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There was a buzzing just under his skin, a sensation that would not be calmed until he was sure Sabrina was really safe, sure they were currently away from the danger but that didn't mean there was more right around the next corner. Jase had a keen skill at attracting and better still at finding danger. They had a complicated relationship of meeting, Death and Jason, it came in the reckless form of some pseudo heroic act on Jason's part while whatever he went after tried to kill him, sometimes succeeding temporarily. It was a cycle that Jason was comfortable with, his life for the greater good of others, that's what he had been telling himself the last decade or so, time was elusive and held no true place in his life, if that's what it could be called.

Sabrina was a changing factor, at times Jase found himself truly being brave and even worse frightened. When Sabrina had first gotten hurt it sent Jason through a polemic episode not at all aimed at the woman but more at himself, he was furious with how he could have even allowed such a thing to happen. As time went on and they spent more time together, now a constant and reliable thing that he hadn't expected, Jase was more concerned with not only her safety but keeping her healthy. He couldn't always keep her uninjured and away from the bad things, but he could tend to her like the mother fucking hen that he was. So he had stopped the car in the middle of the road, a back one, dark and surrounded by trees where there could have been absolutely anything lurking.

But they had time, he had spent a good deal of the drive speeding as smoothly as he could, gaining distance and losing anything that could have followed them; however, not all the things after them followed the same. Jase was highly aware of any beings of the supernatural realm, and for now, they were lost, he could buy them some more town. He'd been running from such things for a very long time, Jase was used to hiding in more than one way.

The tall mans lips twitched into a brief smile but one he held for Sabrina, his gaze moved from her to the map then back again as she rested back against the car seat and closed her eyes. If he had been on his own Jase would have continued, pushed himself to pure exhaustion and then even further into that abyss before he pulled off in some isolated location to crash; he wasn't going to put Sabrina through that nor did he wish her to see him so hard on himself 'though she had already seen too much already. "Looks like a small town just a few miles up, nothing too big, might be a highway town--" he voiced as he gently took the map and quickly looked it over before refolding and replacing it, shifting back in his seat again to switch gears and drive on. "Better chance of that milkshake," Jase finished with a side glance and smirk.

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        A steady and calm gaze moved over the people that occupied the small bar until every detail was noted silently, it was a hole in the wall place, in the middle of nowhere; Jason liked to be off the radar and this place met his standards nicely. Although he got a few looks from the locals, Jase didn’t mind them so much. He was here early, which, again, didn’t bother him, he liked being places early. 

       Slipping up to the bar, the man sat with his back against the wall, several escape routes already mapped out in his mind as the bartender moved over to take his order. A beer and a shot, his normal choice when he was drinking. Fortunately, the cigarette laws hadn’t touched this part of town, or at least, no one gave a fuck and thus Jase was able to light up a cigarette to go with his liquor. 

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           “There isn’t anything you could have done to stop it– I’ll be fine.”

 Although Jase was hurt pretty badly it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to, getting the shit kicked out of him was an occupational hazard. It had been a crazy night, first they had just been minding their own business– hanging out in a bar and the next thing Jase knew he was fighting off five guys at once and although he had come out with the upper hand it was mostly his size he had to thank for that; well, that and the fact he knew how to handle himself and that he’d fought far worse things than a few creeps.

             “Are you okay? They didn’t get to you, did they?”

The creeps in question were now scrambling, or rather, crawling to get out of the alley they’d cornered Jason and his companion in. They had underestimated the six foot four hunter when they’d attacked them for money. Jason wouldn’t call it a normal mugging because he was sure they would have killed them had he not disarmed the one moron quicker than any of them had expected. 

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An element of darkness, it was something that Jason never believed he would become, or relate to in any sense. Not since he had it so well off in the beginning, before everything burned and he was left with nothing but his hate and vengeance. It was the only thing that drove him to do anything anymore, drove him to take lives and to give nothing back, he’d lost everything, was constantly on the edge of losing what was left of his humanity. There was only a fragment of his soul left and he was going to give it to the creature that had taken everything else from him, what a fitting way to go, taking out yourself in a sense. This was all the man focused on, in the process, he had lost himself, lost what it meant to be human, to be a man in love, to be a human who smiled and cared about those around him. Some could consider him as much of a monster as the creatures he slaughtered. 

So he sat, like most mornings, in some corner of the world tucked into a booth nursing his wounds from the night before. In this case, large hands were wrapped around a chipped coffee cup of black molasses like substance, it didn’t faze him, the thickness of his coffee. But his thoughts were elsewhere and he was trying to pull them back into the light of the day that was creeping over the tops of the other buildings in this small town. Jason was doing his best to retrieve his mind, it had progressively been getting worse as the years went on, his detachment from the world after he had killed. Any minute now he’d hear the sirens of police heading to the spot where a bloody mass had been left. 

In his defense, the creature had been feeding on the innocent women and children of this town, he could see the fear in the townspeople’s faces,  the horror that had been struct there by some unseen force which was haunting their town and their nightmares. By this point, Jason had become an expert on the darkness that latched onto a human’s heart after having some altercation or incident with a being of the supernatural. It was because he had become a shadow of those creatures, a shadow hunter, of sorts. A human who sought out the bad guys and killed them. 

As he predicted, sirens wailed in the distance and got closer, Jason brought his cup to his lips to take a drink. Eyes glancing up from the peeling paint on the table to look out the window, he stuck out like a sore thumb, a stranger to this place and if he stayed around for too much longer he’d be the prime suspect for the dead bodies that were mutilated on the outskirts of town. Gulping down the rest of the coffee, the substance hot on his tongue and throat, time to leave. 

