Jason Died 소설 & 이야기

Then, Jack’s cold voice sounded again. “Zellman is out!” In less than an hour, two out of ten people had died. The corners of Jack’s mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. Then, he entered the hospital’s emergency building. There were not many people here. On the left side of the door was the service desk. Two young nurses were on duty. At this moment, they were staring at a cell phone. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” “Another one died! Perhaps they will all die by dawn!”

From years ago. The first time he saw me. In the library. I was carrying a stack of books and bumped into him. They scattered all over the floor. He helped me pick them up, smiling. "Hey, you sure read a lot." Sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up his face. Gentle. Clean. It was all a lie. All of it. So why did it still hurt? Three months later, Jason died on the streets of Italy. The news came while I was signing a multinational acquisition agreement.

Beneath it was a line of small text that read, "To my husband, Jason. My debts have been repaid. See you in the next life." The funeral was simple, with hardly anyone visiting. It was just Mason and a few of her former employees. When it was over, Mason stood before the graves and lit three cigarettes—one for me, one for Tina, and one for himself. "Jason, my friend, it's quiet now. Don't you think you were a fool?" The cigarette ash scattered in the wind, settling onto the fresh grave. "Alright. I won't bother you three anymore." He paused, then added, "In the next life, I hope you're born with a good fate. Don't run into each other again and spare yourselves the pain."

“That’s not possible. Jackson died in a crash three years ago.” “No,” Justin said quietly. “Jackson is not dead, he is very much alive and you have even met him in the recent past.” The certainty in his voice made my wolf growl in denial. I looked between them, confused. “What are you saying?” Alpha Frederick’s gaze landed on me. “The guy who you all know as Jason is in fact Jackson. The person who died in the crash three years ago wasn’t Jackson. It was his cousin, Jason.” A chill swept through me.

So, the Obsidian Cartel is real! SkillSage: Who posted this? The Obsidian Cartel said they’d kill him, and now, she’s provoking them! SpicyTales: If he dies, she’d basically be the murderer! I let it go viral. The bigger the mess, the better. The police took the report and video seriously and immediately began investigating Jason’s entry time and location. Two days later, during a company meeting, Jason suddenly burst in. He was covered in blood. Everyone was shocked. Rachel quickly called the police.

Time passed, and Nathan received a message from my phone. During the accident, my phone flew out of my hand, and the screen broke. I figured the police had gotten someone to fix my phone and contact my family right away. [Is this Moon Clinton’s brother? I’m very sorry to inform you that Moon died in a car accident. Please come to the police station to identify the body.] Nathan slowly opened his eyes. He became visibly disgusted just from looking at the message. He seemed upset as he replied. [Moon, I don’t have time for your games. If you can come home, do it. Don’t expect me to pick you up!]

"Sit down, Miss Huxley. I bring terrible news." My hand flies to my chest. I know it can't be good. I do as he instructs and sit. I'm hyperventilating and I know it. This has to be about Jason. He stares at me awkwardly with the suitcase in hand. He then clears his throat. "Your cousin, Jason, was killed in a shoot out at two in the morning." My head starts spinning. Jason. Dead. Killed. I'm too shocked for words. He wasn't answering the phone because he was dead. I feel sick. It can't be. How could he be dead? "Are you sure?" This is the first question that comes to mind.

“I need to take this.” Julian nodded once. “Of course.” I stepped a few feet away, near the glass window overlooking the street. “Hey, Jess,” I answered. “Sienna… have you heard?” “Heard what?” I asked, confused. There was a small pause before she spoke again. “Jason is dead.” “What?” I basically screamed. People around stared at me, I quickly lowered my voice. “What happened?” I asked. “He was stabbed,” she said. “One of the inmates attacked him during recess. They said it happened last night.”

"But he was alive with the help of machines and life support." I looked at him with a mix of sadness. "Then what happened ?" I inquired, my heart heavy with the weight of the news. Jason's eyes met mine, filled with empathy as he gently explained, "His condition deteriorated rapidly; his brain stopped functioning, and his body couldn't sustain itself any longer. He passed away peacefully in his sleep." My heart sank as I processed the devastating news, feeling a wave of grief wash over me. I struggled to hold back tears; my mind was filled with memories of our time together. Jason reached out and held my hand, offering silent comfort in the midst of my sorrow.

"And I found Jason's body on the floor, covered in blood. It was pooling around him... spreading. He wasn’t breathing, Master Charles. Jason is dead." The words hit me hard like a punch. "Jason is dead?" I repeated, the world seemed to tilt around me. My vision blurred at the edges as the reality of his words sank in. Jason was dead? He was our only lead, and now he was gone? This couldn't be happening. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my hands trembled as if refusing to accept the words. "Are you sure? Did you check if he had any pulse, any sign of life? Did you check if he was still breathing?" I asked, my voice shaking.