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 Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 6:35 pm
The other Jason was dreaming.
In the dream there were only mirrors. Each one reflected the true version of him, reminding him of how he would never be real of how he was just a copy. A mirror image.
Perhaps the true Jason was bargaining, perhaps they were talking to him but it didn't matter. He was in control now.
As he swept the mirrors again, one more time, he may have noticed one of them was off. The surface of the mirror was a dark black, and despite standing next to it the true Jason did not appear, instead it was just the puppet of a small girl wearing a blue gress.
Two shadow hands slowly reached out and grabbed a hold of him.
"I see you"-
- And pulled him back into the mirror. Poke mattix SOLO PROMPT Jason (the actual one) CAN NOW FIGHT REVERSE JASON FOR CONTROL however you want to do this. They are both stuck on the other side of the mirror and their goal is to escape first. Even if the other (reverse) Jason looks like he's about to win - something restrains him back and the real Jason can escape!)
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 5:10 am
He was only a copy. A imperfect replica of the original, and it galled him that he was not anything more than this. And yet as he stood there in the room of mirrors pondering his own being, looking down at what was in front of him, he felt this would be good enough. Yes, somehow he would become better than his original.
"You are pathetic." He regarded the mirror in front of him with nothing but contempt, the human on the other side slumped against the mirror, head bowed and body shaking at his fists pushed against the cold glass. He had been screaming for hours before this, throwing himself at the mirror in hopes of breaking out of his prison, begging him to spare his friends, to not hurt them, kill him if he must but not them. It was enough to give the copy a headache, but the mental pain was worth it. To him, there was no better joy in watching his better half weeping in despair.
" I don't even know how you've survived up until this point. Did you ******** hide behind everyone else like a worm, pissing your pants at the slightest chance?" He spat at the mirror, restraining his desire to kick at it save he accidently release its occupant.
"At the very least, your friends are fun to ******** with." His grin spread over his face. "I've got some great plans, you know."
He walked past the mirrors, watching each of them slowly look up with puffy red eyes, their faces wet with fresh tears.
"God you disgust me. Of course you'd be crying. Well have fun with that, you'll be doing plenty more." Because I'll be doing more than messing around this time, I can assure you."
".....S-stop t-this...." He choked out a sob.
"Oh, what's that you say? I can't hear you over your wimpy a** attitude." He leaned against the mirror. "Don't worry though. Once I'm done with everyone else, I'll take good care of your girlfriend."
He stood back as Jason leapt at the glass again. "DON'T YOU DARE, YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" He began thrashing against the glass, his copy laughing at the spectacle, pausing when he caught something moving in the shadows.
Of course, he would be here too.
The copy watched the shadows, the darkness revealing twin eyes of glowing red, but he just smirked as Zanthvos reached for him. "Aww, are you mad?" He lashed out with his boot and left the fallen angel stunned on the floor, driving the steel tip into the back of his horned head. "I may be a copy but you are still bound to my words. You cannot touch me" Another kick to home in his authority, while Jason cried out at watching his dear friend , the one who had kept him safe for so long, struck to the ground. "Keep your filthy mouth shut while you're at it, I cannot stand your irritating voice."
He left the demon there to lick his wounds while he walked down the line of mirrors. Yes, he enjoyed this, picking on the lesser creatures and showing himself to be the one in control. He would not let himself be imprisoned ever again. The copy started to laugh as he passed a mirror that didn't look like the others. There was no blubbering moron begging for mercy for starters, nor did he appear when he stood right in front of it.
He looked into the mirror and only saw a girl in a blue dress reaching for him with shadowy ********!" He swore but it was too late. The hands clasped around him and pulled him through the mirror. Back to where he belonged. He swore a number of times more as the real Jason realized what had happened and was on him within moments, the two punching, clawing, pushing, fighting each other for dominance. Zanthvos could only watch, hands fisted in frustration. He couldn't do a thing at this moment.
"No, No I'm not staying here!" The copy roared as Jason fought for control with everything he had, pushing the clone to the ground and reaching for the mirror only to be pulled back with a arm around his neck. "I refused to be contained by a fool like you! You're nothing but a pathetic weaking!"
His copy threw him into the ground, his knees pinning his sides as he used Jason as a punching bag, punctuating each word with a blow. "I. Will. Not. Lose. To. The. Likes. Of. You". He went to jump through the window but this time something other than Jason had a hold on him. The clone shouted in anger, fighting against the invisible force that held him at bay.
"Now Jason!"
The real one heard Zanth's urgent call, pushing himself off the ground and scrambling towards the mirror, leaping towards freedom as his copy's curses rang in his ear.
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