Steamheart

PART 3, BARGAINING

He used the Claw he had just learned to use to grab the ground before him and pull himself out from under the Man. ".....For the last decade of my life...everything you missed? Every day you skipped on Going out for Lunch? This is what you were doing?"

There stood Mark, His father. He slowly Nodded. "This is important work Jason. You were there, you saw exactly what she did. You understand...right..?"

Jason didn't want to agree. He loved her, more than life itself. But he had to face the truth. She did just try to control the world's most powerful and influential people and worst of all, it worked. She then tried to kill her own father who was merely trying to speak to her. He sighed, sitting along the edge and lightly coming to tears. He did not Audibly cry, or move. He simply sat down to think.

The Doctor stepped forwards behind him. "I saw your Work on my gauntlets. I'm Impressed. And judging based on your instincts and your special case, I am willing to assume that you can fight. Join us. Join our cause and help us stop her. I don't want to hurt her and by the end I want to be able to simply lock her away so we can help her. But I need all the help I can get or I won't get a choice. Please Jason." The Doctor extended a Hand "Join Us."

Jason wiped away his tears and picked up the sword he had, which he spun to fold and slid away. Then looked at him, "Who are you people?"

Mark gestured to the Doctor "This is Doctor Pierre Blanc. Head of our group. I'm your dad in case you didn't know, and that is Cassandra. She doesn't speak much, However she and I are about equal in rank and skill. Those two are some of the more prosperous than the normal grunts. We are a resistance of Assassin Freedom fighters. Using the Doctor's research we can use some...abilities. I cannot tell you more unless you join. Please Jason. Help us. She's going to kill all of France and herself if we don't stop her."

Jason sighed.... "I....I'm going to have to think about this. I'm going to go home. Where do I go to get in contact again?"

Mark shook his head "I can't tell you. I'll come by around Noon tomorrow for your answer." He gently hugged his son "Jason...Stay safe. Please. And don't let anyone see you use that claw, That's one of the Abilities I mentioned and there are secret Accords to make using them punishable by Execution."

Jason nodded and let go, Hopping off the edge and making his way to the ground with his stuff. He walked home in Silence, trying to Avoid the Night Watch. Once he got home he didn't bother with anything besides his Jacket and boots, going to sleep. He wanted this night to be a nightmare, so badly......

The Next Morning Jason woke up and looked around. Jacket and boots discarded, Still in nice dress clothes, No Alarm. Upon Noticing all of these things He knew already. "Dammit.... Of all the strange nightmares, the worst of them is the one that's real." Jason sat down and got a drink from his kitchen. He took to thinking for a good while...... standing up and looking at his door. He heard his father outside, waiting. So he opened the door and looked at him, "You know, for someone in your profession, You suck at breathing quietly."

There Mark stood, looking at his son "For a business owner you are slow with decisions. Speaking of decisions...." He pushed Jason back into the room, shutting and locking the door. "Have you made yours?"

Jason Nodded...."I'm going to join you. If she is going to be taken alive, and safe, You will need help. Plus France needs saving."

Mark nodded, smiling with that answer. He walked with his son to a back alley, leading him inside a hidden door. As he walked through, He saw people training, seemingly random sounds everywhere as he made his way to wherever he was supposed to be. Jason followed closely behind, To a back room. Inside was a Bed, a lot of what looked like scientific equipment, old bones and stones, plus generators of some...Odd form of Red Energy. There Stood the Plague Doctor, waiting.