Fall of St. Louis Part 2

Jason heard blood splatter across the ground. However, it was not his blood.

In front of Jason stood a boy. It was a boy who was shorter than Jason and who wore the same gray uniform. The gray uniform matched the sword in the boy's right hand just like how the boy's red hair matched the blood dripping out of the boy's body. 

The boy had a large slash across his chest where large amounts of blood spilled out. He suddenly coughed up blood onto the ground as he remained standing.

Jason didn't say anything he could only stare at the boy in front of him.

The boy who stood in front of Jason was Marcus. Marcus stumbled on his feet as he attempted to remain standing. He looked back at Jason and smiled as he said. "At least… I could… protect you..."

Marcus's sword fell out of his hand and then his body fell with it. Both fell toward the cold, hard ground.

Both Marcus and his sword hit the ground at the same time. The sword created a loud sound as it crashed into the ground but Marcus did not.

No loud sound came from Marcus, only an empty one. No movement came from him either. He remained motionless on the ground as he laid on his stomach. Blood began to pool around him. 

Even as Marcus laid motionless on the ground his eyes remained open. They remained looking directly at Jason. The eyes however lacked any life in them.

Jason remained sitting on the ground that he had fallen on to as he stared at the motionless Marcus and thought. "Marcus? Is that…? Is that really Marcus?"

Jason got up and crawled next to Marcus. He sat by Marcus's side and said. "Marcus? Is that really you, Marcus?" 

Marcus remained motionless on the ground in a pool of his own blood. He made no response to Jason's pleas.

Jason began to shake Marcus as he said. "Marcus! Marcus, why won't you say anything?!" As Jason was shaking Marcus blood got onto his hands. He then stopped shaking Marcus.

Jason looked at the blood on his hands. An image flashed across his mind. An image of a blood covered sword and an injured Marcus.

Tears began to stream down Jason's face. He thought. "No... No, this isn't my fault. I didn't do this! I didn't do this to you! I wouldn't do this! I'd never do this!" Tears continued to stream down his face. He hit the ground with his fist as he yelled out. "It wasn't my fault!" 

The cloaked figure said hoarsely. "My child. Are you my child?" The cloaked figure lifted their scythe up into the air again.

Jason said angrily while his gaze remained focused on his bloody hand. "You! You did this!" He turned to look at the hooded figure and yelled out. "This is all your fault!"

Jason quickly dodged the scythe before it could hit him. Immediately after dodging he grabbed Marcus's sword and swung it at one of the cloaked figure's legs.

The sword only hit air. The cloaked figure completely vanished before the sword could hit them.

Jason stared at the empty area where the cloaked figure once stood. He then turned to look behind him. 

Jason saw the scythe swing toward him. However, he was unable to react in time. 

The scythe tore through his shirt and then his flesh. Intense pain went throughout his body. Large amounts of his blood spilled onto the ground.

Jason coughed up blood onto the ground and then fell toward the ground. The last thing he saw before he fell was the cloaked figure standing before him holding the scythe that was now covered in his blood.

Jason continued to fall toward the ground. He continued to fall towards his own blood which covered the ground. He thought. "So this is how it ends." 

Jason turned to look at Marcus. Anger returned to Jason's face again. He then suddenly stopped falling. He had stabbed his sword into the ground and used it to balance himself upwards.

Jason said as he looked at the ground. "I won't let it end here. I won't let it end like this!" He quickly looked up as he pulled the sword out of the ground.

Nothing was in front of Jason. There were only dark cracked walls.

Jason quickly looked behind him. He saw the cloaked figure a few meters away from him with their back facing toward him and the blood covered scythe in their hands.

Jason said angrily. "Where the hell do you think you're going?! I wasn't done with you yet!" He charged toward the cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure stood still. They then turned their head to look back as they said hoarsely. "Back… up…?" 

Jason quickly covered the distance between them. He swung the sword toward the cloaked figure's abdomen. 

The cloaked figure looked at the sword that was being swung toward them. Just as it was about to strike them they suddenly smacked it away with their scythe. 

Jason thought as the sword was smacked away. "What?!"

Immediately after the cloaked figure smacked the sword away they punctured Jason's chest with their hand. 

Jason coughed up blood again. The blood splashed onto the ground and the cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure ripped their hand back out of Jason's chest. 

Jason stood standing as he looked at the cloaked figure. Then suddenly all he could see was the ground. 

The ground continued to get closer to Jason until he finally ended up crashing into the ground. As he laid on the ground he heard the scythe get lifted up into the air.

Jason's body couldn't move. There was no longer any strength left in it. He laid on the ground in defeat as he awaited his fate.

The ground Jason's gaze was focused on began to fade away. It began to get consumed by darkness. Jason thought as the ground began fading away. "I failed you, Marcus. I'm sorry."

As the ground was getting enveloped in darkness Jason heard a sound. It was a sound of something pounding against the ground. The sound gradually began to get louder.

Jason thought. "What is…? What is happening?"

Jason heard a voice yell out. "Hey! Get away from him!"

Jason thought. "Jake...? Is that Jake?" Jason's thoughts drifted away. The ground Jason could still see faded away into nothingness.