Found (Soulkillers Series Book 2)

Chapter 7: Impossible

Jason was awake and staring at me. It was kind of difficult telling him, because it was a completely absurd notion. But it was real. He knew it as much as I knew it.

“So that’s why I could remember all the nineteenth century stuff...” He mumbles to himself. But I’ve already heard enough that it catches my full attention. My head snaps to look at him.

“What are you talking about?”

He looks up with a startled expression. Apparently, it didn’t occur to him that he was speaking out loud.

“Well, that explains why I was always so good with History. It was because I was actually there. I experienced being either one of those people that we talk about, or someone whose heard about them. Or in all the wars.” He shrugs.

I blink in surprise. I don’t remember anything about wars or the nineteenth century. Then again, I never really saw all of my lives. Who knows? Maybe I was a slave in one life, while in another I might be a slave trader. Heck, I could’ve been the Queen of England!

A slight smile appears on my lips. I wipe it away quickly.

“You...you remember? Do you remember...everything?” I asked hesitantly.

“Everything? There’s more?” Fear was obvious in his eyes.

“Depends on what you remember. What was the last memory you had?” I ask.

“Uh, it was when I met you. We were in England, I think. You had beautiful blonde hair and porcelain skin. I think you were going to a masquerade ball.” He looked uncertain, and afraid.

“Why are you so scared?” I demand. It was getting frustrating that I couldn’t get a good look at why.

He hesitated. Then, he said, “Because I don’t want to relive it. The way he kills me every lifetime.” He shakes his head, like he wants to get rid of the memory that burns in his mind.

I stiffen. It was obvious that he was talking about Dawson.

“How did he kill you?” I was going to ask, but Haley barges in.

“Elizabeth, we need to leave. Now.” She turns her attention briefly to Jason. My eyebrow creases with worry. The way Haley said that makes me feel unnerved. I nod and follow Haley.

“You need to stop pressuring him. It’s going to make it harder for him to remember everything else if you keep forcing things out of him,” Haley chastised. 

I felt my cheeks burn from the stern note in her voice. We were the same age, yet she seems to know more than me. I felt childish next to her.

“But we need to know. Right? Isn’t that how he wins all the time? By killing Jason. We need details. Information on the how and when,” I say uncertainly.

“Yeah, but not now. Ask him later,” she says and gets into her convertible.

I sigh, knowing she’s right. Everything I do is in a rush. Maybe I should try slowing down a bit. We still have five months until I’m nineteen.

†

He paces around his hotel room. He rented it, wanting to stay close to Elizabeth and her friends. The only problem was Jason. He was here too. Dawson could here the moans coming from upstairs. Who knows what they were doing? He shook his head in disgust. Elizabeth was his. No one else’s. Dawson went back to that wonderful day when he viciously murdered Matthew, or, as his recent reincarnation’s name, Jason.

He was on the dirt, covered in mud and leaves from their chase into the woods. Edmund loomed over him, watching every move Matthew made.

“What are you going to going to do to her?” Matthew asks.