Chapter 13: Damned to Hell

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"Hey, Jax." A faint, familiar voice echoed for a few seconds until it faded away into the dark. "Why'd you do it?" The voice said, as it echoed for a few seconds then faded.

Jax's eyes opened, looking up at nothing. It was just dark. He turned his head to see nothing but darkness all sides of him. He lifted himself up, standing in nothing. He felt confused, but at the same time it felt like he knew where he was, as if he was comfortable there. The darkness around him began to fade away into a room...the living room of his old house. He looked around, seeing the boarded up windows. He was about to take a step towards the door, as suddenly the wall behind exploded into flames which sent his body flying forward. He hit the ground hard but it didn't hurt him. He turned his head towards the explosion, seeing Wally's tank driving full force towards him. Wally was standing on top of the tank, a gun shot wound in his head and a knife wound through his chest. His face was falling apart, along with his clothes, but that didn't stop him. The tank continued to drive full force towards him, as Jax closed his eyes tightly and embraced for impact, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes, and suddenly he was cold. Very cold. He felt snow underneath, as he lifted his hands up from it. They were painted red and white, with blood and snow.

"Why'd you do it?" The same voice from before echoed again, as Jax turned his head to see who was behind him. Owen stood in the snow, his shirt and jacket completely covered in his blood, as a slit in his neck was able to be seen. "Why'd you let him kill me?" He said again.

Jax struggled to open his mouth, and even when he managed to do so, no words came out. The world around him suddenly became dark again. Jax was still sitting on the ground, as he quickly put his hands over his head. He tried to wake himself up, but he couldn't. He sat there for what felt like a long time, until finally another voice broke through the darkness. It was his own.

"You're broken." The voice echoed.

Jax's eyes widened quickly, as he lifted his head up, seeing himself standing in front of him. He was in the military tent again. He suddenly heard a click of a trigger behind him, but no shot went off. From in front of him, a loud gunshot blasted off, shooting the bullet behind him. He heard the thump of a body fall to the ground behind him, as everything faded to darkness once again. He began to pinch himself, then began to slap himself, trying to wake up. The world around him lit up again, blinding him with bright spotlights from cars lined up around him. He suddenly wasn't laying on the ground anymore, but instead of he was standing up, Insanity in his hands. His friends were lined up around him. Lisa, James, Olivia, David, Colton, Caroline. He wasn't in control of himself anymore, he was walking along the line up, holding the blood stained bat. He suddenly walked up to Caroline, holding the bat over her head. He suddenly swung the bat up in the air, but right before it hit her head, everything faded away. He was standing in nothing again. Complete darkness. He knew what the dream was a metaphor for now. He's getting his family killed. Suddenly, he was in a forest. It was dark, and someone stood in front of him. It was hard to make out who it was, but the moon light shining down onto the two of them made the scar over the man's eye shine. It was Delta...now known as Alpha. Jax was parallel of him, as the moon shined above him. He didn't knew where he was still, the forest around him didn't look familiar to him. Suddenly, his eyes flickered open again and he was awake. Fully awake. The October nights have been brisk, but some how Jax woke up dripping sweat.

"You okay?" Lisa asked, as she was already awake because she had to watch over Ross.

"Yeah." Jax said, wiping his forehead. "I'm fine."

"You were moving around a lot in your sleep. Did you have a dream?" Lisa asked.

"More like a nightmare." Jax said under his breath, as he picked himself off the ground. "Ready to go?" He asked quickly.

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