Chapter: Twenty Four.

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"Why do you kill?"

Jameson stopped shots on his tracks, his head hung low as he stared at his white shoes. Jackson has been asking a lot of questions lately, questions that had him thinking, making him always want to give the right answers so he doesn't scare the man away from him.

Jameson doesn't care about anyone or what they called him or thought him to be, but somehow what Jackson thought of him mattered more than anything.

He didn't understand why Jackson is out to be tormenting him with emotional questions. Jameson refused to fight or argue with the older boy.

He couldn't bear the thoughts of hurting Jackson again.

"Jameson?" Jackson called after a very long awkward silence. He stood behind Jameson wanting to reach out and hold him into his chest but he resisted the desire to comfort the boy.

Jameson was a hard nut to crack and he would never speak if he doesn't wish to and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Having lived with the boy for months now Jackson knew Jameson well enough and since it has become obvious to him that Jameson may have started developing feelings for him.

Why not take advantage of that?

"I love doing it," Jameson spoke in that harsh tone that sounded as if a demon speaks through him.

Jackson felt his heart skip but stayed calm. "You love it?" Jackson drew a deep shuddering breath. "How does it make you feel?"

"The same as anyone who kills their enemies," Jameson whispered but Jackson heard him.

"Isn't there any other way to deal with your enemies other than killing them?"

"Name one and I will never kill again." Jameson turned around to face Jackson.

The moment Jackson's eyes met with those of Jameson's he felt cold instantly, it was as though the weather has just changed all of a sudden, he couldn't bring himself to look into Jameson's eyes for much longer so he broke contacts and looked everywhere but not into those dark eyes again.

"I want to show you something." Jameson continued but when he noticed Jackson wouldn't look at him he frowned. "Look at me!" He hissed dangerously low and Jackson was forced to stare at him once again.

Trying desperately to not look into those eyes for much longer Jackson breathed out. "W-What?" His voice sounded raw and painful.

The next action Jameson took feared him. The boy pulled his red leather jacket off and threw it on the forest floor, then he began undressing before Jackson.

Jackson knew he has waited long even for this day but seeing Jameson getting naked had him rethinking that choice.

"I don't want to lose you Jackson, but if after seeing me you chose to leave then I won't force you to stay." Jameson stopped at the last button and stared at Jackson.

Jameson didn't understand what and why he was doing this. What was he trying to prove to the older boy? Jameson never wanted anyone to see his deformity and scars.

As if baring his soul out so the world sees him as he truly was.

Jameson pushed the shirt off of his skin and Jackson's knees hit the grounds. He tried looking at that chest, abs, and hands but his stomach couldn't take it before he even realized it. It was too late. He retched and retched trying to get all that he had for breakfast out from his system maybe then he would be able to look at Jameson well enough and not embarrass the boy anymore than he already was.

Jameson knew his body was the reason the boy was on the ground dry-heaving but he didn't stop there. He pulled at his pants and all but once pushed the jeans and briefs off and threw it aside.

He stood naked and waited for the older boy to recover.

Jackson thought it was over and when he looked up at Jameson again this time he was rolling around in dried leaves coughing and gagging, his eyes wet with unshed tears.

He just couldn't believe he was staring at an actual human body. Jameson's whole body was filled with darkened bruises and scars, lines after lines and shapes after shapes. No part of his body was left without any of those marks safe the boy's face, even the better parts of his neck had scars. Heck his cock was bruised as well one could easily make out flat dark lines that circled around the beautiful cock as if it were a ring of black tick lines.

"How come he's never noticed that on his cock before?"

Jackson just didn't know where to begin yet his eyes followed Jameson's body as he turned his back to him showing him more of the hideousness of the marks all over his beautiful body.

It was painful to behold and Jackson just laid there in the grass crying even harder.

Jameson's skin looked so pale as if he has no blood rushing within him the only body part that looked normal was his face.

Jackson tried to look at the boy but just couldn't get himself to do that.

Jameson stood there staring back at him.

"W-what...w-who..."

"My father," Jameson whispered, that cold air returning again this time it was a lot colder. "He never loved me, he wanted me dead!"

