I Am Jason (Jastin) | REWRITING

II

But the ending is the same

every damn time.

Jason's heart beat harder and harder the more he ran. The limp body on his shoulder didn't phase him one bit. He felt pressure around his waist and looked down to see arms around it. This kid was all sorts of weird. After snapping a few more branches, he made his way out of the woods to the yard behind his house. Looked like it did three years ago.

He guessed nothing really changed when he was half way across the country because he was running from the police and the SWAT team. His mood immediately changed from scared to irritated thinking about it. He slowed his speed when he got close to the back door. Noticing the door was locked and that he lost his key, he punched through the glass and reached for the lock.

Not caring about his bloody fist, He unlocked the door and sat the boy down on the ground. He seemed to be awake but drowsy so Jason picked him back up bridal style and brought him up to the guest room. He flicked the light on and stared at the boy. Now his hand was rubbing his head as he groaned from the pain.

"You can sleep here for the night," Jason said coldly.

The young teen shot up but then sat back down realizing he basically kidnapped him. A slight nod came from his head as he sat up against the headboard.

"What's your name?" Jason asked.

I watch as he hesitates before speaking quietly.

"Justin..."

"Speak louder."

"Justin."

The man sucked his teeth before turning around to get a pair of extra clothes. This boy was already so interesting and it killed him. Why was he not scared? Was his life as bad as his? No, he didn't think so. He'd be doing crazy things like him if that were the case.

Jason returned to the room with a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. Justin wasn't in the room causing him to growl lowly. He then heard a toilet flush in the connecting bathroom. Oh, this kid is already driving him insane.

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Justin open the bathroom door to see the man standing there with some clothes in his hands. An irritated look was on his face so Justin took the clothes slowly. What creeped him out even more than being in his house, was that he stood there even after he took the clothes.

"Turn around please?"

He finally turned around which made Justin roll his eyes to the sky. He waited a few seconds to make sure he didn't look but then he grunted. He quickly pulled off his jeans and put the shorts on, tightening the strings as much as possible. After putting the shirt on, he cleared his throat telling him he could look now. The clothes look baggy but at least they weren't falling off.

"Go to sleep. Now."

He was tempted to give sass to him but he realized he killed everybody. If he wouldn't kill him then, he wouldn't kill him now. He was more than likely to torture him to be honest. So instead, he just complied and walked towards the bed. He crawled into it and made himself comfortable. He didn't want to be rude so he just said to himself, these sheets smell old as fuck.

As a matter of fact, he would probably just get used to it. Quite honestly, he'd probably end up being here for a while. He watched the man walk out of the room, closing the door behind him. Once he was sure he was in his own room, he sat up in the bed and pushed the covers from over him. Time for his escape.

Very short update.

Something is better than nothing, I suppose.

You want him to try to escape or do you want him to change his mind?

-Lilly