It's Complicated

Leverage

Jay POV

I was vaguely aware of my surroundings as I woke up again. The blood slowly dripping from my wrist is what really made me aware of my regaining conscious. I was terrified to open my eyes, terrified to face the dangers that I was sure that were around me. A small part of me knew that they were just waiting, whoever they may be. 

Even though I was terrified to the bone of what was around me, I felt a sudden calmness take over. They couldn't keep me here forever. I would be leaving this place, either alive or not. I really hope that it is alive. They aren't getting anything out of me any other way.  There was absolutely no way that I would even consider it.

I don't know why everything is getting revolved around me. I hated this type of attention. I just wanted to be Jay for once, and that was apparently too much to ask for. Mask after mask after mask. Runaway and then finally have a taste of normal only to be kidnapped again. Kidnapped and enslaved to the chains that were cutting so deeply into my wrist that blood was leaking out of it. 

"GET UP!" A voice snarled at me, and I couldn't help but cave in a little bit to the sound.

It sounded vaguely familiar, and I instantly played it as my mind playing tricks on me. There was no other way to explain what was happening to me. Maybe none of this was real. Maybe I was dreaming. A bad dream, but still a dream none the less.

Of course, I knew it wasn't a dream. I just don't dream, and I haven't for a very long time. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to face the danger and evil that was coming at me in full speed. It was all happening too fast. There was only a matter of time before it all unfolded, and I didn't want that moment to come at all. I just wanted to disappear. I didn't want to be here at all  anymore. 

"I'm not going to say it again, Walker. GET UP! Boss wants to speak to you now." The voice shouted again, and I knew for sure that this wasn't just some big joke that my brain concocted. 

This voice was really starting to annoy me. It sounded gruff and evil and familiar. It wasn't Ed's, and I knew that for a fact. Ed still had the tiniest streak of kindness left in his voice from the man that he once was. This voice... This voice had to have been pure evil. There was no other way to describe the way my body froze and responded to the man speaking his curses through his twisted words.

I felt my right eyelid slowly open. I was face to face with the man that caused me to be so cold to my friends. I hadn't seen him in awhile, and now looking at him face to face, it made my blood go still. Nadakhan lifted me up, but not before twisting my arm, causing my face to twist up in pain.

"I don't understand why the boss wants you in the first place to begin with, but you are once again the 'chosen one'. I am not going to get in trouble because of your stupidity, so you better get your ass up and start marching." Nadakhan growled as he pushed me in front of him, and I could barely feel my feet grind against the ground. 

I felt sick. It was the only way to really describe what I was feeling. As we turned to another cranny, I felt the anticipation rise in my stomach. It was like a roller coaster as we walked. Like when you are slowly going up that hill and know that you are about to plummet down down down to the earth. It felt worse than that though. There were no screams or giggled noises coming from people's throats as we got closer. It was quiet. There were no noises to explain the activities that were about to unfold. There were none at all.

I didn't know what to expect beyond that wall. I didn't know what to think of it. I knew that Ed would probably be there, but who else? Who was Ed's boss? Who wanted him? Why? 

I just wanted to go back home. I wanted to hide in my blankets on my bed and be surrounded by the little world that I created. I wanted to be safe in the walls of my home. I wanted to be safe in the arms of my friends. In the arms of Nya. Where were they? Shouldn't they have found him by now?

I looked at the door as it slowly opened, and I felt my body go stiff as I was pushed. My body wouldn't listen to me now. There was no way to get it to move. I was beyond terrified. I was beyond petrified. I wanted to scream and shout. I wanted my feet to carry me far away from here, and yet they couldn't. They were cemented to the ground and my eyes were cemented to the figure in front of me. 

I couldn't see this man's face. A cracked mask colored in what appeared to be purple and grey covered the features that would probably make him identifiable. The next thing that my eyes were drawn to was the silver like scars that seemed to travel up his arms, and I couldn't help but wonder where they started and where they ended. I couldn't decide if the scars were actually silver or if it was the lighting playing tricks on my eyes.

He had to have been only slightly taller than me, I realized as I studied the figure some more. He had to have been around the same age, if not, at least a couple of years older. My mind instantly dropped to this having to have been Morro, though I knew that it probably wasn't the case. Morro showed his arms with pride in school, and they weren't marred with scars. Not like this. 

"Leave him here Nadakhan and Ed and leave." The voice boomed as he pointed towards Nadakhan to have me dropped, to which Nadakhan did it almost instantly.

The drop hurt, a lot more than it probably should have. It had to have been because I was so weak without the use of my powers. So weak and so tired. Vengestone had to somehow be coursing through my veins, though I didn't know how they were able to get it in my blood stream in the first place. 

I heard the door open and then slam shut again as I was once again brought with the drowning silence that stood between us. The man was studying me, I realized, though I couldn't understand why. There was no reason as to why. I was too weak to be a threat at this point in time. 

"Who are you? What do you want?" I finally asked as I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with his.

"It is such a shame. You have no idea what your purpose is truly. You have no idea of what you are capable of, and now you must sit before me looking so... frail. Such a shame really. No matter. You will do whatever I need of you." The voice boomed as he looked at me and approached me before turning around and going back to what I assume was his 'throne'.

"I will never work for the likes of you." I snapped as I looked at the man in front of me, my stare freezing myself.

"Haha. Don't make me laugh. I know who you are, Blue Ninja. I know of your weaknesses. I know who you can't live without." The man said as he cackled and showed a picture of all of my friends.

"They will come for me." I finally stated as I looked at him straight in the eye, not denying it as there was no point.

"Oh, I hope that they do. It would make my job so much easier. You will build what I need of you, and if you don't, I know exactly who I am going to kill first." He said as he slowly inched his way towards Nya's picture and I felt my teach clench together.

"You wont get away with this." I growled, already knowing that I would do this for her. 

Nya wouldn't die because of me, and I would make sure of that.

"Oh, but I already have. It really is such a shame, Jason. You could have had it all if you just had stayed out of the way like you were supposed to. You know, in another life, we could have been friends. Maybe even brothers." The voice called again as it approached me and crouched down to get to my level on the floor.

"I would never be friends with someone like you." I snarled as I felt my blood begin to boil again.

"Oh yes you would. In fact, you were my friend for a very long time, Jay. 'As iron sharpens iron, brother sharpens brother', remember?" The voice called again as he cackled and I felt my brain turn to mush.

There was absolutely no way. That couldn't be it. He couldn't... I felt myself slowly start to back away, though I could tell I was shaking profoundly. He lifted his hands up to his mask before lifting of his mask, and my body froze in place looking at the person in front of me.

My body let out a blood curling scream as the man let out his charcoaled cackled, for the person in front of me was none other than Nelson Walker.