Post by Jayson Matthews on May 28, 2018 4:15:52 GMT
The old dilapidated boat, creaked as it floated downstream atop the murky waters. The mist covered the river and he had a hard time seeing through it. Nothing but shadows in the abyss of what he assumed were fish. They were huge and menacing shadows but he casted his line anyways. He wasn’t sure what type of monsters lurked below but he knew he really wanted to catch one, to impress his dad.
“Isn’t this divine, son?”
Angel Blake, God, his real live dad asked as he exhaled deeply of the fresh air around him. The area was swampy and thick. The trees were bare and mostly just jagged branches reaching for sunlight, but there was none. Nothing but overcast and grey as far as the eye could see. Jayson noticed that despite being on a slow moving river in the middle of the wilderness, there didn’t seem to be many animals at all. Everything felt eerily still. Well everything except for the river.
“This is amazing, dad.”
Jayson nodded his head and smiled. Despite his odd surroundings he really enjoyed this moment. Out on the river, fishing with his dad. It was like a dream come true. He didn’t want to sour the moment But he still had a nagging question in the back of his head…
“Something still troubles you, son?”
Jayson is startled from his fishing pole and he looks up at his God surprised that He could still tell what he was thinking. Without saying a word God simply points to his skull confidently.
“I guess I should be used to that by now. I have to ask you, did you...um...love my mom...when you did what you did?”
“No.”
God replied without a moment of hesitation. It didn’t even register on his mind. The quickness sent shockwaves through his body.
“She was a drug addicted whore. Nothing more. The vessel known as Angel Blake merely satisfied his own addictions in the process.”
God said it with no remorse and it hurt Jayson a little. He looked back to his lifeless fishing line and he stewed his anger.
“This was not the answer you were expecting?”
“No. It was.”
Explained Jayson with a sigh. He figured that would be the answer but it still hurt. God comes forward on the small boat built for two and he puts his hand on the brooding Jayson’s shoulder and his touch soothed his tension.
“Listen my son, love is nothing but a tie that binds us to the Earth as mortals.”
Jayson’s face scrunched in confusion, trying to figure out his father's explanation. God searched for another way to explain his point.
“Love is a lot like this fishing line.”
God tapped the rod and soon something started tugging at the string. Jayson jumped to action and started trying to reel whatever he hooked back in.
“You cast out your line and eventually you may bait something in. You try to reel it in and you pull with all your might. Come on Son, I know you can do it!”
Jayson reels as hard as he could and pulls back with all his might but whatever was on that hook was really strong. It was pulling back just as hard as Jayson was. The rod yanked Jayson forward toward the front of the small boat. He could feel the boat tipping to one side and he struggled to even the odds. Jayson knew that if he could bag this giant fish his father would be proud of him.
“Come on son. Focus. Plant your feet. You can do this, son.”
The edge of the boat hit the water and it splashed a bunch inside. The words of encouragement from his dad helped him to concentrate and started to gain the advantage on the massive fish. Jayson planted his feet, put his shoulder into it and pulled back on the fishing rod as far as he could and reeled like a mad man. He could feel the enormous fish being pulled to him through the water. God will be so happy.
“And just when you think you’ve found what you're looking for, just when you think you’ve found love, just when you think you’ve made your catch..”
The fishing line snaps and the lack of resisting force on the other side sends Jayson stumbling back toward the other side of the small boat. He tries his best not too, but he trips over the boat and falls into the murky waters below. He holds his breath as he falls.
“You end up looking weak, defenseless, And stupid.”
Jayson looks around himself and realizes he wasn’t swimming in deep water. As he stood up he found out it was barely up to his knee.
“And that’s unbefitting of a future God and my son.”
God reached out his hand to help Jayson back onto the boat.
“If you truly wish to impress me you will sever the ties that bind you to this pathetic Earth. They will do you no good where you will go. What you will become. Sever the ties of the Nighthawk. Show him that he means nothing to you. Treat him like the common dog that he is. Show me where your true alliance falls. Sever the ties of anyone else that tries to claim your focus and please your God!”
