| April 1993 - New York |
Inside a police station, 8 year old Janine Hines was sitting in a corner. Like a dunce. Her foster mother was literally dropping her off after another incident at home, "I can't. I Just can't. We've tried everything and she responds with her little fists," the woman explained to a social worker and police officer.
"What happened to being so sure ma'am? Weren't you told about her past?!" The social worker asked.
"I was. I've rehabilitated 5 but ..." She shook her head, "she rejects ... Everything. I won't take her back with the other kids."
"Just give me the paperwork when you finish with it."
The social worker handed the lady paper and pen and the foster mother ended up writing 3 pages worth of examples and dates of issues with little Janine, who hadn't said a word since being brought in. When she was finished, she handed it back to them, "if you need more information, you know how to find me," she left.
The officer shook his head and left the social worker to go talk to the sheriff, "excuse me sir.."
Sheriff Ames looked from his desk and looked to his officer, "what, Jones?"
"There's this kid in the Ms Anell's office that the foster parent dropped off ... Returning her like a dress at Macy's."
"Are you shittin me?" He rolled his eyes and followed Jones out to meet the little girl, "so what did they say was the reasoning?"
"I'll give you some highlights from what she wrote down ... Fighting," he held up a finger with each example, "fighting. Fighting. Anger." He put his hand down, "this woman is basically calling this tiny 8 year old the She Hulk. Said she's always angry, fighting the other kids and tryng to start fires."
Doc shook his head and went to the office. "This cute little thing?" He squatted down, "what's your name?"
"I'm not cute," she responded with her best angry face.
"You didn't answer my question.." he continued smiling.
She looked at him, "Ja ... Nine."
"I'm Doc, its so nice to meet you.." he held his hand out to her.
She shook his hand, "you're gonna forget you met me soon."
"How could i?" He looked to the social worker, "i may have a place for her."
"Where? She's been through 5 homes in 2 years."
"With me... my wife has been wanting a little girl for some time now."
"I don't know, sheriff ...?"
"What is there not to know about?" He challenged her.
"Nothing," she just nodded, and went to get a load of papers.
"Thank you" Doc rolled his eyes and then looked to Janine, "do you want to color, Janine?"
"No. Coloring is for losers."
"L-o-s-e-r. Loser!" She said in her best mock spelling bee voice.
"Foster mom said she's very smart ... and only 8 ... Book and street," Jones handed Sheriff Ames some paperwork.
"This kid's got bite..." he smiled and signed the papers, "you hungry Janine?"
"I want a cheese steak."
"Cheese steak it is.."
"Deal," she got out of the chair and headed to the door, "let's go see my temporary home."
Doc smiled, "im gone for the night," He told the officer.
| 13 Years Later |
At 21 years old, Janine was sitting in a chair across from Doc's desk. They were at his home office and she had her arms folded, much like she did most of her life when there was something going on she wanted to change or just flat out hated. Her back was straight, her legs were crossed and her hair in a messy birds nest of a bun, "I'm bored. You just need to let me out of here. I'm too damn old for a curfew or whatever you call this shit. I'm 21 today."
"So the fuck what, and what happens when you find trouble? You call daddy to bail you out, Janine?"
"I can't do that because I don't know who that is," she blinked one too many times and then raised an eyebrow as if wanting to laugh.
He glared at her, "get the fuck out of my office. I have to make calls."
"Okay," she jumped up and hurried out, grabbing a pair of car keys on the way.
"Janine get back here!"
She stopped abruptly, backed up, hung the keys back on the hook and sighed, "I need to get out of here!"
"30 minutes... be good"
"ICE CREAM!" She grabbed the keys and ran out.
Janine came back some hours later, very quietly. Then snuck the keys to Doc's office then snuck up to her room.
| Morning |
The next morning, Doc was downstairs waiting on her at breakfast, "that ice cream was so good last night, old man."
"The ice cream that took you 3 hours to get? Why are you spying on my son? "
She blinked, "I'm not."
"Yes you are, Milo followed you."
"Milo is stupid, everyone knows that." Janine quipped.
Doc threw a manila envelope on the table, then took out some pictures.
Janine just looked at the photos, not saying a word. When he flipped through them all, she sighed, "I was at the ice cream shop."
He grabbed her wrist, "what the fuck are you doing stalking, Maddox?!"
"Vanilla ice cream! Hello!?" She snatched her wrist and sat down, "I was only looking."
"I understand, puberty is a bitch, but there are other ways to get a date, Janine."
"I'm long past puberty and still a virgin thanks to you." She sank down into her seat, "I want to date him."
Doc sighed, "I will bring him by once. Nothing come of it then nothing will come off it."
Smiling, "you will?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"Ooooh thank you!" She went and hugged him.
Doc didn't hug her back, just loosened her arms some. He knew Janine was a good kid and therefore had potential to be a great thing to his son. When Janine let go, Doc trashed the pictures and drank his coffee.
| 2 Days Later |
Janine combed her curly hair and put on a dress, rushing downstairs to greet him, "Oh hi ... Maddox ... I didn't know you were coming."
