Jason Todd Scars Novels & Stories

I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right? "Something doesn't add up Nicole, my brother never had a tattoo, let alone a bloody one or dagger. The scars might just be a coincidence and nothing more, we lost our parent almost the same period and he couldn't have done something like this, there has to be some type of mix up." I stated. I just got my brother back, he is just beginning to have a stable life and now this? It's really not fair and I believe it's a mistake, he couldn't have done something this terrible, robbing and rapping a young lady, why?

The scent of blood grew stronger, mixing with the musty smell of the decaying building. "Alpha," Jared whispered, pointing to the far corner. There, slumped against the wall, was a figure. It was Jason, his clothes torn and bloody, his face pale and gaunt. Testament of his time in hiding, along with his team. The restrictions were telling on him. There was just so much he could do to survive, running away from a king. Indeed, I had been hunting him, and he had launched attacks on me twice already. This was the result.

Jason walks into Nadir's room looking around he smiles, he had been a frequent visitor to the Room, He gasps in shock as nadir walks out of the room with a scissors in her hands "What did you do to your head?" "I had a few adjustments made to it, does it look odd?" Nadir questions Jason, Jason moves closer to nadir dipping his hands into nadir's hair he smiles, "It's beautiful but too short" "Exactly what I was aiming at" "Why did you decide to cut it down,you are cooking up something mischievous aren't you?" "I'm not I just decided to brace up, Jason I'll need you to summon the pack warriors tomorrow, lift up the ban and disable the lockdown mode we can keep living in fear and we both must

Iris was at a loss for words. She lowered her eyes, "The wound is ugly. I don't want you to see it." Jason said, "I don't care." She got injured taking a bullet for him. He would only feel heartache seeing the wound. How could he possibly feel disgusted? "Don't worry, I've asked the doctor; once it scabs over, you just have to apply scar removal cream on it and it won't leave any marks. Besides, even if it looks ugly, I don't mind. I'll only love you even more when I see it, because you got injured for me."

' Well Jason boy , I will love to watch you try ' she dared Jason . ' look around, there are cameras everywhere and I'm sure the press would be happy to know the abusive side of their one and only star, If you dare lay a finger on me ' hissing at Jason ' gosh ,I'm so sweaty and worked up ' her makeup was ruined ' I need a mirror, ' she demanded . Nuella her manager jittery round to look for a mirror ``Here you go, ' she said, handing her the mirror. Skylar snatched it fast from her ' ohh ohh , I don't look too bad ' she said to herself. Jason looked around and saw cameras all around the room . Skylar was right , the press would go mad if a video of him being abusive poops up. He couldn't jeo

He was about to say something else when suddenly the front door opens up and two people walk in. Jason and the hooded guy who was driving the car yesterday, came in laughing and joking around. Then suddenly he took off his hood and hung it up, and I got a good look at his face. He had a scar on his face that reached from his jaw to the top of his eyebrow, and extremely black eye's that sucked you in like a vortex. And I suddenly knew where i'd seen him before. He was on Tv, a convict that had escaped prison last year. And apparently they never caught him. He was wanted for several murders and charges of theft and gang rape.

It was accessed only through a biometric panel disguised as a bookshelf in his private library. A fingerprint scan. A four-digit passcode. A silent hallway that led to a sterile, high-tech medical suite. That was where Dr. Marcus Reed—Jason’s childhood best friend and personal physician—visited on rare occasions. Not to socialize, but to help Jason manage the secret no one else in the world knew: his touch allodynia. To everyone else, Jason Hale was just cold, arrogant, and antisocial. But only Marcus knew the truth. Inside, a man in a white coat leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Dr. Marcus Reed—his best friend since childhood.

In the interview, Jason looked terrified as he described what had happened. “They had electric batons. They didn’t give me food all day. They just wanted money. “I thought my fiance would pay the ransom, but I never thought that she would abandon me.” He lifted his shirt to show a large scar. “When they didn’t get the money, they tortured me even more brutally.” The scar had been there long before we even met. He looked at the camera and said, “But I don’t blame her. I love her.”

Jason made a brooding face and drawled, “I guess so. Don’t worry. I found a job.” Zoey was taken aback as she had no idea that her uncle managed to secure employment without anybody’s knowledge. “What is it? Is it hard work? Is it labor-intensive? Are you jumping the gun on the job?” Feeling sorry for filling Zoey with anxiety, Jason wanted to run his fingers along her face like before. However, he lifted his arm but quickly realized it was not the best course of action. It nearly slipped his mind that he had a protruding scar on his finger. Seeing it would only distress Zoey.

, I replied, tugging at the edge of my skirt for emphasis. "I think it fits you perfectly," says Damon, his gaze lingering on my exposed legs. Another shadow emerges from the dark. Jason's face comes into the light. I see a scar just under his left cheekbone that I didn't see last night and wonder what story lies behind that mark. I'm torn out of my thoughts by Jason grunting a good morning and then promptly exiting the kitchen. I guess he isn't a morning person either. "Wonder what's got his knickers in a knot" Damon comments with a chuckle, I can't help but also wonder although I haven't really seen any other side than this grumpy one yet.