Fishing in his pockets the tall man tossed down the cash enough to pay for his coffee before he moved to leave, head dipped low to avoid eye contact as he pushed out of the diner only to practically slam into someone. Instinctively his hands shot out, gripping their arms to steady them both so they didn’t fall over. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His tone was husky, low even, as if he’d be overheard, hazel hues glanced up in an apologetic manner before he released the person and took a step back. “You alright?” It was out of habit, you could take the humanity out of a person, but manners were like breathing once it was practiced enough.

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"Who knew you having a whip as a weapon would be so attractive?" (Jason)

WEAPON  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  . | @formerly-rosaline

            “You know, there is an entire kink based around whips, right?” Jase shook his head, trying to let the whole topic roll by, hopefully with no further discussion, he wasn’t one to dwell on such things, he had other things to do with his time. Besides, he didn’t know this for any reason she may have thought, one found strange people and creatures in interesting places, so he had picked up a little information along the way, it wasn’t anything shocking. “Whatever, I think there was a compliment there somewhere...”

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   The noxious plume of smoke that slipped past chapped lips would be concerning to anyone who didn’t know the man it had emitted from, Jason had gone through many versions of quitting the horrible habit but somehow he always came back to it, as if he wasn’t self-destructive enough he added the disgusting habit of smoking. It somehow brought him clarity in moments of doubt and often enough sent him on a trip down memory lane to the ever daunting question of how did I get here?

     It was this question which plagued him even now, leaning against the damp brick wall of some hole in the middle of nowhere. The coolness in the air provided by the unwanted rain but made it to be a drab night, Jase didn’t mind it all that much, he liked the rain, it often matched his mood. 

       The overbearing classic rock that had been muted a moment prior notified Jase that someone had come out of the small bar to either leave or escape to quench a nicotine craving. Instinctively he shifted, facing the door some more so as to keep his back covered by the wall of the building. Another drag and he felt almost at ease, his thoughts no longer drifting to the dark recesses of his past, focused now on the present and the fact he was near other people.

       His gaze flicked over to the door as he exhaled another cloud of smoke, casual in nature, getting down to the butt of his cigarette, the tall man wasn’t satisfied, it’d been a few troubling days for him. Tapping out another cigarette he sighed, pocketing the dabbed out butt as he lit the new one. “Cigarette?” He questioned to whomever had exited the building, not sure if that was what they were out there for or not, it didn’t matter, the sooner these things were gone the better for him.

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         Familiar ground met his feet as he padded through the shadows, his body fell into the same cautious stance and it was tiresome how his bones creaked with the movement accompanied with this sort of task. Two guns were tucked safely in the holster strapped around his torso, the third one in his belt, but the weapon he brandished was a knife. Jason preferred to kill things with his hands, make SURE they were gone from this world and could harm no one else, not another soul. Pausing at a door Jase gently checked to see if it was unlocked and when he found that it was, the tall man eased the door open with a silence that was well practiced. There weren’t many places that Jason couldn’t sneak his way into, or out of, for that matter. 

         With a trained eye, moving more out of habit than anything else, Jase glanced around the immediate area, despite the darkness, there was a dampness in the air which mingled with a sickening sent of rotten eggs, better known as sulfur. Jase made a face of disappointment, this wasn’t the creature he was after but he sure as HELL wasn’t going to leave it to harm anything or anyone else. Sheathing his knife the man tugged the gun from his belt, clicking one into the chamber before he proceeded, there was a good chance the creature knew he was already there but he wasn’t taking any chances either way. 

           The awful sound of crunching met Jase’s ears, whatever the creature had caught was being broken in half, or something of that sort, which meant it wasn’t going to be as easy to sneak up on this thing but the option wasn’t completely off the table. It’d be distracted with it’s meal, or whatever the fuck was going on, Jase could only hear what horrific sounds were coming from further within the building, no matter how many times he ran into similar situations, Jase’s heart always pounded in his ears like any other normal human. It pissed him right off. If he was to be dead in a way, he’d like his heart to be as well, it didn’t come that way though. It would never be that way. 

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“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.” (from Sabrina)

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     “Don’t be ridiculous,” his voice was hoarse, as if he had been yelling for hours on end, that wasn’t the worst of his injuries, he was stubborn, though; like a jackass, his wife had always said he was like a mull, she was far too sweet to call him an actual ass but the phrase always made him chuckle. It was his damn stubbornness that was going to get him killed, for good. If he didn’t drive himself mad before his body finally gave out from all his attempts at justice, although, Jason was sure that any sane person would find him completely out of his mind. To be so consumed by one thing for... damn, how long had it been? He’d lost track of time, of the days and nights, of the people in between. 

      Jason wasn’t sure how long he’d left his first statement hang there, the silence he’d left there more than likely spoke volumes for whether or not he should be left alone. The blood staining his jacket had long since dried, nearly cementing his clothing to his frame. He supposed since he had arrived safely that it was a good enough time to look at the wound he’d somehow managed to stop the bleeding of while driving. Wait, no, he’d not wanted her to be here, what for, damn he must have lost a lot more blood than he had thought if he was struggling to remember things that had happened mere moments ago. “Shit,” Jase ran a hand through his hair, or at least, attempted it what with blood on his hands. Maybe he needed someone to stay with him. “I’m not gonna get rid of you, am I?” It was more a statement to himself than an actual question, his way of admitting he needed help without actually asking for it. 

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