"Who are you?" Maddox questioned as he looked around.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. I'm Janine. Hi."
"Maddox." He responded dryly.
"Nice to meet you, Maddox ..." She smiled ... And smiled ... And smiled, then turned around and looked at Doc, cheesing still.
"Dad... this the girl who lives here?" Maddox asked of Janine. Yes, Doc and Lynn outright adopted Janine, but she was never taken home. Instead, Doc took her to his hideout house. The one he would use for 'business' purposes. There, she was raised and trained and hardly ever allowed out.
"Same one." Doc responded.
"Hmm ..." he stared her down. "Got it..." Maddox was 23 and had become less of a talker.
"Let's go sit down!" Janine suggested, then got behind Doc and gently pushed him to the couches.
"How are you?" Maddox asked.
"Me?" Janine stopped pushing and pointed at herself, then slowly sat down, "great ... Doing well ... Im awesome," she cleared her throat, "fine. How are you?"
"Well. How old are you? "
"21 ... A few days ago. Doc let me go get ice cream. Vanilla."
"And she stalked you..." Doc told on her
Maddox shot her a look, "what the fuck for?"
"Uhmmmm," Janine slowly turned to Doc, "I was having ice cream. I told you this."
Doc shook his head, "she wants to date you, son."
"Tell her to say it," Maddox responded.
"He's right. You're both right," she smiled at Maddox and tilted her head to the side, "would you like to go out sometime?"
"Maybe," Janine nodded and looked at Doc, satisfied.
"Yeah yeah." Doc chuckled at her.
"So, who are you? What's your story?" Maddox just looked at her with a straight face, "its like you didn't exist until this second, so ..." he waited.
"I've ... been ..." She said hesitantly, "training."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I ..." She swallowed hard. "Uhm ..." Janine looked at Doc for help. She didn't know how to answer his questions. "I have ... anger problems ...?"
"Just tell him what you feel comfortable with ..." Doc encouraged.
"Anger problems has nothing to do about your life. Unless it does. Dont be so vague." Maddox couldn't stand when people talked in pieces.
"I ... Like ... to hurt people. When he brought me here, he told Me it was okay. That he'd teach me so many ways to hurt people that I'd be happy. He was right," she started to smile. "I've been over sheltered ... obviously ... so my social skills suck but ... I like you so I've been watching you until I could figure out what to do about it. Does that answer your question?"
Maddox let out a chuckle without a hint of a smile on his face, "what made you start following me? This is my first time seeing you, so how'd you see me? My dad doesn't have a single picture of me in this house."
"Cameras." She answered quickly.
"Surveillance in the house ..." Doc nodded.
"Hmm ..." Maddox cleared his throat, "dad, ready to shoot?" Doc told him they were going to target practice. That was how he got him out the house.
"We're not doin that. I just wanted you to meet Janine. She's a good girl."
"Oh ... I get it. You're her wing man." Maddox shook his head.
Doc shrugged his shoulders, "maybe."
Janine smiled uncontrollably, "he's the sweetest person in the world. Thanks Doc."
"Pops, this ain't a face of a trained killer."
"I know, she's cute right?"
"I'm cute!" She pointed to herself. "No one ever sees me coming. Or hears me."
"Yeah ... Well show me around." He looked down to Janine.
"Okay." They started walking, "we can go to the training room first."
Maddox nodded and followed her through the house. He looked around, "so aside from being a trained killer, what else have you been doing all your life?"
"Only studying. I just got a tv on my 18th birthday. Not that I needed it since I had the internet. But still ... not much else."
"You're missing nothing. You should spend time reading a book anyway"
"I do that."
"Hmm, very good." Maddox wasn't that impressed by the girl, but on the flip she was gorgeous. He was intrigued by her style of kill, "so, what is your specialty?"
"Depends on the job. I prefer torture until death ... lots of screaming, " she got excited, "and blood." Closing her eyes, "God yes." She whispered. "Anything else ... one snap shop."
"You're fuckin twisted.." he stood in front of her, looking down, "who made you this way?"
"I was always a little ... odd ... Doc encouraged me to find what makes it work for me. That was it."
He let out his first smirk, "that's pops. I'm living proof of that as well."
They started walking again, "your dad is amazing. I learned so much from him. Fast. You have to learn fast when a person that size is kicking your ass."
"I know it. He's made me very good with my hands"
"I know ..." She grinned.
"Stalker. How would you like it if i stalked you?"
"I'm fine with that."
"Listen, ill take you out, but all that weird shit has to stay at home. If you need to read a damn book, or watch a fuckin youtube video on how to be a gotdamn lady, you do that. Got it?"
"Weird shit? YouTube has videos on how to be a lady?! Why didn't anyone tell me? Wow."
"Yeah none of that weird shit and most likely. .. ask pops if you need questions answered. We'll go tomorrow night."