Born Fury

"Shut the fuck up and stay still or I will empty the rest of the bullets from this cartridge in your fucking brain!" he stormed and fired the gun. Everyone else on the train seemed to know who he was except Jason and were all silent before him, but Jason was not because he felt he had nothing else to lose so long as he had killed his younger sister.

"Come on, show me what you've got, pull the trigger! Is that not the only thing you know how to do? Drop the gun and I will teach you how to be a real man, you twerp! Fuck you, twit, you just killed my only sister, I will make you pay for it, I will bring you pain without having to pull the trigger, you dare me!" Jason thundered, rising up on his feet with a much more furious look on his face than his. With the muzzle and front sight of his pistol still pointed directly at Jason's forehead, his right hand jittered in a split second after Jason had finished talking and he slowly lowered his gun, feeling threatened by a little boy who was only about his daughter's age.

"Very well then, I dare you to try to beat me. You are full of pride and fury. I will let you live to fulfill the words you spoke on this day. Let me also see you try while I bring you torment for the rest of your life." He half whispered, making eye-to-eye contact with Jason as he withdrew from killing him. The soldiers with him looked astonished as they noticed he had not finished the boy already, because they had never been told that Zod would let a man live whom he had pointed his gun at.

"I will make you regret this day, even in your dreams!" Jason concluded and began to shake his arms up and down to keep the baby he was still patiently carrying, quiet.

"Get this boy to join the others and kill the rest of them, but bring this old woman along with you. Who knows, she might be related to him and he is not telling you anything about it." Zod commanded on his way off of the train, which suddenly stopped because he was going to really find the body of the little girl he had fired his gun at when the train was about to move. He wanted to be sure that the younger sister of the little boy, Jason, was dead, as it was in his wicked nature to do. He took both the old woman who was previously staring at Jason and Sarah before he came in because he wanted to be sure that Jason was left with no family and that he had brought upon him torment by killing everyone he loved from that moment on.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Jason exclaimed harshly, shaking his shoulders to stop the two soldiers who drew near to grab him from placing their hands on him as they had intended to do, according to Zod's command. He walked away with the old woman in front, whom he knew not, while the soldiers followed behind. Jason's mind was full of bitterness, thinking of his little sister and what he would have done to help reverse the calamity that had befallen him, losing his little sister as well as with wrath at how he could make the man who shot her dead pay for what he did. Whilst he was about to sit down in the military vehicles that showed up from nowhere when they stepped out of the train, he heard gunshots that took him out of his thoughts and he was a bit frightened by the amount of rapid fire.

"…and kill the rest of them…" were the words he recalled that he heard from the wicked and heartless man in those moments when the gunshots were heard. He needed no one to tell him that he was lucky he had walked off of that train lest he must have been dead too. His eyes had dilated and soon normalized again because of the old woman who entered the same vehicle and sat directly opposite him, staring at him again as he held the baby in his arms.

"Do I know you… why do you keep staring?" He asked the old woman angrily with a visible frown on his face that wrinkled his forehead a bit. The vehicle they were in began to move at that very moment. He asked the question and the old woman hesitated a little to give him a reply.

"I don't know you either, but I am quite certain that you need some help." The woman spoke friendly, but Jason was in no way being friendly at all because he was filled with indignation and had had his heart darkened with evil thoughts as to what he might do to make the killer pay for killing his sister whom he perceived to be dead.

"And how will an old woman like you help me when you need help yourself, obviously!" he smirked as he exclaimed in displeasure, disdaining even her presence; for they were the only ones at the back of the military vehicle and were unable to see through to the driver's seat to at least know who was driving the van and where they were being taken to.

"I may be old, yes, but I sure know how to help you and let me start by asking that you please hand over that baby to me." She said softly, pointing at the baby with a quick fading smile on her face.

"There is no way I am letting this baby get to you. I did not remember asking for your help, did I? Why should I even trust you? Hey, get me out of here!" He questioned the old woman as if interrogating her sorely and, at the same time, yelled at whoever was driving the vehicle to let him out simply because he wasn't comfortable being there with the old woman and nothing more.

"By the way, I am Dolly Simple Parton. What is your name?" The old woman sounded gently again, ignoring all his questions, worries and yelling to get to know him because she was proud of him and the looks on her face also testified to how she felt about the little boy. Jason looked at her for a moment with doubt as to whether he should trust her friendliness or continue fighting her to let him be. He narrowly looked into her eyes and then at her right hand that was stretched out since she gave him her name, wondering whether to shake her hand or snob her, and for three minutes and a half, he finally stretched his right hand and gave her a brief handshake because of the way she kept smiling at him.

"Jason." He said and withdrew his hand immediately.

Sarah kept hopping in pain as her left foot bled because of the broken glasses she stepped on when she ran away from the sides of the train, and her left shoulder as well was filled with blood stains resulting from the injury around the left part of her face.