Why Only He Sees(Jason McCann Love Story)

Jason McCann

Sorry, the beginning is slow. The plot thickens very soon, though. Please tell me if I should bother updating, though I won't stop becuase of lack of enthusiasm, it can discouraging at times to think no one likes your story. Anyway, enjoy!

I was blinded by my anger. All of the police and CSI workers were going to pay. Especially Nick Stokes. He was the reason my brother was dead. He promised to keep him safe and he broke that promise. He unloaded his gun on him.

I shouldn't have warned him not to go to his home that day. It just made the others trust me less. They were the people like me, who either wanted revenge or just wanted the government to change. For me it was both. I wanted revenge for my brother and to get Ralf out of jail.

Ralf was like a father to me, I had never had a proper one, and he didn't deserve what he got. He didn't deserve jail.

I missed him a lot. If he had still been with us he would have been able to talk Alex out of all the bombings and he would still be alive today. He would still be with me.

When I had foolishly called Stokes to warn him I had used my cell phone and he had called back only a few moments ago. I knew he was trying to track me so I hung up and destroyed it with a baseball bat. Now Johnson and I were scrambling to get away before the police came down on us.

"McCann!" I heard Johnson yell from the other room in the crappy rundown house we were currently in. "Get out here we're leaving!"

We had been getting ready for another hit when Stokes had called. The reason we were even in the stupid house was because we needed to be hidden from the police and the detectives that suspected me. The house was the size of a shack and it was in the middle of the dessert near Las Vegas, so we would have a place to drive to if need be.

"I'm coming." I shouted back. There were three rooms in the house and I was currently in the one farthest back. I could only take so much of Johnson. He didn't like me because he thought I was a 'kid in an adults fight'. He treated me like I was incapable and stupid. I hated him.

I walked through the house and outside to the maroon van that belonged to Johnson. In my opinion using the van was incredibly stupid, because maroon vanes weren't really a common site. We stick out like a sore thumb.

"Get in the car already." Johnson said impatiently. He was already inside and had the car running.

"Calm down, I'm coming." I reassured irritably. He was really twitchy and anxious, as was I, but at least I wasn't freaking out about the situation.

"Lets just get out of here." He said quickly as soon as my door was shut he took off like a rocket.

"Jeez what's your problem?" I asked annoyed and holding tightly onto my seat.

"We have to get out of here fast. Who knows how long it will take for the cops to find us? I want to get somewhere safe." He replied.

"We'll be fine." I say, trying to calm myself more then him.

He turned and glares at me.

"This is your fault you know." He said accusingly.

"How so?" I ask not really caring.

"I thought you were smarter than your brother," he continued ignoring my question. "But then you had to go and make it personal."

"It's always been personal." I replied angrily. "They killed my brother now they're going to pay."

"What you think you're the only one who's lost some one? I've had more friends bleed out in my arms in the middle of the darn sandbox then I can count, but at least I know what I'm fighting for: real freedom." Johnson said venomously.