Part 384: Break Away
January 8th, 2009
The alarm clock began it’s buzzing at 4:45 am. The young blonde in the bed next to it reached over with a strained hand to silence it. She twisted around and yawned. It was her first day on her new job and she was worried. As a result of the new administration from the Mayor, she was promoted from being a beat cop to a homicide detective. She already knew that she would have to gain the respect of her fellow police officer. Not only was she a female but she had the unique distinction of being the youngest homicide detective in history.
Jenny could only legally drink last month.
The young woman stood up and walked into the kitchen of her two story home. She still had a few boxes left to unpack. She gently splashed water on her face to wake herself up. She had to get ready for her morning workout. She was doing it every morning since she was 17. It kept her skills up and helped her master her Jeet Kune Do abilites.
Jenny walked down the stairs of her brand new home. The blonde woman was smirking about how she got it. The two story home was a Christmas present from Hurley. More normal people got IPODS but Jenny got a house. She didn’t refuse the gift; even thought her mother begged her too. Jenny just told her it was a side benefit of having rich friends. Out of the side door to the basement came the little pug that was Jenny’s pet. He was a gift from Sarah on Christmas too. Nobody liked the name the young cop gave her dog but she liked it cause of his funny demeanor. “Morning, Squishface.” She said, picking him up and hugging him, “You been guarding the basement for me?”
The pug licked her on the chin as a sign of the love he gave her. Jenny put the little dog down as it scurried across the tiled kitchen floor. She then walked over to the canister of dog food and poured Squishface his morning breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was kind enough not to beg for food when the time came but she still made sure he was fed. Jenny then stretched out her neck and then walked into the foyer to begin her workout.
She calmly tied her hair back and walked into the large room, clicking on the lights. To each side of the empty room was four tennis ball launchers. On the far side of the room resting on the shelf was a simple CD player with speakers. Jenny picked up the nearby remote to the player and pressed PLAY. She then ran toward the back and flicked the ON switch to the surge protector that was plugged into the drop cord that led to all the tennis ball cannons. She then ran toward the other wall and as she did, the tennis balls began to fly into the air. Jenny the flipped and dodged all of them. The music then began to fill the foyer as she continued flipping and dodging the tennis balls. It was Big Pig’s song, Can’t Break Away.
all my life i wanted to fly
like the birds that you see way up in the sky
making circles in the morning sun
flying high in the sky 'till the day is done
i can't break away
A tennis ball flew toward Jenny’s face and she slammed her fist into it, knocking it away. Another one flew at her from behind and she dodged it as easily as if she was standing still. Two more came at her and she jumped up, dodging one and drop kicking the other away. The music still flooded her ears.
like a child in his fantasy
punching holes in the wall of reality
all my life i wanted to fly
but i don't have the wings and i wonder why
i can't break away
Jenny quickly bent down, allowing two tennis balls to fly over her head by inches. She then tucked in her knees and then did a back flip. As she did, she slammed her fists outward; striking two more green balls that were about to hit her.
woah well my momma told me when i was young
stand tall birdie your number one
she said but you can be what you want to be
but you can't change the course of your destiny
i can't break away
The words rang true in her head. Jenny would often wonder what her destiny was. She thought it was to be a world renowned soccer champion. However, several years ago she crash landed on a mysterious Island and her world was changed. She had to kill to stay alive and protect the ones she loved. She lost some good friends over there. One to death and one due to his mysterious origins. Jack told her of the story that Raven and he had a conversation by the fire. She wished she could have been there with him. However, Raven was different; reborn by a machine with sentience. She didn’t know how he would react to the normal world but she missed him none the less. Jenny then slammed her fist into one tennis ball coming toward her and then slammed her fist into a second one. She stopped and took a deep breath as the cannons were left spitting out nothing but air. The song then yelled it’s final lyric.
I CAN’T BREAK AWAY!
Jenny took a deep breath, as the sweat rolled off her back. The lyric rang in her head over and over. Thanks to Jack, she was able to break away from her past. She left the trials and danger of the Island behind her. She missed Martin and she missed Raven but she was able to move forward with her life. Jenny opened her eyes and giggled when she saw Squishface gnawing on a tennis ball and rolling around. “Yeah, I don’t think that tennis ball would stand a chance against you, Squishy.” She smiled.