Jayson reaches out for God’s hand.
“Besides...no one can love you as much as your father can, Jayson.”
The name echoed in his ears.
“Jayson”
But just before he can grab his gloved palm he felt his vision go blurry. Suddenly everything around him went black.
“Jayson?”
When he opened his eyes he found himself back in his apartment in Chicago. He looked around and saw all his belongings. His bed, his computer, his weight set, his girlfriend.
“Jayson!?”
It was Sasha. And she was crying. She looked worried. How long had he been gone again?
“Jayson, what the hell is going on here?”
She ran up and hugged him.
——
“Help me!”
We open up on Jayson Matthews as he testers on the edge of a tall building. Cars zipped past a busy intersection several stories below and one wrong move could see Jayson fall to his death. But it didn’t seem to bother him.
“Save me, Nighthawk!”
Jayson skips along the ledge unphased by just how close he was to death.
“Please Coach, your my only hope!”
His voice was insincere. Meddled with sarcasm and disrespect. He looked even more like Angel Blake. His black hair hung below his ears and his pale like features contrasted the night sky. The feint grin quickly gives way to rolled eyes.
“I mean that’s what you are right? The American Samurai? The man everyone looks up too. The big hero. Yeah that’s what you like to call yourself. I used to believe the lie. I’d tell anyone who would listen all the great and noble things about you. How big your heart was and how you must have known every wrestling hold there ever were and had a bunch that you were getting ready to invent. You are the man of a thousand holds and there was a point in my life when I was certain that I wanted to be a man of a thousand holds myself. I wanted to be just like you, Nighthawk.”
He slowly shakes his head.
“But then I learned the truth. I was shown how naïve I actually was by my true father, Angel Blake. The man we all call God revealed to me who the real Nighthawk is. He isn’t a samurai or a hero. Just a teacher. Just an old man who tells the tales of legends of himself that are seemingly just as old as I am, from the safety of his own brick and mortar ego.
He steps back off the ledge of the building and finds a chair on the corner of the roof and slumps down into it. He shook his head and sighed with disappointment as he overlooked the streets below.
“What do you know about saving anyone?”
Jayson paused as if he awaited an answer.
“You talk about being this big hero but let’s face it Hawk, you can’t even save yourself. Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been a victim. Falling hard at the feet of your oppressors like a proud, overhyped, sack of potatoes. Spike Kane forced you to fall, God made you count the lights, Harper, Pooler, they’ve all etched a notch. You couldn’t save the school when Spike Kane waltz right in and made everyone a victim. You couldn’t help me when I needed you the most. Even your own confidence turns you into a victim. I’ve seen you broken down and pathetic more times then I wanted to admit. I was just blinded by your lies. But no more.”
He sneers as he shakes his head. The look of disgust on his face was only a glimpse of the rage imprinted onto his heart.
“My God explained to me the real truth. You are just a false prophet, Nighthawk. A charlatan. Everything Nighthawk does and claims to be is just an advertisement for his school. He isn’t this great wrestler he claims to be, he’s no legend. He’s a fraud. He’s taught me a lot of what I know, but I went out to the ring and used those skills to fight wars with monsters. I carried the Invictus title longer than pretty much anyone. I challenged Sandman to a death match and lived. I stepped inside the Dragons Den against Spike Kane and I gave him hell. Meanwhile Nighthawk is supposed to be the expert. He is supposed to know the ins and outs of professional wrestling but nine times out of ten he can’t get out of the starting gate.”
He spits off the side of the building.
“Pathetic.”
“My God tells me I use Nighthawks moves better than he does. He tells me that I don’t need Nighthawk. I’ve grown beyond the capabilities of such an old pathetic fool. He tells me that if I had to rely on Nighthawk to save me and himself we’d both be dead. He is the master of a thousand losses and he knows nothing of how to save anyone.”
Jayson sniffs the air.
“But the real question, “Coach” is this.”
He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow.
“What if I don’t want to be saved?”
He leans forward in the chair.
