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Brotherly Hate-Chapter Fifty Six-Who Are You?

Jason Cena watched the TV in silence, he had been doing that a lot lately but tonight was different, it was No Way Out and Shawn was attempting to gain revenge on his behalf against John, the teen could care less to be honest, that chapter of his life was over. Eighteen years old and already his dream job had turned into a nightmare, fate really could stick it to you at times. He gave a small grin as Shawn started to gain the upper hand in the match, deep down he was rooting for Shawn, he just didn't want to show it to the world, Shawn was now in full control and was going for Sweet Chin Music with the referee down, Jason noticed John wrapping the chain around his fist as he got up, Shawn started forward but Jason already knew what was coming. Chain to the gut, chain to the head, cover… three count. So much for revenge, John seemed to feel that way too as he taunted Shawn before doing the same to Mara at ringside, she merely responded with a look of pure hatred, even though they weren't speaking right now Jason had to hand it to her, she was sticking to her guns and standing up for him in his absence, she even tore new Smackdown announcer JBL (how he got the job Jason didn't even want to know) a new one for calling Jason a coward for no-showing and seemingly jumping to ECW, how that leaked out was anyone's guess although he had a good idea about who was responsible. John had finished celebrating and was walking up the aisle, he paused and stared right into the camera as though looking right at Jason, then winked and walked off, Jason frowned.

"So much for revenge" he thought again.

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A few hours later Jason pulled back the covers of his bed, it was the end of yet another crappy day, at least he only had a week or so before he went to ECW and got to wrestle again, even if Mara wasn't going to be by his side this time… Mara, despite the current state of the relationship and the lone-wolf mentality he was giving off, he really missed her, he missed her smile, he missed her hugs, he missed the way she tried to cheer him up when he was down, and God knows he needed that now. He would never admit it around anyone, not because he was ashamed to show weakness but because he still felt that slight twinge of betrayal whenever he thought of her, he sighed and pulled the covers over his head, maybe things would look different in the morning.

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-Begin dream-

Jason opened his eyes to find… blackness. Blackness all around, there was a small bit of light which seemed to be focused on him, he took a few minutes to try and register where he was but couldn't. He heard footsteps in the shadows.

"Hello? Hello is anyone there?"

There was no answer but the footsteps stopped.

"Hello? Anyone there? I need some help…"

"Got that right" replied a voice, it was cold, taunting and, strangely, familiar.

"Yeah, I'm lost, I don't know where I am…" again Jason was cut off.

"I believe what you should be saying is 'I don't know WHO I am'".

Jason stopped in confusion, he could see an outline in the shadows but that was about it, the voice he heard was very familiar but he couldn't place it.

"Who are you?"

A laugh. "I was about to ask you the same thing" was the taunting reply, Jason started to get mad.

"Look buddy, are you gonna stop talking in riddles and help me?"

"I can only help if you want to be helped".

"Again with the riddles, come out of the shadows so I can see you".

Even in the darkness he could make out a shrug. "Alright then" the figure walked forward, as he came into the light Jason almost freaked, he was looking at himself! Right down to the shoes he wore it was a mirror image, fighting his confusion and fear he spoke again.

"Who… who are you?"

"I'm you" was the simple response. "Or, I WAS you".

"Was?"

"Yeah, I was you, before you lost me".

"Look, can you at least make sense here? How could I have lost you if you're me?"

"Well I'm not so much you as a part of you".

"One more riddle and I'll rip out your vocal chords".

"Please, you couldn't if you tried, anyway, you want an answer?"

"Damn right".

"Fine, I am, or was, you're passion".

"My passion?"

"Yes" A smile. "You're passion, you're will to compete, the thing that drove you on whenever you set foot in the ring, the thing that helped you take Shawn Michaels to the limit and go through those three guys back at Survivor Series".

"My… passion?"

"Yes".

"So how did I 'lose' you?"

"Simple, the day you said you were done, that you didn't want to go back to Smackdown, was the day you lost me".

"What? Yeah right, I'm still passionate about what I do, why do you think I took the ECW offer?"

There was another cold laugh. "I know exactly why you took it and there was nothing to do with me in it, the reason you took it was to keep away from John".

"You… you don't know what I'm talking about".

"Well I wouldn't since I'm you would I? Anyway as I was saying, you have lost me".

"And I say I haven't!"

"Believe me you have, that empty feeling you have now… yes that look says you know what I'm talking about, but that feeling has nothing to do with John, or Mara for that matter, you have that feeling because you have no passion, no will, no drive".

"I'm still as determined as I ever was".

A shake of the head. "No, no you're not, if you were then you would have stayed on Smackdown and fought back against John…"

"Hold it! You know damn well I can't do that because…"

"Because of the promise to Mom, I know, but think of this, do you think Mom would have wanted you to be like this? To wallow in self pity? To force everyone else in your life away? Including the best thing in your life?"

"I take it you mean Mara?"

"Yes, you forced her away with how you've been acting".

"You think I don't know that? You think I don't miss her every minute of every day?"

"I know you miss her, I also know that you're too scared to talk to her".

Jason tried to reply but couldn't think of what to say.

"Anyway, about Mom, yes you… and John, promised her you'd never fight each other, and who broke it? Not you, so who do you think Mom would be mad at? And don't you think she'd want you to stand up for yourself?"

Jason didn't reply.

"What was it she always said? If you don't stand up for yourself no-one else will, so Jason, it's real simple, who are you? Are you the Jason Cena who stands up for himself? Or the Jason Cena who shuts himself away from the world and cowers for the rest of his life?"

Jason frowned. "Why should I listen to you? You're just a dream".

"Maybe, but I'm a dream that knows the truth, now, decision time, are you going back?" The hand was held out.

Jason smiled. "I dunno, are you gonna come back to me?"

Another smile, this one was warm. "I just might".

Jason took the hand, the two stared into each others eyes for ages then…

"Oh by the way, you do realise you need to talk to Mara right?"

"Yeah".

"Good, now it's time for me to go, and time for you to wake up…"

-End dream-

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"… Jason, Jason wake up".

Jason slowly propped himself up on one elbow and stared at Rebecca.

"That was the weirdest dream I ever had".

"What? Never mind, I need you to get up and watch Cameron for a while".

"Sure".

"Thanks".

Jason got dressed and headed downstairs, as he did he couldn't help but notice how different he felt this morning, he hadn't felt this way since… he thought about the dream, it couldn't be could it? He sat down next to Cameron in the kitchen and slowly felt something that hadn't been there before for a while return, it was a will, a will to compete, a will to go out and tear the house down in front of thousands of people. Yet, with this will came something else, this was an urge, an urge for vengeance, an urge for retribution against the person who had taken him out. Despite the anger that was rising he smiled, he couldn't wait to see the look on Shawn's face when he told him to book two tickets to Smackdown.

And he damn sure couldn't wait to see John's face when he got there.

End of Chapter

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There ya go, unlike the legend that is the Boogeyman Jason's coming back! Has John unleashed something that he can't control? Does this mean no ECW? And will he reunite with Mara? All will be revealed… as soon as I figure out how to put it in writing. See ya then!

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