Jenny had gotten her shower and got dressed. It was going to be a cold day, even for California. She sat down and made herself a cheese bagel with a diet coke. After she finished it, she placed on her side arm and picked up her new detective’s badge. She then put on her jacket and got her car keys. She walked over toward the living room. Squishface was sitting in her recliner. The TV was playing the local news. There was a slew of reporters standing outside the downtown police station where Jenny was headed. The local news reports, David Nevermind, was already there. “We are here at Precinct 28 where the mayor will be welcoming the first ever all female homicide division that she promoted from various female police officers all over the city,” he continued, “This comes short of the famous Goddess Slayings that rocked Lost Angeles four months ago. Detective Edmin Wallace was unavailable for comment. We’ll be here in the two hours where the mayor is expected to show up along with the six police officers she chose to fulfill these positions. Among them are famous Flight 815 survivors Kellye Schroeder, Jenny Baker and Ana-Lucia Cortez and as Ms Baker makes history as the youngest detective in Los Angeles.”
“And I’ll be the best I can be, moron,” Jenny motioned, picking up her baseball cap.
Squishface looked up to his owner, flapping his tongue out. The young woman bent down and kissed him on the top of the head. “Keep an eye out for me, Squishy,” she laughed, “I’ll probably be on TV. But don’t watch it all day. It’ll rot your brain.”
The pug ignored her as she walked toward the door. As she did, she passed the wall of pictures and other stuff that gave her meaning every morning. The picture of her and Sarah; then the picture of her, Sarah and Jack. The christmas photo of her and Kellye poseing with three year old Aaron. The portrait of Martin that his family allowed her to have. The photo of her and Kristy on the beach with Sawyer. Last but not least, the mounted knunchucks given to her by Raven. She gently rubbed her hand over them like she had done every morning for the past two years. Jenny took a deep breath, opening the door and locking it behind her . She flipped up her car keys and walked to her Avalanche truck. She had to leave soon if she was going to beat the Los Angeles traffic.
The alarm clock began it’s buzzing at 4:45 am. The young blonde in the bed next to it reached over with a strained hand to silence it. She twisted around and yawned. It was her first day on her new job and she was worried. As a result of the new administration from the Mayor, she was promoted from being a beat cop to a homicide detective. She already knew that she would have to gain the respect of her fellow police officer. Not only was she a female but she had the unique distinction of being the youngest homicide detective in history.
Jenny could only legally drink last month.
The young woman stood up and walked into the kitchen of her two story home. She still had a few boxes left to unpack. She gently splashed water on her face to wake herself up. She had to get ready for her morning workout. She was doing it every morning since she was 17. It kept her skills up and helped her master her Jeet Kune Do abilites.
Jenny walked down the stairs of her brand new home. The blonde woman was smirking about how she got it. The two story home was a Christmas present from Hurley. More normal people got IPODS but Jenny got a house. She didn’t refuse the gift; even thought her mother begged her too. Jenny just told her it was a side benefit of having rich friends. Out of the side door to the basement came the little pug that was Jenny’s pet. He was a gift from Sarah on Christmas too. Nobody liked the name the young cop gave her dog but she liked it cause of his funny demeanor. “Morning, Squishface.” She said, picking him up and hugging him, “You been guarding the basement for me?”
The pug licked her on the chin as a sign of the love he gave her. Jenny put the little dog down as it scurried across the tiled kitchen floor. She then walked over to the canister of dog food and poured Squishface his morning breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was kind enough not to beg for food when the time came but she still made sure he was fed. Jenny then stretched out her neck and then walked into the foyer to begin her workout.