“What if I’m happy where I am? You say I’m brainwashed, I’m being lied to, but for once in my life everything feels so clear. I’m happy here with the Age of Gods. I never thought it would ever happen but….I finally have a dad. And he loves me.”
He stops and looks up at the moon.
“I used to dream about this moment in my life. As a kid when my mom was too high to function, passed out on the couch. I wondered where my dad was, if I even had one….and now here I am. It feels good. This life is all I’ve ever wanted, why would I leave it? Huh? Why would I ever turn my back on my dad now that I’ve finally found him? I would never. He loves me! You are too late, Nighthawk.”
He looks back into the camera. He outstretched his arms and he smiled but something in his eyes looked sad.
“You can’t save me.”
He pointed to his chest.
“I’ve changed”
“ I’m no damsel in distress.”
He sneers into the camera and points into his chest.
“I’m not a victim.”
I’m not “little” Jayson “go bananas” Matthews anymore. Im Jayson fucking Blake! Im the son of GOD!!”
He shoots up from his chair as he shouts it from the rooftops.
“This match between us was never about saving “me”. It was always about destroying “you” Nighthawk.”
He glares into the camera, an eerie grin on his face.
“That’s what I plan to do at Night of the Immortals. I plan to walk into that two out of three falls match and make you suffer. I plan to break you down into nothing just like I’ve seen countless people do to you in the past. I plan to beat you down into nothing and bring your blood back to my God as a gift. It is His will. He wants me to sever my ties with your pathetic old carcass. He wants me to show you that you mean nothing to me anymore. And what better way to do that then to out wrestle you in the middle of the ring at the greatest show of them all and leave your crippled bloody corpse in my dust as I leave you behind forever.
“You’ve taught me a lot inside a wrestling ring. I no doubt have been your best and most successful student. The moves you showed me have taken me on to have a great career, I’ve used the tricks you taught me to do things you’ve never been able to in the IWF. I’m going to use those moves better than you ever could. I’m going to stretch you out Nighthawk. I’m going to make you cry and break and bleed and I’m going to show you that it doesn’t matter how many moves you know, all that matters is knowing how to use the right moves. Something I seem to know better than you. I’m going to run circles around you Nighthawk. I’m going to show the world why IM the one that had the amazing title reign and you were getting over broken bones. Why I was the one raising my hand in victory and you were the one excusing your defeats. I’m going to show you this Sunday why I’m the ONLY person to come out of that school and make something of themselves. This Sunday, the student DESTROYS the master. Sure You might have a few more lessons I won’t be able to sit through, a few tricks I don't know just yet, but Ive never backed down from a challenge. But I’ve overcome more then your willing to take, Nighthawk. This is something I’ve seen first hand. I know that I’m better then even you and this Sunday I prove it to the world, just as my God foretold. But still I know the one thing that sets me above you more than anything else.”
“I’m not afraid to evolve.”
The wind blew his black hair as he glares into the camera.
“To adapt. To grow. To be more than a man who knows a lot of moves. To become better then just a technical wrestler. To constantly become better than I was before. To not stagnate in a stuffy old gym growing old and boring. To ascend past memorizing wrestling holds and become what I was always meant to be. The thing I should have been all along. The thing that my real father, God, and Saint Michael and The Age of Gods will help me to be.”
He smiled.
“Happy.”
He chuckled out loud as he said the word. He took in a deep breath and enjoyed the warm feeling it gave him inside.
“And Nighthawk, old friend, if you are trying to save me from that...well then destroying you won’t only be God’s will…”
Jayson steps forward glaring into the camera. His eyes looked small and black.
“...it’ll be my pleasure…”
Fade.
………….
Even as she wrapped her hands around him, Jayson, still didn’t respond. She held him tight and was talking a mile a minute in his ear. All he could hear was God’s voice repeating in his head. “Sever the ties”
“I’ve been worried sick!”
She said between sobs, not letting go of Jayson who still hadn’t wrapped his arms around her.
“Nobody knows what has gotten into you. Everyone is so confused and scared about this match with Nighthawk. We don’t understand. Why are you fighting him? Nighthawk was like a father to us all!”
