Chapter 18
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Jasons scream pierced out into the night. His own sense of guilt crushing him.
( What am I?) Jason stared down at his hands unsure of what he was scared of the violence that he could commit without batting an eyelash. He feared the monster within him and he hated that monster. That even as he was here wallowing in his own guilt still screamed out for blood. Demanding Jason fulfill its desire. Even in his weakest moment, he could still couldn't ignore the pounding in his heart its lust for violence laid bare before him.
"Please help me" he begged. To who he was unaware. He simply wanted someone to help. Help him understand what he was.
"I don't want to be like this"
"I don't want to be a monster"
Jason continued to cry out pathetically. Unsure of what to do anymore.
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Back at Vervain, there was a parade of police officers taking everyone's statement.
"So what you're telling me is that everyone here saw a guy in a black shirt and blue jeans beat the shit out of the blonde guy and then you turned around and he disappeared into thin air?" Questioned the Police Officer. He asked again to double check the information that he was just given. The case had all sorts of discrepancies ranging from people giving an inaccurate statement about the man's appearance to where he went after the assault. The police looked through the security camera's but the tape skipped in places that just skimmed over the assault all they could see was the blonde man stomping up to the dark haired man and slapping the woman next to him and then the tape skipped to the blonde man laying there in a pool of his own blood. The only people who could clearly see everything were the people sitting in the booth and apparently they were all friends with the brunette man so their testimony was shaky and two of the men completely refused to speak without a lawyer present so the police couldn't get anything out of them either. The case had the cops in a doozy. No one could give them an accurate statement. So the big shots in the force sent in their best detective to make heads and tails of this whole situation. Luke Gallo was a top-notch detective. He's cracked countless cold cases. From billionaire kidnappings to drug cartels. Everyone from the police force idolized him he was an absolute rockstar. Standing at 6 foot 4 inches he was badass in human form. As soon as he stepped into the bar all eyes were on him. The only ones that came even close to his aura were the 4 Carraway brothers. They stood there like mountains of muscle glaring at each other.
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Jasons scream pierced out into the night. His own sense of guilt crushing him.
( What am I?) Jason stared down at his hands unsure of what he was scared of the violence that he could commit without batting an eyelash. He feared the monster within him and he hated that monster. That even as he was here wallowing in his own guilt still screamed out for blood. Demanding Jason fulfill its desire. Even in his weakest moment, he could still couldn't ignore the pounding in his heart its lust for violence laid bare before him.
"Please help me" he begged. To who he was unaware. He simply wanted someone to help. Help him understand what he was.
"I don't want to be like this"
"I don't want to be a monster"
Jason continued to cry out pathetically. Unsure of what to do anymore.
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Back at Vervain, there was a parade of police officers taking everyone's statement.
"So what you're telling me is that everyone here saw a guy in a black shirt and blue jeans beat the shit out of the blonde guy and then you turned around and he disappeared into thin air?" Questioned the Police Officer. He asked again to double check the information that he was just given. The case had all sorts of discrepancies ranging from people giving an inaccurate statement about the man's appearance to where he went after the assault. The police looked through the security camera's but the tape skipped in places that just skimmed over the assault all they could see was the blonde man stomping up to the dark haired man and slapping the woman next to him and then the tape skipped to the blonde man laying there in a pool of his own blood. The only people who could clearly see everything were the people sitting in the booth and apparently they were all friends with the brunette man so their testimony was shaky and two of the men completely refused to speak without a lawyer present so the police couldn't get anything out of them either. The case had the cops in a doozy. No one could give them an accurate statement. So the big shots in the force sent in their best detective to make heads and tails of this whole situation. Luke Gallo was a top-notch detective. He's cracked countless cold cases. From billionaire kidnappings to drug cartels. Everyone from the police force idolized him he was an absolute rockstar. Standing at 6 foot 4 inches he was badass in human form. As soon as he stepped into the bar all eyes were on him. The only ones that came even close to his aura were the 4 Carraway brothers. They stood there like mountains of muscle glaring at each other.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJasons scream pierced out into the night. His own sense of guilt crushing him. What am I? Jason stared down at his hands unsure of what he was scared of the violence that he could commit without batting an eyelash. He feared the monster within him and he hated that monster. That even as he was here wallowing in his own guilt still screamed out for blood. Demanding Jason fulfill its desire. Even in his weakest moment, he could still couldn't ignore the pounding in his heart its lust for violence laid bare before him."Please help me" he begged. To who he was unaware. He simply wanted someone to help. Help him understand what he was."I don't want to be like this""I don't want to be a monster"Jason continued to cry out pathetically. Unsure of what to do anymore.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Back at Vervain, there was a parade of police officers taking everyone's statement."So what you're telling me is that everyone here saw a guy in a black shirt and blue jeans beat the shit out of the blonde guy and then you turned around and he disappeared into thin air?" Questioned the Police Officer. He asked again to double check the information that he was just given. The case had all sorts of discrepancies ranging from people giving an inaccurate statement about the man's appearance to where he went after the assault. The police looked through the security camera's but the tape skipped in places that just skimmed over the assault all they could see was the blonde man stomping up to the dark haired man and slapping the woman next to him and then the tape skipped to the blonde man laying there in a pool of his own blood. The only people who could clearly see everything were the people sitting in the booth and apparently they were all friends with the brunette man so their testimony was shaky and two of the men completely refused to speak without a lawyer present so the police couldn't get anything out of them either. The case had the cops in a doozy. No one could give them an accurate statement. So the big shots in the force sent in their best detective to make heads and tails of this whole situation. Luke Gallo was a top-notch detective. He's cracked countless cold cases. From billionaire kidnappings to drug cartels. Everyone from the police force idolized him he was an absolute rockstar. Standing at 6 foot 4 inches he was badass in human form. As soon as he stepped into the bar all eyes were on him. The only ones that came even close to his aura were the 4 Carraway brothers. They stood there like mountains of muscle glaring at each other.
