Chapter: Twenty Seven

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Jameson felt numb as he rolled around the small soft mattress he laid on, for days all they did to him was inject more of those drugs into him and he would only just stay awake long enough to eat a few bites before he falls back asleep.

Not knowing where he was or seeing many faces.

They were only three people who come into his room, two tall strong men their job being to hold him down while the lady injects him and then fed him what he could eat.

Jameson's eyes flickered with the bright blinding lights, the place was too bright, white walls and white mattress. The brightness alone weakens him.

This isn't his place he mustn't be here.

With that light, there was just so very little he could do.

Jameson tried to sit up but fell back into those damn softness once again.

His anger flared and the room grew foggy, in no time the whole place became tick with white smoke.

Jameson tried again, this time he sat up but couldn't stand on his feet, too jelly to hold him up.

"Fuck!"

He cursed and fell back into the mattress for the umpteenth times.

"Fuckkkk!!"

He yelled and punched the wall.

"Jackson!"

He called out again.

Hours past with him cursing and struggling to gain his strength back.

Finally, he gave up and fell asleep once again.

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"Jameson Carmelo Woods."

Jameson opened his eyes, at last, that name has been sounding from a distance for who knows how long, he got bored and angry with the irritating sounds of that voice calling his name.

"Jameson, are you wake?"

Jameson looked to his side, he found about four men seated on a round table, they were close but then Jameson saw the glass wall that separates him from them.

He hissed and tried getting up again but failed when he realized he was chained to a metal Chair.

"What the fuck is this?!" Jameson yelled furiously as he shook vigorously trying to break free.

That damn brightness.

Jameson cursed and shut his eyes, they seem to know that he hates the light and they purposely turned it up higher.

"You will stay calm and answer all our questions, do you understand that?"

Jameson raised his face to meet theirs and he saw their jaws drop when they met his black eyes, Jameson smirked.

"Fuck you!"

They sat there for long minutes just staring into oblivion. After it seems like forever had passed another lady walked in.

"Sir?" She called one of the men.

All four eyes still glued on Jameson, mouth wide open none moving or saying a thing.

"Sir...Sir!" The lady shoved at all four men. "What have you done?!" She yelled at Jameson.

The demon boy laughed deviously.

"GET. OUT!"

She ran towards the door, tapped on some random red buttons near the door, her shaky hands tapping all at once soon the glass sealed.

Jameson could neither see the other room nor hear them.

"I will kill you!!"

He screamed.

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"Sir!" She whispered, her voice shaky.

"Kim," Mr. Robert jumped from his chair, the other three followed immediately each one tugging at their suites to get them off, they were all soaked with sweat.

"What the hell happened?!" Jacob asked rushing out of the room.

"I think he did something to you all," Kim replied, she too was hot on their heels.

"Hell, he did!" Ruiz said.

"That boy is evil," Mark whispered.

"That much is obvious, we only need to strategize another means to make him talk." Robert sat in his chair.

"The kid!" Ruiz Suggested.

"What kid?" Mark asked while the others stared at Ruiz.

"Jeremy!"

"What about Jeremy, the boy is going through so much right now with his father's both hands been amputated, his mother is almost insane and his sister has gone mad with the headache that wouldn't go away," Robert told him.

"What would you possibly need the boy for?" Jacob asked.

"I have this feeling down in my guts that he will listen to the boy?"

"Why?" Mark asked.

"I believe he has a thing with Jackson."

"How and when?" Jacob asked.

"That is for us to find out if we can get Jeremy to come to speak with the boy."

"In that case, we will try this theory and if it doesn't work then I'm making a decision," Robert told his men. "Kim send a few men to get me, Jeremy Jones Patterson."

"Yes, sir." The lady left.

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"Jameson."

Jameson jumped awake. That voice he would recognize it from a million miles away.

"Can you hear me?"

Jameson tried adjusting his eyes to the brightness once again and when he finally got his eyes accustomed to the white lights he smiled at the face he saw.

"Jackson, baby..."

"How are you?" Jeremy asked.

Something about the boy calms him.