“NO!”
He yelled as he pulled himself away from her. His Chicago apartment was kind of small but his voice still sounded louder with the echo. Sasha gasped in shock as Jayson turns his back on her.
“My father is Angel Blake. My father is God.”
Sasha hung her head. She was hoping he wouldn’t bring that up.
“I had heard that. Look Jayson, sweetheart, I don’t know what Angel has done to you or what he’s saying but we can help you. Please, I love you. Let me help.”
Jayson wanted to turn back to her but as soon as those thoughts entered his head they were replaced by the voice of God. “Sever the ties” Sasha stepped up to him and she reached out her hand to touch him.
“Please. Is the real Jayson in there somewhere, or has that monster really changed you?”
Jayson turned away from her touch and found himself staring at his reflection. He saw the changes taking place. His jet black hair, his pale veiny face, his blue eyes fading to black. He never noticed how much his features had altered. Angels face suddenly fit over his reflection perfectly and told him to sever the ties. “Make me proud” his father said.
“I just want to talk. I’m here for you, baby.”
Sasha tried to move her way in front of him but he cut her off.
“You need to leave!”
“What? Why?
“Because I don’t love you anymore.”
She didn’t know how to take that. It didn’t feel real but it still made her feel weak. She tried to remain strong even though her heart was breaking.
“That isn’t the real Jayson talking. I know it’s not.”
She tried to talk to the back of his head but Jayson made no movement.
“It is. I don’t love you anymore. You were holding me back. Just a tie that bound me to this Earth.”
Jayson blurted it out with no hesitation. No remorse. He still faced the wall. Sasha moved forward toward Jayson’s back, reaching out for him with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know what that means but please we can work this-“
“JUST GO!!”
He spun around and screamed in her face. She didn’t stumble back even though it frightened her. She was just in shock at how different he really was.
“The monster really did change you.”
She shook her head and ran off. As soon as she was gone Jayson dropped down to his knees and cried into his hands. Suddenly he felt a palm on his back. He looked up and saw his father comforting him. He was back at the compound.
“You did good, my son. I am very pleased.”
“I never knew it would be so hard, father…”
He said through his palms.
“I never said the sacrifices would be easy, my son…”
The scene fades as God comforts his son.
“Isn’t this divine, son?”
Angel Blake, God, his real live dad asked as he exhaled deeply of the fresh air around him. The area was swampy and thick. The trees were bare and mostly just jagged branches reaching for sunlight, but there was none. Nothing but overcast and grey as far as the eye could see. Jayson noticed that despite being on a slow moving river in the middle of the wilderness, there didn’t seem to be many animals at all. Everything felt eerily still. Well everything except for the river.
“This is amazing, dad.”
Jayson nodded his head and smiled. Despite his odd surroundings he really enjoyed this moment. Out on the river, fishing with his dad. It was like a dream come true. He didn’t want to sour the moment But he still had a nagging question in the back of his head…
“Something still troubles you, son?”
Jayson is startled from his fishing pole and he looks up at his God surprised that He could still tell what he was thinking. Without saying a word God simply points to his skull confidently.
“I guess I should be used to that by now. I have to ask you, did you...um...love my mom...when you did what you did?”
“No.”
God replied without a moment of hesitation. It didn’t even register on his mind. The quickness sent shockwaves through his body.
“She was a drug addicted whore. Nothing more. The vessel known as Angel Blake merely satisfied his own addictions in the process.”
God said it with no remorse and it hurt Jayson a little. He looked back to his lifeless fishing line and he stewed his anger.
“This was not the answer you were expecting?”
“No. It was.”
Explained Jayson with a sigh. He figured that would be the answer but it still hurt. God comes forward on the small boat built for two and he puts his hand on the brooding Jayson’s shoulder and his touch soothed his tension.
“Listen my son, love is nothing but a tie that binds us to the Earth as mortals.”
Jayson’s face scrunched in confusion, trying to figure out his father's explanation. God searched for another way to explain his point.
“Love is a lot like this fishing line.”
