Masked Terror..

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A biting, chilly, soft wind over casted the silent spotless sky. A white layer of snow covered the earthy grounds, it was a snowy night. He had light black hair, a few front strands snow white, and white clear eyes. His eyes where like a diamond, reflecting the light, creating different streaks of colours at different angles.

The man had a soft yet masculine appearance and wore a cloak with the hood down, even so he looked breath-taking.

After a few seconds of starring into the distance he started looking up at the snow fluttering around. His gazed soften but then his gaze turned cold once again.

Someone was clapping as they stepped closer and closer.

"Did I not already kill you?" The black haired said, he was in a troubled state. People crowded around him, all of them with an angry expression and glaring at him.

He was held captive.

Behind him a guy showed up and grabbed his hair roughly. Due to his circumstances the black head couldn't break free. His head was locked in the hole where his head would soon be sliced.

"Here today we have finally captured you Jaxon." The guy whispered next to Jaxon's ear. "You really haven't changed, not giving a care about what's happening but I know how you actually feel. You still love me don't you?"

Jaxon's face darkened, "Delusional.. You were the one who kept stalking me, your just that obsessed with me." He had a smirk on his face trying to mock the guy.

"Haha maybe I was but either way you will die here in my arms so matter what. Killing you is a dream to many you know so I have to thank you for giving me this accomplishment!" The person had a creepy smile on his face.

"Your not welcome you fucker." Jaxon spat of the floor showing is disapproval.

"Well no more talking let me head to the best part." The guy took a gun out of his pocket. It was a beautiful gun, there was alot of tiny details on it, it looked like a masterpiece.

"Wow this gun fits you don't it? So beautiful yet so dangerous." He said as he smiled at Jaxon.

"Well goodbye no.1 agent.."

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A gust of wind blew across his face, he opened his tired eyes and scanned the room he was in. It was a nice neat big room, the fresh smell of flowers filled the room.

"What..?" Jaxon was confused as he just died a few seconds ago but now he was in an unfamiliar room. It was spacious and nice but it wasn't his room.

He stood up and scanned the room, 'A mirror..'

He looked at himself thankfully he looked the exact same. A sharp pain overcame this head and he collapsed onto the floor..

'These memories..' He winced as images and visions of things that he supposed was his memories flashed in his head. Some of them containing himself in it but he doesn't remember any of these things happening.

Jax was his name and he had a dad but no mum, his mum passed away when he was young. Due to him having the exact same unique eye as his mother his dad makes him wear brown eye contacts. His dad was a rich business man so his whole childhood instead of spending time with his dad he was embraced with money, basically spoiled.

Due to this in his school he was arrogant and had no manners. He picked a fight with everyone who annoyed him just a bit and bullied the weak. One day he got into a massive gang fight due to this he got expelled and currently he is being homeschooled.

'So is this like a second chance?' He looked at his reflection, his hair was really long, un-styled and messy to the point he didn't like it.

Since in his previous life Jaxon was made to be an agent ever since he was born due to this instead of going to school and getting education like most kids he was training to fight and enlisted into the army early then came back only to be trained even more to the point of torture.

"This life I will definatly go to school and study. I will have a nice peaceful school life and never be involved with gangs." He said as he starred deep at his own reflection.

"First step is to ask this brats dad.." He scoffed as he knew that this was going to be a hard task. He wore his contacts and headed out the door.

He wondered around the hallways trying to find something that looked like a place where a business man would reside. But instead he saw a butler walking by, "Excuse me.. Do you know where dad is?.." He asked awkwardly.

"Oh young sir! Yes Mr Whitful should be in his office."

"Oh ah.. Could you show the way? You know this house is big sometimes you can lose directions hahaha." He sweated as he waited for the man to reply.

"Uh yes young sir!" He started walking and Jax followed behind relieved.

He soon stopped at a door wich said
'Office/meeting room'

"Ah thank you."

"No worries young sir!"

When the butler left Jax took a deep breath then knocked on the door. "Come in."

The entered the room and sidnt move an inch from the door. Jax looked at his 'dad' then greeted him.
"Goodmorning dad."

"Get to the point, money, car?"

"Ah no actually I wanted to ask permission for something."

"To go to the club? Okay." The dad waved his hand signaling for him to leave not even looking up at Jaxon.

"No it's not that, I want to enroll to a public school."

His dad put the paper work down then starred at him with a stern look.

"What?"

"I said what I wanted to say."

He stood up and slammed his fists on the table, "Listen here Jax Whitful. Last time you caused alot of trouble at school which nearly affected my reputation, as a father having a disgrace and useless bastard as a son is already enough for your relatives to look down upon me and now you want them to shame me more?!"

Jax simply starred at his dad's eyes, his adoptive dad was also like this in his past life so this was nothing he wasn't use to.

"I would like to apologise for that but I promise I won't cause trouble again I just want to study again normally like other kids."

"No."

"Please I will try my hardest to get top grades.."

"No."

"If you I ever cause a fight again you can make me go back to home schooling."

His eyes starred into Jax's soul judging his expression and Jax had a still face.

"Fine but I swear if I hear one complaint I will do something more harsh then return you back to home schooling. You start on monday the butlers will get everything done, now get out you have already caused me a headache." He said as he rubbed his temple.

Jax leaves the office and sweep his hair back in relief. He still had one day till he starts.

He gone back to his bedroom and plopped onto the bed sinking into the soft mattress falling into a deep slumber.