Capítulo 3: Strangers in the Night
An old man walked up to the shop just as a boy was shutting it down.
"Jason, morning," he said as he reached the entrance.
The boy glanced over and, a second later, replied, "Good morning, Mr. White."
Looking at the boy's face, which was completely blank, the old man said softly, "I heard what happened. Mathew was a good man."
Jason didn't need to ask he knew Mr. White was talking about his dad.
"He was, Mr. White," Jason said quietly.
"What are you going to do about the shop?"
"I'm going to sell it," Jason said, his eyes fixed on the place.
"Hmm… and university? Are you still planning to go?"
"No. I don't think I can focus on that anymore."
"Call me anytime you need help, Jason. Mathew helped me a lot, it's only right I repay it," the man said, placing a hand on Jason's shoulder, giving it a firm pat before walking away.
Watching Mr. White's figure disappear down the street, Jason muttered , "You can't, Mr. White. Nobody can."
Shaking his head, he turned and walked away.
He finally reached home, but just as he was about to step inside, he suddenly stopped and turned around.
Two men stood a short distance away, both dressed in jeans and jackets, looking suspicious like petty thieves sizing him up.
The moment Jason's gaze landed on them, the two quickly looked away, pretending they hadn't been watching him.
Jason narrowed his eyes, his instincts kicking in. But instead of confronting them, he stepped inside and quietly shut the door behind him.
Outside, one of the men muttered, "You think he saw us?"
"Doesn't matter," the other replied, his tone cold. "We've gotta finish the job today."
JASON POV
Sitting on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, I replayed the events of outside in my head.
Those two guys they weren't just hanging around. They were watching me.
I muttered under my breath, taking a slow sip, "But why?"
It's been two weeks since I got here. Two weeks since I woke up in this body. I haven't done anything remotely suspicious. Hell, I've barely gone out except to keep the shop running.
So why were they watching me?
Is it because of the shop?
It's not exactly a gold mine. Small, barely enough customers to keep it afloat not the kind of place that would attract attention.
And the house? It's just a rental. Nothing special about it either.
So, what's their deal?
Let's wait for their move.
It's not like I'm scared or anything. If they want to come at me, they'll find out real quick that I'm not some easy target.
But still, I need to figure out what their goal is.
NIGHTTIME
The two suspicious men appeared near Jason's house, lurking in the shadows.
Seeing the lights inside go dark, one of them whispered, "Let's go."
The other nodded, and they moved silently toward the house, making sure no one saw them.
Opening the door was almost too easy, like they'd done it a hundred times before.
"Let's head to the bedroom," one of them said, his voice low.
The other followed close behind.
When they reached the bedroom, they saw someone lying on the bed, covered head-to-toe with a blanket.
Sharing a quick nod, they moved into position. One of them pulled out a handkerchief soaked in a knockout solution, creeping closer.
The other yanked the blanket away in one swift motion.
But instead of Jason, they found a pile of pillows.
Their eyes widened in shock. They'd been discovered.
Before they could react, both felt something grab their legs.
"What the—"
In the next second, they hit the floor hard.
"Ouch!"
"Hey!"
"What the hell just happened?"
They tried to scramble to their feet, but panic surged when they realized something was horribly wrong. They couldn't feel their legs.
Then the lights flickered on, revealing the full extent of the nightmare.
Each man had lost a leg, cleanly severed just below the knee.
What was even more terrifying they couldn't feel the pain. It was as if their bodies had gone numb to the most basic instinct.
Jason stood, watching them with a cold, detached expression.
He muttered under his breath, his voice low and steady. "That's it."
Jason stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "Let's start the interrogation."
The two men froze, their faces filled with horror. One of them shouted, "Stop! Stop! Stay back!"
In a quick motion, one of the men checked his pocket, drawing his gun, his hands trembling.
Jason didn't flinch. He casually tossed a small marble into the air, watching as it transformed mid-flight, turning into a heavy brick that slammed into the man's face with sickening force.
The man crumpled, blood spraying across the floor, his partner's face turning pale at the sight.
"You're one of those freaks," the other man muttered, his eyes wide with fear, but Jason just smirked.
That kind of fear didn't bother him.
Jason moved to the man hit by the brick, his hand hovering over the man's clothing. With a flick of his fingers, the clothes vanish.
His hand then moved to the man's stomach.
The partner screamed in panic, his eyes wide as he watched his friend's body vanish. "Let me go, please! I'll tell you everything! I wasn't in this alone! I didn't choose this!"
Jason's voice was cold, like a whisper from hell. "Of course, you will."
His grin twisted with something dark. "Isn't that why I left you?"
The last word hung in the air, a sentence that carried the weight of finality.
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