Deadly Reflections

Chapter Twenty Nine

"You!" I growl, my voice no longer my own and by now I have completely shifted.

"It's nice to see you again, Jethro." He says. I snarl, baring my canines.

"My name is Jett!" I bark. He draws a katana from its holster on his back, twirling it like a freaking ninja. I roar and charge at him. He swings the katana my way but I dodge it by rolling to the side. Taking a chance, I swipe my claws at his mask since the rest of him is covered by kevlar, only creating four jagged marks across it. He takes the next shot. The katana easily slicing across my left forearm, sending constant waves of agony throughout my whole arm. My veins turning black, starting from the cut, moving upward. The blood spilling from my arm turning black as well.

"What the hell?" I mutter. Before I could attempt to fire back, the katana slashes across my right thigh, followed by a quick nick to my cheek. I groaned as the agonizing pain grew red hot. Blood turning black along with the veins, spreading outward from each wound. Throwing a punch at his chest, I notice that there's no power behind it. That's when I realize I've shifted back, but not only that, I've completely lost my powers. What the hell is he doing to me? He laughs at me before swiping the blade across my chest, slicing through skin like it's made of butter. I roar as the searing pain spread throughout my chest, taking my breath away. His foot came in contact with my abdomen, sending me across the room, hitting the cement wall, causing a layer to crumble behind me. Sitting on the ground, black blood pouring out of my wounds, my breathing short and fast.

He stalks towards me, laughing at me while I sit here in agony and bleeding to death. Out of nowhere, he stomps on my right leg with the force of a metal baseball bat, shattering my knee. I cry out, feeling every bone break, and every tendon tear in my knee. The pain, excruciating, all throughout my body, on the verge of blacking out. I watch him intensely as he kneels and reaches for his mask. Pulling the mask off, I'm met with a deadly reflection of myself.

"What's wrong Jethro? You look like you just saw yourself in the mirror for the first time ever." He says in my voice.

"Jethro, have you met your twin brother?" Slade asked. I don't reply as I'm too busy staring at a mirror image of myself.

"No? Well then, Jethro meet Joseph. Your twin." He says. All I can do is stare at him in utter shock.

"What's the matter bro? Cat got your tongue?" He asked. Not knowing what to say I lean my head back against the wall wincing in pain.

"What did you do to me?" I ask, my voice cracking.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm killing you. Slowly. Painfully." He says, nonchalantly. I'm shaking from the pain scorching my body. "Why?"

"Because you got a life that I was never able to have." He says.

"Why are you blaming me for that?" I ask. He shrugs. "Who else is there to blame?"

"How about your dead beat father over there?" I ask. Suddenly my throat was in his grasp and our noses nearly touching.

"Don't you ever talk about our father that way!" He shouts, squeezing my throat. I cough, trying to suck in air to speak.

"He's not my father! He didn't raise me! My father died!" I growl with just the right amount of strength. He moves quickly, too quick for me to comprehend what his motives are until I feel the katana's sharp blade pierce my abdomen and exit out my lower back. I don't cry out in pain, mainly because I can't but I also don't want to give him the satisfaction. I watch as he leans closer to my ear.

"You'll see him soon then." He whispers before standing, yanking the katana out as he does so. My eyelids become heavy and I can feel the darkness trying to take me. Not yet. He walks down the hallway and to the left. By the time he comes back, I'm coughing up black blood, soaking my clothes and staining the cement floor with it.

"Gross!" He says in absolute disgust. I notice he's now wearing the same exact clothes that I'm wearing and his hair is even styled the same.

"What are you doing?" I choke out. He smiled, eerily.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He says, nodding to Slade before turning towards the door. "No!" I try to call out, but my voice is barely audible. He continues through the door, pulling it shut behind him, sealing me in here to rot while my biological father watches on. Thoughts of my mother and sister flow through my mind, followed by Seth and my friends and lastly the memories of Blaire has a single tear fall down my cheek before the darkness consumes me completely.