God tapped the rod and soon something started tugging at the string. Jayson jumped to action and started trying to reel whatever he hooked back in.
“You cast out your line and eventually you may bait something in. You try to reel it in and you pull with all your might. Come on Son, I know you can do it!”
Jayson reels as hard as he could and pulls back with all his might but whatever was on that hook was really strong. It was pulling back just as hard as Jayson was. The rod yanked Jayson forward toward the front of the small boat. He could feel the boat tipping to one side and he struggled to even the odds. Jayson knew that if he could bag this giant fish his father would be proud of him.
“Come on son. Focus. Plant your feet. You can do this, son.”
The edge of the boat hit the water and it splashed a bunch inside. The words of encouragement from his dad helped him to concentrate and started to gain the advantage on the massive fish. Jayson planted his feet, put his shoulder into it and pulled back on the fishing rod as far as he could and reeled like a mad man. He could feel the enormous fish being pulled to him through the water. God will be so happy.
“And just when you think you’ve found what you're looking for, just when you think you’ve found love, just when you think you’ve made your catch..”
The fishing line snaps and the lack of resisting force on the other side sends Jayson stumbling back toward the other side of the small boat. He tries his best not too, but he trips over the boat and falls into the murky waters below. He holds his breath as he falls.
“You end up looking weak, defenseless, And stupid.”
Jayson looks around himself and realizes he wasn’t swimming in deep water. As he stood up he found out it was barely up to his knee.
“And that’s unbefitting of a future God and my son.”
God reached out his hand to help Jayson back onto the boat.
“If you truly wish to impress me you will sever the ties that bind you to this pathetic Earth. They will do you no good where you will go. What you will become. Sever the ties of the Nighthawk. Show him that he means nothing to you. Treat him like the common dog that he is. Show me where your true alliance falls. Sever the ties of anyone else that tries to claim your focus and please your God!”
Jayson reaches out for God’s hand.
“Besides...no one can love you as much as your father can, Jayson.”
The name echoed in his ears.
“Jayson”
But just before he can grab his gloved palm he felt his vision go blurry. Suddenly everything around him went black.
“Jayson?”
When he opened his eyes he found himself back in his apartment in Chicago. He looked around and saw all his belongings. His bed, his computer, his weight set, his girlfriend.
“Jayson!?”
It was Sasha. And she was crying. She looked worried. How long had he been gone again?
“Jayson, what the hell is going on here?”
She ran up and hugged him.
——
“Help me!”
We open up on Jayson Matthews as he testers on the edge of a tall building. Cars zipped past a busy intersection several stories below and one wrong move could see Jayson fall to his death. But it didn’t seem to bother him.
“Save me, Nighthawk!”
Jayson skips along the ledge unphased by just how close he was to death.
“Please Coach, your my only hope!”
His voice was insincere. Meddled with sarcasm and disrespect. He looked even more like Angel Blake. His black hair hung below his ears and his pale like features contrasted the night sky. The feint grin quickly gives way to rolled eyes.
“I mean that’s what you are right? The American Samurai? The man everyone looks up too. The big hero. Yeah that’s what you like to call yourself. I used to believe the lie. I’d tell anyone who would listen all the great and noble things about you. How big your heart was and how you must have known every wrestling hold there ever were and had a bunch that you were getting ready to invent. You are the man of a thousand holds and there was a point in my life when I was certain that I wanted to be a man of a thousand holds myself. I wanted to be just like you, Nighthawk.”
He slowly shakes his head.
“But then I learned the truth. I was shown how naïve I actually was by my true father, Angel Blake. The man we all call God revealed to me who the real Nighthawk is. He isn’t a samurai or a hero. Just a teacher. Just an old man who tells the tales of legends of himself that are seemingly just as old as I am, from the safety of his own brick and mortar ego.
He steps back off the ledge of the building and finds a chair on the corner of the roof and slumps down into it. He shook his head and sighed with disappointment as he overlooked the streets below.
“What do you know about saving anyone?”
Jayson paused as if he awaited an answer.
