Accompanied to Hell

Chapter 2: The Preparation

For a moment John stood before Jason, curious as to what he was thinking before beginning to maniacally laugh a little before asking Jason

"And what exactly is your influence as to join me and Amanda's little task then?"

Jason stood; his muscled arms slowing to a stop like pendulums of two slowly dying grandfather clocks. His face remained with his grimacing grin staring at John with a look of pure darkness. There was barely a light in the room except a single, dimmed light-bulb on the roof which barely reached John, and yet none of them even cared enough to pay any attention to it.

"You see John, I, much like yourself, believe that those who have ruined or destroyed their life or the lives of others should be punished. However sometimes these crimes against life's worthiness go under the radar which is the law and police authority…"

He stands straight, toe-to-toe with John and says it straight to the old mans face

"And I stand before you, John, as a believer of your ways. Show me how to punish those that have wronged themselves and allow me to assist you in showing them how much their lives are truly worth!"

He looked at the old man as if to tell him he wouldn't stop 'til he said yes. Then, to Jason's surprise, the old man softly closed his eyes and nodded slightly. He opened his eyes back up, smiled at Jason, and then softly muttered to him.

"Perhaps you may be of used to me after all. Meet me tonight at 10pm in the main room"

John begins to leave and Jason stands there in front of his bed. He turns to lie down before John says to him whilst standing in the doorway

"Oh, and one more thing, if you're late tonight, Jason, It'll be game over"

Jason pondered over the old man's words for a while and then laid himself to a temporary rest.

Jason eyes suddenly shot open as he looked at the old and decrepit clock John conveniently placed next to Jason's bed. 9:45PM. He had only 15 minutes to find the main room. When he did find it he found 3 empty chairs around an old, dusty, blood stained table. He pulled a chair out and sat down, soon after him was John who sat opposite Jason.

"Allow me to be brief with you Jason" The old man commenced

"You're little speech last night did impress me. You haven't played any of my games and yet you seem to understand what it means to hand justice out to those who need it so desperately, which is why I have allowed you to come and meet me here tonight. If you truly wish to prove your worth and also to follow and assist my cause, then you must play one of my games first"

Inside Jason dreaded those words, he knew they normally meant people being the closest man has ever come to death without truly dying, and yet somehow he seemed reassured that he would not be the one placed in such a pool of pain. He lowered his head and allowed John to continue

"This game, luckily for you, does not involve you being through what the people on the outside deserve. Your game is a simple search and retrieve task."

Jason's heart stopped racing as Amanda, unmasked, slowly walked into the room and sat next to Jason. She didn't look at Jason; instead she stared right into the eyes of her master as John continued

"You will accompany Amanda tonight, and your task will result in you retrieving me a new player to my game. Another way to put it is to find a new student to learn my lessons of life"

Jason almost felt excited whereas Amanda was so used to it she didn't even seem phased by the old man's words. John slowly crept his hand under the table to bring unto the meeting a yellow folder with two names on it. Jason and Amanda. Amanda's name seemed well printed onto the envelope whilst Jason's was almost scribbled and written quickly, as if John wrote it at the last moment before the meeting had started. He emptied its contents and allowed them to scatter themselves across the table as both Jason and Amanda glanced over it all; finding 3 photographs, all of the same man. Two documents were also found and also 1 note which looked like it was soaked in the rain. The only significance of the note was that the note, unlike the documents, was written in blood and not ink.

"The man you are investigating is a man known a Logan Pearce. A gun merchant and former drug dealer to any and all possible sellers. Your task is simple; find Logan and bring him to me"

Both of John's listeners nodded their heads and stood up, they walked down the corridor, footsteps in harmony, as Amanda sarcastically asked Jason "You ready to have some fun?"

"Hah, more than you may expect" Jason replied in a voice which sounded confident enough to even surprise Amanda.

Amanda slowly slipped her pig mask on as she wondered how Jason will manage without a mask yet.

"Hey, you need some help getting a mask or something?" She asked him

"No thanks" he replied as he raided his jacket pocket a pulled out a large grey hair covered mask of his own and continued; "Let's just say my father was a wolf hunter"

He slid the mask made of what was once his fathers prey and what is now Jason's disguise as the incredible steel door slid open, and then, without a sound, into the night the pig and wolf went.