Jackson crawled on his knees and wrapped his arms around himself trying to keep warm.

"W-why?!" Jackson shivered in cold.

"Said I was demon-possessed," Jameson smirked wickedly.

"But you are."

"I was five!" Jameson yelled and a thick white fog surrounded them in so much that Jackson's visions blurred. "I didn't even know what in hell that meant at that age!" Jameson stared daggers at the quivering man. "You asked me why I kill," Jameson sounded so inhuman. "This is why I kill." He touched his white skin that looked lifeless. "Years of torturous beating, starvation, and pain, I wanted to die but they wouldn't let me-"

"C-C-Cold..." Jackson's teeth clashed into each other.

Jameson moved fast and hugged the boy closer to his chest and the cold subsided as soon as Jameson held him.

"T-thank you."

Jameson smiled. "Although at age four I could communicate and see my friends, yet they didn't possess me until I was twelve, the day I almost died. I was certain I would have died if they hadn't come, hadn't done what they did. They came into my dark cold room and then in a cloud of smoke went into me. It all happened so fast that before I knew it I was burning up in pains so intense I thought I would die, but I didn't and that was the last pain I ever felt." Jameson rocked the still shivering Jackson in his arms.

"You know, standing there naked you looked like a dead body," Jackson whispered as he felt Jameson tighten his grip on him.

"What if I am?" Jameson asked in that voice again.

Jackson starred up into his eyes. "Dead bodies don't walk."

"Are you sure?" Jameson stared into his eyes as if wanting him to say something but Jackson averted his gaze.

"Why the hearts?" Jackson pressed his head even deeper into the boy's chest trying to listen to the sounds of his heartbeats.

If only he heard one.

"I need them, they need them."

"What....fo-" Jackson pushed away from the boy, his eyes burning into those of Jameson's. The fog is almost gone and the forest could be seen again. "I didn't hear your heartbeats." Jackson seems to be forcing each word out from his mouth.

"Have you ever?" Jameson whispered as he stood to go put his clothes back on.

"I never paid attention to it as I did just now." Jackson took bold steps and walked towards Jameson. Once he reached the boy, he turned him around and pressed his ears into Jameson's chest but heard no sound.

No single beat came from within that chest.

No heart.

How in hell was that possible?

His legs almost gave in as he stumbled backward with wide eyes almost falling off their sockets he dared to ask. "You don't have a heart," Jackson whispered.

"Heartless," Jameson told him and Jackson's eyes almost fell off.

"No."

Remembering the day he had called Jameson heartless and the boy had actually said thank you to him, he never understood why though, not until now.

But no human lives without a heart, then again Jameson wasn't human.

"What happened to you?"

"A lot. So much that you would never understand," Jameson replied the boy's thought without speaking out loud.

Jackson's legs gave in and he fell, his ass hitting dried grass and eyes spilling hot steams.

Jameson just read his mind and he just replied to him without speaking out loud.

"Lilia, Zeb, and Zak."

"Their names?" Jackson spoke aloud.

"Yes," Jameson smiled. "Zak was my favorite, I fell in love with him when I was ten. He was beautiful and you remind me so much of him." Jameson stared into Jackson's eyes and Jackson once again couldn't bring himself to stare back into those eyes.

"They changed you." He whispered.

'No, they made me." Jameson replied.

The last humanity he has left the day Lilia, Zeb and Zak took his body although now they are back in the dark hole behind his house and Jameson's could no longer see them as he used to, neither could he touch them. Now, whenever they wish to speak to him they came in a form of dark shadowy figures, still, Jameson could tell which visits when.

Although since Jackson came into his life, he had neither seen them nor killed for a heart.

Jameson didn't know why but he knew there was more to it.

He could feel it.

Sense it.

But he just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Don't you need hearts anymore?" Jackson smiled as he traced the scars on Jameson's hands.

The boy didn't bother wearing his shirt anymore.

There was nothing else to hide.

"I have yours to share." Jameson laughed when he saw the older boy ran away from him. "This is my woods and it won't take me anything to track you down and catch you!" Jameson yelled at the other.

"I would love to see you try!" Jackson's laughter filled the woods as Jameson sprinted towards the older boy.

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