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Character Jason Jekyll Creator cooldownnow

Three years ago

Jason Jekyll sat quietly on his living room sofa. Jason's father and uncle Roger stood in front of him arguing fiercely, and the only thing keeping them from exchanging blows was the police officer standing in between the two. "Darren, I knew you were a messed up child, the things you use to do to me! But I thought you'd grown up!" Roger says "It's really come to this now? You're beating on your own son!" Roger yelled angrily, pointing at the bruises on Jason's face.

"How dare you accuse me of beating my own child!" Jason's father yelled angrily "He got into a fight with a neighborhood bully, that's all!"

"Yeah, and I'm looking right at him!" Roger says taking a step closer preparing to swing.

"So, you think you're tough now…" Darren leered, towering over Roger. "You think you can take your older brother?" He asked mockingly "Why don't you just go hide in the library and read your books?"

"You know, you are pathetic!" Roger yelled. "For all your strength you're nothing! Nothing more than an abusive father and ex-husband that likes to drink too much! You're still stuck in high school! Why won't you grow up!"

"That's enough you two!" the police officer said as the pair started to go for each other. "I get that you two have some sibling rivalry that you need to work out, but it can wait. This isn't about you it's about the boy."

Darren spat. "I already told you! He got into a fight with a neighborhood bully!" Darren turned to Jason, who shrunk back. "Tell him boy. Tell him right now 'bout that the boy down the street that hit you." Jason watched the other officer waiting with a pen and notepad in hand. Jason wanted to tell them the truth, that his father beat him. He punched and kicked him for no reason at all. He even whipped him; the beatings didn't stop if his father couldn't find a belt, it just meant that he would get hit with whatever was nearest. Jason once got beat with a cable wire; he still had the scares to prove it.

"Peter from down the street stole my Captain Brittan action figure." Jason said in shame. He had never had a Captain Brittan toy "When I tried to get it back him and his friends beat me up."

"You see? I told you." Darren said in triumph.

"That's a load of bull and you know it!" Roger yelled at the police officers angrily."He fed him that load!" Roger moved over to Jason and looked him in the eye. "Jason, it's okay. You can tell us, and we'll make sure it stops. I know how scared you are of your father. He use to beat on me too when we were little. But the police are here now, and if you tell us what happened they'll make sure your father can't hurt you. It's okay. You can tell me."

"I got into a fight" Jason said again, biting back the tears in his eyes. Lying to his Uncle Roger was tearing him apart. But if he told on his father he would kill him. He told him so, police or not.

"Well if that's sufficient enough I'd like you to escort my brother off the property." Jason father ordered the cop, struggling to contain his victorious grin. "I'd like him removed right now."

"Like hell! I am not leaving without my nephew!" Roger said to the officer.

"I'm sorry but you heard the boy." The officer said. "I can report this to child services, but in the mean time, this is your brother's property and you have to go." The officer gently grabbed Roger by the shoulder and led him to the door. Roger stopped before his brother.

"I will make you pay." He said, low enough for only Darren to hear. "I let you bully me, I let you drive Alicia to her grave, I am not going to let you do the same to Jason."

"What are you going to do about it coward?" Darren shot back. Jason saw his uncle look back at his father. His eyes went dark and yellow, and he gave him a sinister smile. Jason had never seen that look in his uncle before, and even his dad seemed to be taken aback. The police officer had enough for one night, and escorted him out of the house. "Bastard" Darren muttered. Then he shouted. "No one's going to tell me how to raise my sun!" Darren slams the door behind the officer. "What the hell are you looking at with those damn puppy dog eyes? Go to bed!" Jason nodded and ran upstairs to his room closing the door behind him. He jumped into his bed and sobbed, he just messed up his last way out, and now he was stuck with his dad. That night Jason cried himself to sleep.

He never slept well. He always had the same dream. His dad was drunk again, and he just came home from his work. "Alicia!" He yelled. "Alicia, get over here!" Jason watched from around the corner as he took off his belt and when she came to him he started beating her. Jason yelled for him to stop, but he wouldn't. He just kept on beating her again, and again. Then a shadow fell over his dad, and he turned around with a look of abject horror on his face. The yellow eyed monster grabbed a stick, and started beating Jason's dad. Then yellow-eye turned to him. "Hey J.J." He growled. "Brains aren't everything. You know your dad's right. You know he gets away with everything because he's strong. You can be strong to J.J. All you have to do is let me out. LET ME OUT!"

Jason woke up from his nightmare in a sweat. He laid down in his bed for a while, panting, then he heard a loud yell coming from downstairs. He could hear a struggle, followed by a lot of things being broken in the kitchen. A thought crossed Jason's mind that it was his uncle coming back to save him, but his father must have still been awake. Now he was beating his uncle to death! Jason crept out of bed and down the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could. To his shock his father laid on the living room floor in a pool of his own blood, the expression on his face was one of pure horror.

Then Jason saw him, saw it. It was a huge monster of a man it stood 10 feet tall his chest and arms were covered in hairy muscles. His pants were ripped as if they were made for a man many times smaller than this monster. He wore a top hat and held a black Cain in his right hand. The monsters hands were covered in his father's blood. He turned to Jason, his eyes shining in the darkness.

"Jason... go back to sleep." It said in a deep husky voice "Go back to sleep... and forget you saw this."

Jason shivered in terror. The monster's eyes were bright yellow and menacing and… and… hypnotic. Soothing. Jason nodded and went back upstairs to his room, he jumped into his bed. He closed his eyes real tight and had the most pleasant night of sleep he's had since he was a baby.

Runaway...

Today

Jacob sat quietly in his room filling his old green backpack full of his favorite junk food. He knew there would be food at the party, but rich food never sat well in his stomach. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and gave out a small smile. He realized he was doing that a lot these days. Ever since after his father's death and Jason's uncle got full custody of him. Soon afterwards they moved to the United States, and Jason couldn't be happier away from his old house. For the first time in a long while, Jason was happy; Roger was the father Jason had always dreamed of. He could take a little rich food and boredom. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and left his room. He found his uncle fast asleep on the couch with his head cocked on his right arm. He was wearing his best suit and top hat. Jason thought his uncle was overdressing for the occasion a little; he was wearing a black polo shirt and jeans.

"Uncle Roger." Jason says shaking him awake "Were going to be late for your Christmas party." Rogers's eyes open instantly he looks at his watch then back at his nephew.

"Darn Jason how could you let me oversleep?" he asked with a yawn. He jumped to his feet, holding his arms out stretching. His back let out two solid pops, and he relaxed with a smile. "Alright let's go."