphanage with 'im and told me no one messes with the Brotherhood, so I'd be safe there once again. And sure enough, he was right.

For a year Charlie and I did whatever the Brotherhood asked us too. Helped 'em out when they stole stuff, vandalized places, all sorts of mischief. Cops didn't bother to try to stop us cause there were too many o' us and they'd have stopped any cop that tried. Everything was great 'till the night we were supposed to be official members of the Brotherhood. We each got our own gun and everythin', all we had to do was rob this store. No one there or nothin' so it'd be real easy. Then we'd really be in the Brotherhood.

But there was someone there.

We were twelve years old, and we were robbin' a man's store. And the man was still there. He come's out yellin' and hollerin' at us... and wavin' his gun around. Charlie yells at the man to shut up. That made him real mad. Next thing I know Charlie's lying on the ground next to me with a bullet in 'is head. I was next. I didn't even think about it, just fired the gun. Then the Brotherhood's yellin', the man and Charlie are bleedin' all over the floor, cops are on their way... I grabbed my best friend's gun and I ran away.

I was officially a part of the Brotherhood.

After that I was bounced from foster home to foster home 'till I was stuck at this one home for a few years. The couple there had a ton o' foster kids, all for the purpose o' gettin' those government checks. The man there... he was real cruel. Hated kids and loved to hit 'em. He'd go after those kids and I'd take a swing at 'im myself. In the end I was the one that got hit for the kid's sake. But that was okay. As long as they were safe.

But one night he went to far. Screamin' and shoutin'. He hit Amelia and I lost it. I screamed at 'im and told 'im I'd kill 'im if he ever touched the kids again. He hit me hard and I cracked my head on the table 'fore he started kickin' me. My purse was next to me and there was Charlie's gun in it, so I took it out and held it on 'im. But I couldn't pull the trigger... so I ran away. Grabbed my stuff and ran to the only person I knew I could trust. My twenty-eight year old teacher... Did I mention I was in love with him and he apparently loved me back?

Life's a bitch.

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Jacky Faber is property of L.A. Meyer. She is from the series Bloody Jack. This version of her is an AU. Her canon has been changed from a series about a pirate girl in the 1800's to a high school teen in a gang. I do not own Jacky nor am I Willa Holland, her PB. I am just a girl playing them out.

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