“You talk about being this big hero but let’s face it Hawk, you can’t even save yourself. Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been a victim. Falling hard at the feet of your oppressors like a proud, overhyped, sack of potatoes. Spike Kane forced you to fall, God made you count the lights, Harper, Pooler, they’ve all etched a notch. You couldn’t save the school when Spike Kane waltz right in and made everyone a victim. You couldn’t help me when I needed you the most. Even your own confidence turns you into a victim. I’ve seen you broken down and pathetic more times then I wanted to admit. I was just blinded by your lies. But no more.”
He sneers as he shakes his head. The look of disgust on his face was only a glimpse of the rage imprinted onto his heart.
“My God explained to me the real truth. You are just a false prophet, Nighthawk. A charlatan. Everything Nighthawk does and claims to be is just an advertisement for his school. He isn’t this great wrestler he claims to be, he’s no legend. He’s a fraud. He’s taught me a lot of what I know, but I went out to the ring and used those skills to fight wars with monsters. I carried the Invictus title longer than pretty much anyone. I challenged Sandman to a death match and lived. I stepped inside the Dragons Den against Spike Kane and I gave him hell. Meanwhile Nighthawk is supposed to be the expert. He is supposed to know the ins and outs of professional wrestling but nine times out of ten he can’t get out of the starting gate.”
He spits off the side of the building.
“Pathetic.”
“My God tells me I use Nighthawks moves better than he does. He tells me that I don’t need Nighthawk. I’ve grown beyond the capabilities of such an old pathetic fool. He tells me that if I had to rely on Nighthawk to save me and himself we’d both be dead. He is the master of a thousand losses and he knows nothing of how to save anyone.”
Jayson sniffs the air.
“But the real question, “Coach” is this.”
He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow.
“What if I don’t want to be saved?”
He leans forward in the chair.
“What if I’m happy where I am? You say I’m brainwashed, I’m being lied to, but for once in my life everything feels so clear. I’m happy here with the Age of Gods. I never thought it would ever happen but….I finally have a dad. And he loves me.”
He stops and looks up at the moon.
“I used to dream about this moment in my life. As a kid when my mom was too high to function, passed out on the couch. I wondered where my dad was, if I even had one….and now here I am. It feels good. This life is all I’ve ever wanted, why would I leave it? Huh? Why would I ever turn my back on my dad now that I’ve finally found him? I would never. He loves me! You are too late, Nighthawk.”
He looks back into the camera. He outstretched his arms and he smiled but something in his eyes looked sad.
“You can’t save me.”
He pointed to his chest.
“I’ve changed”
“ I’m no damsel in distress.”
He sneers into the camera and points into his chest.
“I’m not a victim.”
I’m not “little” Jayson “go bananas” Matthews anymore. Im Jayson fucking Blake! Im the son of GOD!!”
He shoots up from his chair as he shouts it from the rooftops.
“This match between us was never about saving “me”. It was always about destroying “you” Nighthawk.”
He glares into the camera, an eerie grin on his face.
“That’s what I plan to do at Night of the Immortals. I plan to walk into that two out of three falls match and make you suffer. I plan to break you down into nothing just like I’ve seen countless people do to you in the past. I plan to beat you down into nothing and bring your blood back to my God as a gift. It is His will. He wants me to sever my ties with your pathetic old carcass. He wants me to show you that you mean nothing to me anymore. And what better way to do that then to out wrestle you in the middle of the ring at the greatest show of them all and leave your crippled bloody corpse in my dust as I leave you behind forever.
“You’ve taught me a lot inside a wrestling ring. I no doubt have been your best and most successful student. The moves you showed me have taken me on to have a great career, I’ve used the tricks you taught me to do things you’ve never been able to in the IWF. I’m going to use those moves better than you ever could. I’m going to stretch you out Nighthawk. I’m going to make you cry and break and bleed and I’m going to show you that it doesn’t matter how many moves you know, all that matters is knowing how to use the right moves. Something I seem to know better than you. I’m going to run circles around you Nighthawk. I’m going to show the world why IM the one that had the amazing title reign and you were getting over broken bones. Why I was the one raising my hand in victory and you were the one excusing your defeats. I’m going to show you this Sunday why I’m the ONLY person to come out of that school and make something of themselves. This Sunday, the student DESTROYS the master. Sure You might have a few more lessons I won’t be able to sit through, a few tricks I don't know just yet, but Ive never backed down from a challenge. But I’ve overcome more then your willing to take, Nighthawk. This is something I’ve seen first hand. I know that I’m better then even you and this Sunday I prove it to the world, just as my God foretold. But still I know the one thing that sets me above you more than anything else.”
