(I should be shot for writing this / )

"Come on Jason. Who the hell are you fooling? Everyone knows that you miss being here, being with me." I gripped the sheets tighter as the voice filled my head.

"I don't know how you do it man, living in the city, pretending to be normal. Heh~ I would blow my brains out." I clenched my teeth together and growled.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Head." The voice laughed softly.

"Jason, Jason… I am a part of you, I always will be." The voice came closer until I could feel its hot breath on my ear.

"I know you better than anyone Jason, and I know you hate it here as much as I would."

"Shut up." I spat.

"I am happy here."

"No Jason, no. we both know that you will never be happy again, that is without blood spilling over your hands. You're a cruel man Jason, as cruel a man as me."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed, bolting up right on my bed. I looked around the of my city apartment, panting loudly. My hand came up to my temples, rubbing them in a rhythmic motion.

These nightmares have become more and more frequent since we left that island nearly a year ago. I knew we would all be changed, damaged by the whole thing. But I never thought it would effect us this much.

After we left, Liza and I soon patched things up and got back together, I mean we had to. But that didn't last very long.

"Daddy?" I was brought out of my thoughts as the door to my room creaked open, revealing the scared figure of my five year old son. I sighed running my hand over my face.

"Come here Conner." He ran over to my bed and hopped up. I lifted him into my lap, angling him so I could see his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Well Daddy… I heard you yelling… and I got scared. Is something wrong?"

"I'm sorry Conner, Daddy's just a little stressed right now that's all." I smiled, patting him on the back.

"You doing okay now?" Conner nodded to me.

"Yeah? Okay go on back to bed now." He looked down making no attempt to move .

"DO you want to sleep here with me?" he smiled widely. I pulled up the covers and he climbed under.

"Good night daddy. Sweet dreams." I smirked as I drifted off back to sleep.

(Vaas POV)

"Oh my god! You bastard you shot him! You fucking sho-" Another shot rang out through the room as blood splattered against my already dirtied clothes.

"Ya know." I said turning the gun over in my hands.

"Things are really fucking boring now a days."

I bought my gun up again, aiming it at another head.

"Vaas!" I turned at the sound of my name, and lowered the gun.

One of my men came over and whispered in my ear. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I turned to face one of my other men.

"Hey you!" he jumped as I spoke to him.

"Yeah you. Get your ass over here." He slowly walked over to me, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

"I have got a very special job for you. Go find Carlos, tell him to start packing we're headed to California."