To Live Forever

Chapter 2

*Present time*

Jason walked on the streets of New York, his hands inside his pockets, his hoodie low over his head.

The weather was ideal, cloudy with a hint of sun, and a lot of people were outside, taking advantage of the vibrant sun before the snow made a comeback, which could happen very soon.

He reached the famous Food Street of New York and looked around. So many people were around him, probably thinking he was a normal college student or something.

Or not paying attention to him at all.

He smirked a little, walking towards one of the food stalls and looked at the stuff there.

At the back of the stall, he found a huge stash of money, in which the shopkeeper must have been keeping all the day's earnings.

Bending down, acting like he was tying his shoelaces, Jason discreetly took out more than half of the money and got up, looking around casually.

That's when he saw the man.

He did not know who he was, just that he was really familiar.

He was tall, with a nice built, and dark brown hair. He was wearing a normal polo shirt and although he must've been maybe just a few years older than Jason, his face looked worn out, aged.

But that's not what made Jason frown and stare at the man.

It were those eyes.

Pitch black and unfeeling.

He couldn't forget those eyes even if he forgot his own name. He saw them almost every night in his nightmares.

The man looked at Jason, tilting his head and smiled a small, sinister smile.

Without thinking, Jason ran.

Through the crowd, muttering 'excuse me's and 'sorry's every time he bumped into someone.

He reached an alley, and looked around, no sign of any man around him, although he knew that this was where the guy had turned.

"Looking for someone, are you?" A hissing voice, achingly familiar said and Jason felt his jaw clench as the man walked out.

"I see you've been following me for a while now. Do I know you?" He smiled that small smile again, raising his eyebrows.

Jason didn't hesitate.

He lunged over to the man, pushing him back until he slammed on the dark wall of the valley. Jason clutched the man's collar, shoving him back again, and the man groaned in pain.

"Don't play innocent." Jason growled out. "I know who you are."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." The man choked out, his face turning purple as he struggled to get away from Jason's hands.

He pushed him back again, with much more force than before and hissed,

"Why did you do it? Huh? Why? Was it because of the money? I would've given the money to you!"

"Bro, I seriously do not know what you're talking 'bout. Man, I know I should've taken a different route. All these head cases have to come at me. I mean, like, why?" The man whined and that was it for Jason.

He punched the man on the mouth. Hard. And the man's lip started bleeding.

He was about to punch him again but a firm hand stopped him.

Jason looked behind him to see a guy. Around his age. Maybe a year or two older. He had dark hair and chocolate eyes. The first thing Jason noticed of the man was his sleek nose. It had a perfect curve, which many females and males would've killed for.