She calmly tied her hair back and walked into the large room, clicking on the lights. To each side of the empty room was four tennis ball launchers. On the far side of the room resting on the shelf was a simple CD player with speakers. Jenny picked up the nearby remote to the player and pressed PLAY. She then ran toward the back and flicked the ON switch to the surge protector that was plugged into the drop cord that led to all the tennis ball cannons. She then ran toward the other wall and as she did, the tennis balls began to fly into the air. Jenny the flipped and dodged all of them. The music then began to fill the foyer as she continued flipping and dodging the tennis balls. It was Big Pig’s song, Can’t Break Away.
all my life i wanted to fly
like the birds that you see way up in the sky
making circles in the morning sun
flying high in the sky 'till the day is done
i can't break away
A tennis ball flew toward Jenny’s face and she slammed her fist into it, knocking it away. Another one flew at her from behind and she dodged it as easily as if she was standing still. Two more came at her and she jumped up, dodging one and drop kicking the other away. The music still flooded her ears.
like a child in his fantasy
punching holes in the wall of reality
all my life i wanted to fly
but i don't have the wings and i wonder why
i can't break away
Jenny quickly bent down, allowing two tennis balls to fly over her head by inches. She then tucked in her knees and then did a back flip. As she did, she slammed her fists outward; striking two more green balls that were about to hit her.
woah well my momma told me when i was young
stand tall birdie your number one
she said but you can be what you want to be
but you can't change the course of your destiny
i can't break away
The words rang true in her head. Jenny would often wonder what her destiny was. She thought it was to be a world renowned soccer champion. However, several years ago she crash landed on a mysterious Island and her world was changed. She had to kill to stay alive and protect the ones she loved. She lost some good friends over there. One to death and one due to his mysterious origins. Jack told her of the story that Raven and he had a conversation by the fire. She wished she could have been there with him. However, Raven was different; reborn by a machine with sentience. She didn’t know how he would react to the normal world but she missed him none the less. Jenny then slammed her fist into one tennis ball coming toward her and then slammed her fist into a second one. She stopped and took a deep breath as the cannons were left spitting out nothing but air. The song then yelled it’s final lyric.
I CAN’T BREAK AWAY!
Jenny took a deep breath, as the sweat rolled off her back. The lyric rang in her head over and over. Thanks to Jack, she was able to break away from her past. She left the trials and danger of the Island behind her. She missed Martin and she missed Raven but she was able to move forward with her life. Jenny opened her eyes and giggled when she saw Squishface gnawing on a tennis ball and rolling around. “Yeah, I don’t think that tennis ball would stand a chance against you, Squishy.” She smiled.
Jenny had gotten her shower and got dressed. It was going to be a cold day, even for California. She sat down and made herself a cheese bagel with a diet coke. After she finished it, she placed on her side arm and picked up her new detective’s badge. She then put on her jacket and got her car keys. She walked over toward the living room. Squishface was sitting in her recliner. The TV was playing the local news. There was a slew of reporters standing outside the downtown police station where Jenny was headed. The local news reports, David Nevermind, was already there. “We are here at Precinct 28 where the mayor will be welcoming the first ever all female homicide division that she promoted from various female police officers all over the city,” he continued, “This comes short of the famous Goddess Slayings that rocked Lost Angeles four months ago. Detective Edmin Wallace was unavailable for comment. We’ll be here in the two hours where the mayor is expected to show up along with the six police officers she chose to fulfill these positions. Among them are famous Flight 815 survivors Kellye Schroeder, Jenny Baker and Ana-Lucia Cortez and as Ms Baker makes history as the youngest detective in Los Angeles.”
“And I’ll be the best I can be, moron,” Jenny motioned, picking up her baseball cap.
Squishface looked up to his owner, flapping his tongue out. The young woman bent down and kissed him on the top of the head. “Keep an eye out for me, Squishy,” she laughed, “I’ll probably be on TV. But don’t watch it all day. It’ll rot your brain.”
The pug ignored her as she walked toward the door. As she did, she passed the wall of pictures and other stuff that gave her meaning every morning. The picture of her and Sarah; then the picture of her, Sarah and Jack. The christmas photo of her and Kellye poseing with three year old Aaron. The portrait of Martin that his family allowed her to have. The photo of her and Kristy on the beach with Sawyer. Last but not least, the mounted knunchucks given to her by Raven. She gently rubbed her hand over them like she had done every morning for the past two years. Jenny took a deep breath, opening the door and locking it behind her . She flipped up her car keys and walked to her Avalanche truck. She had to leave soon if she was going to beat the Los Angeles traffic.
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