The soulmark story that nobody asked for
The 10th of January 2006. That day marks the beginning of their story. A story that begins at an end point, at a dark point. A point that brings an abrupt closure to the life he knew. t's a curse.
It's a blessing. It's the warmest feeling he's ever felt.
It's fireworks lighting up a dark sky, a huge wave crashing through the sand that sticks solidly into his chest. The light illuminating the cold darkness.
His eyes widen hopefully as his feet allow him to take a few short steps. It is the sensation that he knows, the one that accompanies the beautiful girl, but multiplied by a thousand. Sparks flicker all over his body and his fingers tingle as they brush across something alien, something new on his body… which shouldn't be possible. Pale, white lines, smoothly flowing as though written by a calligrapher's hand.
A Soulmark.
A name.
A destiny.
Alice.
Beautiful light
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Emotional Shake
"If two people are destined to be together, even if they stumble a thousand times, they will still find each other at the end of the road."
The first time it happens, It's at the beginning of December 2005.
The house is silent, so he takes the opportunity to read the comic book that Emmett gave him a few days ago. The perfect gift to understand the world, his brother commented with a simple smile and a sparkle in his eyes.
Jasper smiles, delighting in turning and reading each page.
The light flickers in his room changing the atmosphere to something much lighter, softer.
That's when he feels it.
Pain.
The pain is dull and occupies his chest, preventing him from moving.
The pain spreads to Jasper's throat, squeezing with so much pressure it makes it difficult for even him to swallow. It continues through his abdomen, turning his stomach into a mess of cold sensations and ends with his limbs becoming numb.
Much stronger than the one who consumed him in the war.
Pain has found a companion, anger. They both play with his mind and he imagines that he would have the same feeling of vertigo if he fell off a cliff without any material to save himself.
He can see his past actions like a river of images in a flickering sea.
The feeling is the closest thing to hell.
He doesn't know how to get away from the dark thought that comes with Peter's departure.
How to deal with the fact that the woman turned him into a monster knowing how much damage it would do to him, how devastated and alone he would always feel.
Not.
He can't explain what the memories do to his heart.
There are things that he may have stored, kept in his memory to be analyzed later. Perhaps there are all the memories that he is supposed to overcome, and he has not achieved.
The hatred his father radiates when Jasper sees his own image, what he became. That adds to the long pile that he must overcome, coupled with the intense memory of Maria.
We are what we have lived. And he has lived too much in this years.
So many intense, vibrant, passionate memories, being feared, being hated, being admired, being a lie.
Being the epitome of triumph.
Being something he never was, something he never wanted. And now it's something he can't shake.
He can't stop playing a role.
Although sometimes he wanted to. Oh! How he wanted to shout the truth, and have everyone see him.
See the broken, dark, cold, protective and violent boy that society has turned him into.
The ghost that lives in his eyes, that only leaves when he has the opportunity to run, when he finally feels free, at peace.
Get lost.
Leave the lie behind.
We are what we get over, but he doesn't know how, because being The Mayor is something Jasper Whitlock hasn't gotten over, and maybe he will never get over.
The pain embraces him and he feels broken until he feels a new sensation, the flicker of an electrical spark on his skin, warming him. It is the sunset glow of the sun caressing his skin, the subtlety of the wind touching his skin.
Is he hallucinating?
The steps resonate, accompanied by the most melodious sound he's heard in his life - the melody of an angel. His chest contracts abruptly at the sound, his dead heart beats strongly against his chest.
He quickly closes his eyes and imitates a movement learned from his peers - he takes a deep breath, which he knows he doesn't need - to try and calm the pressure that has drastically affected his body.
"Hi!" The voice is soft, gentle, bringing with it a balm for his chest. "Are you okay?"
He opens his eyes to see a pretty girl anguished expression in front of him.
His conscience tells him to get away from her, but his more primal urges beg him to continue.
Her green eyes look at him with an emotion that he isn't able to decipher, but they make his mouth feel dry and his words cling to his lips.
"Are you okay?" she asks again. This time, her pale fingers touch his skin, creating a beautiful contrast that has his skin tingling at the contact.
He swallows and nods.
She nods too, still looking at him, then smiles. "I've waited for you for a long time"
And with that she is gone along with his pain.
Minutes later, Jasper understands that the emotion in his chest was produced by the sound of the girl's laughter.
How odd.
It's seven days, twelve hours, four minutes later when it happens again.
A warm sensation begins under his feet and extends to every cell of his body when he hears her laugh.
It's a much softer melody, but somehow more natural.
He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.
His heart feels like it's going to explode when he sees her sitting in the main dining room chair, as if she belongs there.
As if she were the absolute owner of the place.
"Hi, Jasper."
He doesn't know what to say.
His mind has gone crazy and he is now able to create this beautiful girl, with her silky hair and pretty green eyes.
"You look handsome." She smiles warmly, like a thin strand of her light hair that falls over her forehead. Her forehead wrinkles a second later. "You need to find me quickly."
Find you where? He wants to ask but she's already gone when the first syllable runs through his lips.
Later, his mind resonates with the sound of her angelic voice taking root in each of his thoughts.
It's disconcerting, to tell the truth.
Time passes slowly.
Jasper's days are full of learning, reading, chess games and Video games with Emmett- who he particularly considers a worthy opponent - while his nights are based on the logical search for an explanation to his past experience.
