The Final End

Jason and Jack Scott

The room to the left of mine was labeled 59830 & 00701. I opened the door without knocking. "I'm Annie, we need to talk." A massive hulk of a man stands up and leans against the wall and says "nice to meet you, too. Since were being so formal, I'm Jason. I'm a lifter and a runner." He smiles and I look away. He's one of those people who's just too pretty. I look away from him to the other man. He has dark hair and even darker eyes, and his expression is that of one who has been through hell and back. The really memorable thing about him, though, are the deep scars that cover him, head to foot, some look old, and some very new. The dark haired man stands up "I'm Jack Scott." He says "your welcome to call me jack if you want to. I'm a wrestler and I'm damn good." I believe the part about him being damn good. He's built like a tiger, Lithe and lean. I look back to Jason. "I'm a Muy Thai fighter. Now sit, both of you. We need to talk." I sit by Jack because Jason really annoys me, and tell them about the shelter that Peter and I lived in. There reactions are very diferant, Jack looks so envious that he might start crying or something, but Jason right out laughs. "You lived like a dog! My family had a bomb shelter built in out basement, so we stayed in out house." That right there spoke volumes about him. A rich boy who always had enough to eat and didn't have to live under a train station. Jack speaks and his voice sounds weak and tired "you had more food in that box than I had in the past five years..." I think for a moment, then decide that any more talk needs to be done with the whole squad. "Come on. We need to see everyone." I reach for Jacks hand to lead him into my room, but he crys out in pain, and I let go. His face is instantly pale and Jason, however rich and spoiled he may be, was on his feet in a second, as if awaiting command. "What's the matter, Jack?!" I ask, panic creeping into my voice "it's nothing" he says quietly, but I don't believe it for a second. I gently reach for his wrist this time and turn his hand over so I'm looking at his palm. I gasp as I look at the deep, red puss filed infected cuts that cover his hand. I gingerly touch one, and it's hot. "Jason" I order "go to my room and get sparrow, 62078. It's to the right of this room." Jason instantly rushes out the door, and I put my arm protectively around Jacks shoulders, because he looks close to colapsing. Within thirty seconds, Sparrow rushes into the room with a knowing expression on his face. He kneels before Jack and looks at the cuts. "Jason" Sparrow orders "go find me some Clean water and cloth. Annie, go get the others. We have a lot to discuss.