“I’m not afraid to evolve.”
The wind blew his black hair as he glares into the camera.
“To adapt. To grow. To be more than a man who knows a lot of moves. To become better then just a technical wrestler. To constantly become better than I was before. To not stagnate in a stuffy old gym growing old and boring. To ascend past memorizing wrestling holds and become what I was always meant to be. The thing I should have been all along. The thing that my real father, God, and Saint Michael and The Age of Gods will help me to be.”
He smiled.
“Happy.”
He chuckled out loud as he said the word. He took in a deep breath and enjoyed the warm feeling it gave him inside.
“And Nighthawk, old friend, if you are trying to save me from that...well then destroying you won’t only be God’s will…”
Jayson steps forward glaring into the camera. His eyes looked small and black.
“...it’ll be my pleasure…”
Fade.
………….
Even as she wrapped her hands around him, Jayson, still didn’t respond. She held him tight and was talking a mile a minute in his ear. All he could hear was God’s voice repeating in his head. “Sever the ties”
“I’ve been worried sick!”
She said between sobs, not letting go of Jayson who still hadn’t wrapped his arms around her.
“Nobody knows what has gotten into you. Everyone is so confused and scared about this match with Nighthawk. We don’t understand. Why are you fighting him? Nighthawk was like a father to us all!”
“NO!”
He yelled as he pulled himself away from her. His Chicago apartment was kind of small but his voice still sounded louder with the echo. Sasha gasped in shock as Jayson turns his back on her.
“My father is Angel Blake. My father is God.”
Sasha hung her head. She was hoping he wouldn’t bring that up.
“I had heard that. Look Jayson, sweetheart, I don’t know what Angel has done to you or what he’s saying but we can help you. Please, I love you. Let me help.”
Jayson wanted to turn back to her but as soon as those thoughts entered his head they were replaced by the voice of God. “Sever the ties” Sasha stepped up to him and she reached out her hand to touch him.
“Please. Is the real Jayson in there somewhere, or has that monster really changed you?”
Jayson turned away from her touch and found himself staring at his reflection. He saw the changes taking place. His jet black hair, his pale veiny face, his blue eyes fading to black. He never noticed how much his features had altered. Angels face suddenly fit over his reflection perfectly and told him to sever the ties. “Make me proud” his father said.
“I just want to talk. I’m here for you, baby.”
Sasha tried to move her way in front of him but he cut her off.
“You need to leave!”
“What? Why?
“Because I don’t love you anymore.”
She didn’t know how to take that. It didn’t feel real but it still made her feel weak. She tried to remain strong even though her heart was breaking.
“That isn’t the real Jayson talking. I know it’s not.”
She tried to talk to the back of his head but Jayson made no movement.
“It is. I don’t love you anymore. You were holding me back. Just a tie that bound me to this Earth.”
Jayson blurted it out with no hesitation. No remorse. He still faced the wall. Sasha moved forward toward Jayson’s back, reaching out for him with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know what that means but please we can work this-“
“JUST GO!!”
He spun around and screamed in her face. She didn’t stumble back even though it frightened her. She was just in shock at how different he really was.
“The monster really did change you.”
She shook her head and ran off. As soon as she was gone Jayson dropped down to his knees and cried into his hands. Suddenly he felt a palm on his back. He looked up and saw his father comforting him. He was back at the compound.
“You did good, my son. I am very pleased.”
“I never knew it would be so hard, father…”
He said through his palms.
“I never said the sacrifices would be easy, my son…”
The scene fades as God comforts his son.
Well howdy there pardner.