Jojo Is Dying... And It’s My Fault

Vincent's POV

The ringing in my ears didn't stop.

Only… it wasn't ringing anymore.

It was a voice.

A whisper.

Then two.

Then… hundreds.

Layered on top of each other.

Vincent.

Vincent.

Vincent.

"No," I muttered, gripping my skull tighter. "Get out. Get out of my head."

But I couldn't see any of them anymore.

Just flashing lights.

White. Then red.

Then nothing.

And then….

Memory.

It came in fast, like being slammed into the side of a moving train.

Metal walls. Screaming. My own voice. Strapped down. Wires in my skin. Eyes forced open. A man in a mask saying, "You'll be perfect."

NO.

I shook my head, but it wouldn't stop.

Another flash.

Me begging. Screaming. Tied to machines. My name echoing through a hallway as I was dragged away.

Vincent Aston. Wildcard initiated.

NO. STOP. PLEASE….