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Foreshadowing
You ran. Faster than you ever thought you could. You stumbled. Fell down into the dirt, mud staining your face and body. You turned; whipping around to face your fears. To face death. So this was how you're going to die? Your hunter leered over you, raising their blade in an arched stance. They struck you. They attacked you. Your predator. Your demon. Your Jason.
You screamed – and awoke from the dream. Jason startled beside you; hands gripping the edges of his seat. You panted loudly, beads of sweat forming on your forehead and temples. It was only a dream, but it felt so real. You never had such vivid dreams. Your eyes darted around frantically, desperately trying to take in the surroundings, and as you looked, you realised you had stopped moving.
"Where are we?!" You panicked; hands reaching for the door handles.
"Calm down. Were at a motel." Jason rubbed his head with his hands and repositioned himself on the car seat.
"Why have we stopped?" You checked the clock on the dashboard. 3:37am. You had fell asleep for nearly 4 hours, "How long have we been here for?" You felt the panic rise within you again. If you had stopped for more than 3 hours that would mean that they wouldn't be far away. If they tracked you correctly – which they would – then they would almost certainly send specialised field officers to reprimand you and a tired out Jason, and by their standards, reprimand would mean detain. Or worse. That was something you didn't want to chance – especially not in this state.
"Since 2. We're 3 hours outside the border of Germany. Now go to sleep." He flicked up the fold of his jumper to cover his neck, placed his hand around his waist and dozed off. In the struggle of decisions within your mind, in the tense and dangerous situation that you were now currently amongst, you couldn't help but think of the old Jason, and how he would do exactly the same. You smiled slightly. How could he have changed so much, and yet not changed at all?
"I'm sorry, but we have to keep moving." You mumbled, waiting for him to move. You watched him and noticed how peaceful he looked; the slow rise and fall of his chest, his deep and regulated breaths, how his eyelids would flutter sometimes or how he seemed like such a normal guy. You shook yourself. He was asleep, that's all.
"Jason!" You whispered harshly. He flung his eyes open and glared at you.
"What?" He scorned; eyes boring into yours. You felt lost suddenly. Whenever he was the slightest bit mad at you, you lost all track of what was right or wrong – all your sense of morals would just suddenly disappear and you had no idea why.
"Er…" You looked away, "We need to keep moving if we're going to stay ahead of them." He sighed – and not the tired sigh, a laboured sigh; the kind that your parents would make if you had done something terribly wrong. You hated that about him; how he could make you feel so weak and worthless. He could always screw with your perception of reality.
"Fine." He growled, and started the car with a jerking motion. You tried to lighten the mood:
"Do you want me to drive so you can–"
"No." He cut you off sharply, "Not after what happened last time. I'm not stupid." But you ended up making things worse.
You glared at the floor, readjusting your seat belt as Jason drove the car out of the parking lot and turned onto the highway. He didn't always have to be sharp with you. He never used to.
With your head against the cold surface of the window, you let your eyes follow the streetlights as they passed. Every lamp held an orb of light – sometimes illuminating signposts as you passed. You watched them with a faint hint of interest and as you passed, you would read each of them; checking for your upcoming destination. You had – while waging war with yourself – decided to visit an old friend in Munich. You hoped Jason wouldn't object too much to you wanting to stop off. Perhaps if you told him it was something that directly linked to his past then maybe he would be willing to stop in as well. If everything went to plan, this would turn out better than you could have hoped. You glanced sideways as Jason. If only he knew what it felt like to get even; to teach those who have caused you pain and misery what it really meant to hurt. A somewhat devious smirk flickered across your face. He would know soon.
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.