Here's some background info:
Jason and Courtney do not know each other. Courtney may or may not be Sonny's sister I haven't decided.
Chapter 1: A dream is not always just a dream
She's running stopping only to catch her breath and survey the area. Her hair is plastered to her face sweat beading down her pale face, she grabs her sweater tightly, it is all she can do to keep going. Keep running without looking back. It is getting darker no moonlight to illuminate the path she is taking, She knows her way though and keeps going despite the warnings in her head. Alarms are sounding louder then the erratic heartbeat resounding through her ears, but she keeps walking further in. There is someone following closely behind gripping something in his or her hands, not with desperation but a cold determination. The girl turns a little of her face becoming visible as the moon rises slowly above the tree's high into the cloudless sky. Only the woman does not have time to stop, instead, she moves on, pace quickening, the forest around her becoming thicker the further in she goes. She stops suddenly sobbing loudly while she looks around; there is no more path to follow, so she stops tumbling to the ground in hysterics, all while he approaches. She turns quickly scrambling onto her feet hoping to escape him; it is too late though. One heartbeat and it's over, the gunshot echoing through the trees scaring a few birds from their precarious perches. Why, tumbles from her lips, the last words to ever be voiced. He watches her body fall to the ground before throwing the gun down, a flash of black leather gloves, his eyes, darkened by fury appear black returning quickly to their emotionless brown again.
Courtney shot up in bed gasping for breath desperately, just as the woman had in her nightmare, vision she corrected mentally. This had not been the first murder she had witnessed, and it would not be the last. Breaking out into a cold sweat she shook the sounds from her mind, loud breathing, the pain, the gunshot, stop, she chided herself mentally. Rising from the bed she poured herself a glass of water pushing the cold cup against her forehead, trying to rid herself of the heat brought on by the humid air. There was not even the slightest breeze in the dead of summer, the air remaining sticky and thick. Courtney began to pace working up more of a sweat but ignoring the insistent exhaustion, lack of sleep and the heat brought on; there was not enough time to dwell on the unimportant stuff.
"Who was that woman?" She wondered aloud, remembering the moment the girls face appeared beneath the moonlight. Her skin was pale, alabaster almost, eyes wide in fear, tears, salty and hot trailing down her cheeks, conveying the fear she felt. Courtney almost cried then, stomach clenching painfully while her mind tried to no avail to pull out more images. Nothing remained just the sound of the gunshot and his eyes, those eyes that would pierce through anyone's soul. Setting the glass down she tumbled back into bed turning the T.V. on in hopes of drowning out the rapid thoughts plaguing her young mind.
"And now our breaking report Jason Morgan has been arrested in connections with the murder of a young woman in upstate New York" Courtney was uninterested, just another thug being dragged off to the state pen to serve his time, nothing unusual. Then they showed her, bolting upright, she traced the TV screen, remembering the pale skin, brown hair, her.
"Why can't I ever prevent a murder? People on T.V. get to," Courtney whispered beneath her breath taking one last look at the man being accused. Her brow furrowed in concentration she edged closer to the screen, unaware of the sirens drowning out the news anchors monotone voice.
Her mind flashed back to the vision, the gunshot...
"His eyes" She flew from her seat crouching just before the screen waiting on bated breath until Jason Morgan looked into the camera.
"His are blue, the killers were brown" The conclusion fell upon her like a dead weight, causing breathing to become steadily harder. The report ended drawing up from the ground Courtney felt her body begin to shake involuntarily, tears trailing down her cheeks in confusion. Nothing made sense, not why this woman had to be murdered, not why Courtney had to see it but most of all why it was now up to her to prove a man innocent, a man she didn't even know.
"Jason, were going to get you out of here we both know you never killed her" Carly got as close to the glass wall separating them as she could, her breath fogging the pane every few words. All Jason could do was nod gripping the black phone tighter in his hands, hoping the inspirational speech would stop soon.
"Michael misses you, Sonny makes sure he doesn't see the news or the paper," She added whispering into the mouthpiece, never once meeting his eyes.
"Tell him I love him," He croaked unsure as to why his voice sounded so unused and unlike his own, but Carly just nodded a little too enthusiastically.
"I know you didn't kill Elizabeth"
There was nothing left to say, so they hung up the phones, Carly refusing to meet his eyes, but he knew what she was hiding he could see the tears pouring down her cheeks the further away she got. Sighing he shifted the collar of his mandatory blue shirt, glancing at the guards now watching him like hawks. Their hands hovering above the pistols positioned around their waists, Jason did not even flinch, just kept walking. The steel bars slammed shut behind him, a few of the inmates rattling the bars and screaming incoherently at the guards, of course nothing ever came of it, they didn't budge or even break a sweat.
"Home sweet home" Jason muttered tossing himself onto the top bunk of his very own steel cage.