He rejects most theories for their lack of validity.
Secretly, he finds himself wanting to hear her laughter again. For entirely selfish reasons.
The third time it happens he is immersed in a fight to death with Emmett in a Mortal Kombat game, and from the look his giant brother is giving him, he doesn't appreciate Jasper kicking his ass repeatedly.
Jasper almost laughs at it when he feels it again, small electrical sparks starting from his fingers and spreading to his chest in a way so disconcerting and warm, it makes him feel alive.
Emmett's mouth opens to hurl another colorful insult, but his attention is taken by the girl, the beautiful tiny girl.
The girl who wears a flower dress and moves with agile steps in his living room while she paints.
Emmett doesn't see her, that's clear. But Jasper can even smell the lavender scent coming off of her. He feels dizzy in her presence.
Her movements are aesthetically pleasing as her hands paint a scarlet canvas.
He can't help but marvel at the ease with which her hands conjure up simple abstract forms, how she creates patterns of shapes with her delicate hands. And - the most disconcerting part for him - her laughter as it takes hold over every sound in the place.
His heart responds to the sound, squeezing as usual. That same feeling increases when she sees him and smiles. He feels dizzy, but as the orders escape Emmett's lips, the sensation becomes bearable. He closes his eyes and breathes.
It's only when she stops laughing that the sensation disappears. And he's able to open his eyes.
"Yeah, one, two, three, calling Jasper, we need you on earth!" exclaims his brother, laughing.
His lips join in a thin line and Jasper shakes his head in dismay.
He should consider a solid theory to explain what is happening to his body.
At this point it is already worrying.
The live dreams or visions (he now calls them that), he doesn't know, are not the only things that appear in the following weeks. There is a sensation, a feeling awakening within him. And Jasper - for the first time in his life - doesn't really know what to do with it.
He just lets himself be carried away by that trapping sensation that runs through his body and clouds his mind.
The fog appears first, then the movement that makes him spin in thousands of different directions until it stops. He doesn't know the place, but he's sure it belongs to a room taken from one of Esme's famous magazines.
The girl is there. It's the first thing he notices.
Her body is lying face down on the cozy sofa in neutral colors. Her head rests on her red cardigan; thin strands cover her angelic face. Her breathing is light, while her hand has fallen to the side.
"It's rude to stare at a person while she's sleeping," she says with a sleepy smile. Her eyes are still closed, and Jasper jumps.
"I... he starts." I did not want to, I..."
Her answer comes in the form of a giggle. "I like the way you get all nervous. It's adorable, almost like your shows are going to short circuit."
His heart jumps.
His mouth dries.
And his mind runs.
The girl opens her eyes and jumps up.
"You're not short-circuiting, are you?" she asks tentatively, placing her right hand directly on his chest, at the height of his dead heart.
His heart resounds, feeling the heat coming from her hand. A tingling forms in his stomach and spreads throughout his body, like an electric current about to finish with everything that is within his reach.
Maybe he should consider whether his body is malfunctioning.
Maybe she isn't far from the truth.
The way his body acts, every sound that comes from her, while still disconcerting, is music to his mind.
"Jasper," she calls, and concern shows in her features.
He swallows. Her green eyes shine when they look at him. They greet him with a language he can't understand.
His heart beats fast. He purses his lips, wanting to avoid the sensation.
Then, she does the unthinkable. She brings her pale fingers to his face, caressing with a tenderness that his cheek has never felt.
And his world moves from one place to another.
He is hit with one of the strongest sensations he has felt in his existence. His heart beats at a disconcertingly high rate, his hands sweat and his stomach twists. He is sure that his pupils dilate before his beautiful smile, but it's a fact that is erased instantly.
When reality hits him- she is a human and projecting her emotions onto him. That explains his own racing heart, his sweaty palms, and the confusing feelings in his mind.
He takes a step back, leaving an incredulous and disconcerted girl behind.
Then she's gone, but his heart keeps galloping and moving after that.
His vision doesn't appear again, and for the first time in his life he doesn't focus on bringing it back. He doesn't need dreams of beautiful girls, nor people harming his mood. So he does what he does best. He omits these vivid dreams or visions, puts them somewhere far away in his mind, he doesn't think about them.
Until something happens, three days later.
The 10th of January 2006.
That day marks the beginning of their story.
A story that begins at an end point, at a dark point.
A point that brings an abrupt closure to the life he knew.
t's a curse.
It's a blessing.
It's the warmest feeling he's ever felt.
It's fireworks lighting up a dark sky, a huge wave crashing through the sand that sticks solidly into his chest.
The light illuminating the cold darkness.
His mother's hug, his little sister's smile, and all the memories that make him incredibly happy united in a single sensation that binds him.
It invites him to be happy.
His eyes widen hopefully as his feet allow him to take a few short steps. It is the sensation that he knows, the one that accompanies the beautiful girl, but multiplied by a thousand. Sparks flicker all over his body and his fingers tingle as they brush across something alien, something new on his body… which shouldn't be possible. Pale, white lines, smoothly flowing as though written by a calligrapher's hand.
A Soulmark.
A name.
A destiny.
Alice.
The name feels soft on his lips. He likes the sound.
It sounds like love, freedom and happiness in the same name.
He feels so completely foreign to him, and yet so right at the same time.
For the first time in his life, Jasper Hale felt something he had never felt before: Hope.
TBC…
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