Lost

Savior?

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1991

Jax's POV:

My name is Jax Richardson. As a police officer, I'd say that many people have called me a savior in my life. But as good as that is, there's plenty that I couldn't save and some that didn't want to be saved. Just like in the case of Jason James. Yes, I know that that name probably isn't real but there's no records on him anywhere. He's smart as a whip. Would've been a great officer after my own heart if he hadn't been ruined by suicidal parents and an unhealthy relationship with the city's crime lord himself, Angel, another fake and ironic name, no surprise there. Guess he was gay after all. But anyway I'm rambling here instead of telling you the story I know you all want to know...

This case was 18 years. We had finally found where Angel was managing most of his operations from. We raided it. Plenty of his goonies were there but he was off somewhere. But in the back room, chained to a nicer bed then I ever would've been able to afford, was Jason, fast asleep without a care in the world. Well he was until we knocked the door in. To say he was not happy to see us would be an understatement. I approached him slowly, telling him who I was and that things would be ok. At the time I thought he was a victim being used as a sex toy, and maybe he had been at one point, but once I got close he took off out the window with ease. The chains hadn't even been locked, and before we even had time to process what had happened, he was gone, seemingly vanished from thin air. And for several more years that was the last I saw of him.