"Not good lover, we need to get out of here." Jameson tried breaking free from that cursed chair once again. "I came to get you. I was worried baby, I waited for you to come back, I bought your gifts." Jameson blinked back tears. "Why did you come back here? After everything they did to you, you told me you hated them, they were the reason you left home, the reason you crashed into that tree remember, just why would you come back to them, baby? Is it me? Did I do something wrong? If I did then tell me I promise I will change for you, you know I would." He smiled when he saw tears run down the older boy's face. "It's been six days baby, I have been waiting for you, I know you will come back and now that you are here, I promise I will take us home."

"I'm sorry Jameson but it's been six months you came to my house, six months my father lost both of his arms, six months my sister went mad and six fucking months my mother has been on the bricks of sanity." Jeremy stood up and went to press both hands on the glass that separates both rooms. "Six months you ruined my family's lives and today make it a year and a half Jackson died in a car accident, he was burnt to death in it!"

Jameson paused.

He stared at the boy for a while then smiled.

"They are making you say these things to me?"

"No Jameson, I'm sorry but my name is Jeremy and if you have been with my brother all this time I'm sure he would have told you about me." Jeremy went back to his seat and fell into the chair.

His brother has been living another life all this time. He found love, he was happy. What went wrong?

The boy cried.

"No!"

"No!!"

"Nooo!!!" Jameson yelled as he felt his anger boil within him, his demons returning once again and in one swift motion he broke the chains and stood up facing the stunned crowds in the room. "Jackson is not dead!" He whispered coldly.

"Is it just me or is it getting cold in here?" Jacob asked robbing at his arms.

"Seal the room now, everybody gets out!" Robert yelled and they vacated the room sealing Jameson in his.

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"Correct me if I am wrong but has Jackson been living in Snowville all this time even after been dead?!" Ruiz asked in total bewilderment.

"It appears so."

"How is that even possible?!" The shocked man asked again.

"It happens!"

"Then where did he go?"

"Maybe he was discovered!" Mark told him.

"What?" Ruiz whisper yelled.

"Either that or he just wanted to lead Jameson to us," Robert replied.

"Why would he lead him to us?!" Ruiz could not understand.

"To save him and to put an end to his murderous quest of hunting hearts and killing people, that boy is obviously not human." Robert shuddered at the thoughts.

"Pamela said she couldn't cut through his skin to draw blood for the test," Mark told the crew.

"That can't be possible," Robert replied shocked.

"I believe that, have you seen the things that boy does?!" Ruiz yelled at the men.

"How is Jeremy?" Robert asked the moment he saw Kim walk into the office.

"Good, he's been taken home!"

"How is he holding up?"

"I'm not sure, he wouldn't speak to anybody until he left," Kim replied before sauntering out of the room and down the hallway.

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"Jameson."

Jameson opened his eyes, he was back in his white room again. He just doesn't understand how they manage to knock him out each time while moving him around.

"Jameson."

He blinked his eyes and flinched from the brightness of the light.

Realization sets in and he sat up straight.

"Lilia."

He smiled.

They were in the room, he could feel all three of them.

"Zeb."

He looked around him.

"Zak."

He hates the idea of not having to touch them like it used to be.

He saw the shadows at the other end of the room and smiled.

"I missed you all so much. Where did you go?"

"Don't feel bad, you knew why we left." The demons replied.

"He's died, he died in that car, that night."

Jameson cried.

"We know, that's why we let him stay with you!"

"You knew about this."

"Yes Jameson, we are always watching, he loves you and you found love too."

"Why then did you take him away from me?"

"We didn't."

"You didn't?"

"We would never hurt you, Jameson."

"What happened then?"

"He was discovered by a friend."

"Who?"

"His name is Eric, Jackson's best friend."

"He told me about him, said his mother hated him that's why he left for Snowville."

Jameson's eyes darkened.

"That's why he died."

"Jameson."

"I will kill them all!"

"You must not touch Eric, Jackson will never forgive you if you do that!"

"Then I will kill his mother!"

"Fair enough."

"Are you ready to leave?" Zak asked.

"Not without my bag."

"Behind you."

Jameson smiled when he caught sight of the familiar black bag, he picked it up and flung it on his shoulder.

"Now I'm ready."

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Damn.....talk about reality...oh well, it gets better.

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