Chapter 1
Writer's ramblings: Similar to my other fanfictions this story contains torture as well as drug use.
Jackson left his dead room, making his way past Artherton and into the cold night. He lit a cigarette and let his tired feet carry him home. His fingers started to go pink from the cold but he was too tired to care. He kept cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers so they did not go too numb. As he turned the corner he felt a flood of relief go through him. He could see his home and almost feel the blankets around his aching body. A fist blocked his view as it collided with his right cheek, then another fist came into sight, this time on his left. With his body reacting on instinct his hands came up to protect his face but the fists started to punch him in the gut. A foot hit the back of his knee and he was suddenly kneeling. The cold, wet ground seeping into his clothes. Using his hands to break his fall only meant that his attackers were able to kick him in the chest. He felt blood run down his face and his vision swam slightly. They kicked and stomped until he was lying in the fetal position. He was in too much pain to call for help.
One of the people knelt down in front of him while the other started stomping on his knee, part of Jackson was asking why they did not just kill him. The other part was trying to recognize the face now centimeters from him.
"Hello Mr. Judge. You have been a bad man again and this time Theodore will not let you get away so easily" the man flashed a wicked smile, his yellow teeth rotting in his mouth. Suddenly Jackson knew his attacker, a man he had known from a long time ago, one he had not particularly liked. There was a crack and a scream tore itself out of Jackson's throat, the second attacker had achieved his goal and finally broken his knee cap.
"There he cannot get anywhere now" the man's voice was familiar to Jackson, the underlying accent, but his mind would not focus on people from his past instead all he could focus on was the pain emanating from his knee.
"Hurts like a bitch does it. Now you just go to sleep we'll take care of everything" Jackson felt someone come up behind him, someone new, he willed his body to turn over so he could face the new threat but his body would not react. He felt a sting of pain as a needle entered a vein in his neck, the liquid was pushed into his blood stream and darkness soon followed.