Jason Todd Scars Novels & Stories

What is it that they had to tell Zayn and Jackson? And it didn't help that the man was covered in the most gruesome scars I've ever seen in my entire life. Underneath all the long sleeves he's been wearing in the house, he had scars. Painful-looking scars. I saw the biggest one on his back. It ran deep. Whatever he went through, it could have killed him. The tattoos weren't doing a great job of hiding them. His back was littered with scars, and they looked unreal. Like...whiplashes. Bite marks. The bite marks puzzle me. What could have bitten him like that? Sandra did mention that they went camping. Perhaps it was an animal attack. Not only did that animal bite him, it also clawed him. There

“You killed my family. But leaving me for dead would have been too easy, apparently, so you just had to make my torture so much more drawn-out. Being an orphan, being alone in the world, wasn’t bad enough, so you brought me here, where the maids and the soldiers nearly killed me all over again!” Jason breathes heavily as he looks between me and Spencer. “My body is covered in scars that never existed before either of you entered my life. You’re poisons. You’re the worst sorts of evil. You destroy everything you touch, and the world would be better off if you’d just swallowed that poison and died in the excruciating haze of pain that you deserve to feel in your final moments.”

"What’s the matter? You’re taking pity on me?" Jane stared at the sunken cheeks of the person on the bed. She stared for a very long time before she was finally able to vaguely make out the charming and elegant facial features he used to have. If this was done at once glance, it would be almost impossible for her to identify Jason for what he used to look like. She reached out her fingers and fastened them on Jason's patient gown gently. "What are you doing?" The latter pursed his pale lips, looking wary. The woman dropped Jason’s hand that was clasped onto the back of her hand. Slowly and gently, she was no doubt unbuttoning Jason's shirt. His collar slipped down, revealing the faint scars

I take a deep breath and look at Jason retreating from me slowly. "Good morning Alpha Jason , "Scarlett greats Jason in a song songs voice. Jason only grunts in response and leaves the kitchen with the plastic cup still in his hand . I'm happy that nothing else happens because the situation is already awkward . "Well that was awkward , " Scarlet speaks softy as Jason walks out. "Yeah , "I respond looking at the broken pieces on the floor as I try to figure out how should I clean this mess I made. I bend down to pick up the pieces when one of the sharp pierces my skin . I flinch immediately and suck my thumb to avoid further bleeding.

All these news were hard to digest. ”By any chance,” Carter started, looking towards Eric, “do you know the name of the guy who did all of these?” Eric scrunched his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. “I am not sure...Simon haven’t really used his name but I think I heard him call the guy Jason.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Tall and well-built with brown eyes and blond hair with a scar splitting one of his eyebrows?” I asked. “Yeah. So you know him?” I nodded. “He was in the same football team as me and Carter. Still is.”

Cutting through my flesh every night was plain torture for me and it left me nothing but brutal scars not only on my arms but also on my soul which might never fade away. Jason placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to his side. His big warm hand rubbed my arm and it felt soothing as my mind slowly started to drift back to reality. "I'm here," he leaned down and rasped near my ear as I breathed in deeply to calm my erratically beating heart down. Connor seemed worried as he looked between me and Jason.

His clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over him, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from his left collarbone to his right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. “Why aren’t you healing?” she hissed at him, “What happened?” Jason quickly explained his ordeal before shaking his head and adding, “It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that I’m here to get you out of here.” “Like hell you are, Jason!”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you, Jason. You’re not just being… concerned. Something else is going on. Tell me the truth.” His smile faded slowly, and the mood between us shifted. Jason looked down at his glass, then finally met my eyes again, this time with a serious expression. “Alright,” he said quietly. “You’re right. There is something.” I leaned forward. Jason took a deep breath. “Before I traveled to China for an urgent work about a month ago… I discovered something about Skylar the day I met her at a bar.” “What did you discover?” Jason looked uncertain for a second. Then he spoke slowly, with a more serious expression.

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".