Everyone watched as Jas staggered left and right, his face and hands covered in blood, leaving the building. A building that no one had ever left before.
As he stepped outside, the cold air hit his face and wounds. The numbing effect was slowly wearing off, and he began to feel the sharp, burning pain creeping in.
Fuck... why? Why ? What did I do...? His thoughts spiraled, trying to make sense of it all. How could this happen? How could sothing like this be real?
He had beco soone out of nothing. Soone whose life was now nothing but suffering, every single mont filled with pain.
Then, out of nowhere, his legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees as the pain spread through his body.
Count... one thousand... two thousand...
Blood poured from his mouth as he vomited, and then it happened. His body gave up.
His vision blurred before fading into complete darkness. His breathing slowed as he lay on the cold asphalt.
"The fucking Heavens... what a joke..." He muttered as a white light appeared before him and got more bright and sharp at each mont.
"Jas!" Hurried footsteps approached. Soone was running. "Jas, say sothing! Jas!"
"It's just... you, Hans."
Hans dropped to his knees beside Jas, his breath ragged, panic flashing in his eyes.
"Shit, Jas! Stay with !" His hands hovered over Jas's bloodied body, unsure where to even start. His suit was blood stained everywhere, there was so much blood. Too much.
Jas felt himself slipping—his vision blurred, his body numb, the world around him distant and fading. Hans's voice was still there, shouting his na, but it sounded muffled, like an echo from another world.
"Jas! Damn it, stay with ! Don't you fucking close your eyes!" Hans's voice cracked, but Jas couldn't respond. His lips wouldn't move. His body wouldn't listen.
His breath ca in shallow, ragged gasps as darkness crept in, swallowing everything.
Is this it? Is this how it ends?
Then, suddenly, he felt weightless.
His body was being lifted. Strong hands gripped him, hauling him off the cold asphalt. His head lolled to the side, his limbs limp like a broken puppet. The sensation was strange—detached, as if he wasn't inside his own body anymore.
He wanted to speak, to ask what was happening, but the words never ca. All he could do was let the darkness take him as Hans's desperate cries followed him into the darkness.
Jas drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind floating sowhere between reality and the abyss. Hans's voice, once sharp and desperate, began to fade—like a distant echo swallowed by the void.
"Jas... stay awake... don't you dare..."
The words barely reached him now. They stretched and warped, slipping through his grasp like water. His eyelids felt impossibly heavy.
"...you're gonna be fine... just hold on..."
Then, silence.
For a mont, there was nothing. No sound, no pain, no fear—just emptiness.
Until a new noise cut through the void. A steady beeping. Faint at first, then stronger.
"Where... am I?"
A dull ache throbbed through his body as he tried to move, but his limbs felt restrained, heavy, useless. The beeping continued, rhythmic and steady, tethering him to sothing real.
Then, a voice.
"Jas?"
It was weak, uncertain—but familiar.
"Hans..."
Jas forced his eyes open, the blinding hospital lights making him wince.
His throat was dry, his body aching in ways he couldn't describe. Slowly, he turned his head, his blurry vision settling on Hans, who sat beside the hospital bed, exhaustion etched into his face.
"You look like shit." Hans said with a smile on his face, gripping Jas's hand firmly.
Jas squinted, his head throbbing as he slowly tried to process Hans's words.
"Please tell ....that they didn't shove a tube into my dick..." Jas muttered, his voicelow, his mind still foggy from the pain and the anesthesia.
Hans chuckled, his hand squeezing Jas's. "I wanted them to, but they gave you diapers instead." He laughed more, clearly relieved but still nervous.
Jas blinked, the light in the room stinging his eyes.
The world around him felt like it was spinning in slow motion.
"Are Mom and Rafael safe?"
"Don't worry, they're both under heavy protection"
The relief that washed over him was imnse, and for a mont, he believed he could finally rest with ease. At least, that's what he thought—but the truth was far from it.
"What ti is it? I can't see shit..."
"It's 4:50 am right now. You've been here for about five hours. They stitched you up and did all that stuff. They said you don't have any internal damage, just so nasty bruises... and, well, one of your fingernails ca off."
Jas let out a slow, exhausted breath, his body feeling like a stranger's. His mind, still trying to catch up, couldn't process the fact that he was alive, sitting here, talking.
"And my face?"
"Well, that's another story. You pretty much look like an orc."
"Fuck... I can feel so missing teeth too." Jas laughed a bit, then turned to Hans, even though he couldn't see his face clearly. "You're way too relaxed, my friend..."
"Well just listen to it." Hans got up from his chair and turned on the TV.
Jas could not see the screen but he could hear the voice of the broadcaster clearly
"I'm here at the NSBI office on Bouving Street, near Parliant, where the first explosion occurred just outside the building. Early sources report at least 45 dead and dozens injured. Authorities have yet to confirm if this attack was coordinated, with no clear link to terrorism or organized cri at this ti. Stay tuned for more updates as the situation develops."
At first, his mind barely registered the news.
The deaths, the injured, the explosions—they were all just noise, another layer of the world falling apart around him. But then, a strange stillness washed over him. The realization hit him harder than he expected: he had been a part of this. His choices, his actions—they had all led to this mont.
He knew very well that with all this misunderstanding he was part of it.
He wielded this power to increase his chances of staying alive, but with it, he had destroyed lives. He had killed people—whether it was by his will or not, his hands were stained with it.
Jas could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, like a shadow that would never leave.
Every move he made, every step he took, led him deeper into the ss. He'd convinced himself that it was for survival—but the truth gnawed at him.
How many had died because of ?
And while he could justify his actions to himself, the guilt was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to break through.
He wasn't just fighting for survival anymore—he was fighting against the man he had beco.
"Who was it?"
"No clue, it wasn't us."
Jas let out a deep sigh, the relief washing over him like a flood. It was the best feeling he'd had in what felt like forever.
"I just got a call from an unknown number saying where you were, and then it was all over the news."
"El Diablo... I'm going to kill myself, for fuck's sake." He closed his eyes, and within seconds, he drifted off to sleep.
And Hans took his last sentence to heart.
He knew Jas's struggles—that he didn't sleep well, sotis felt dizzy, and, most importantly, that he took so kind of dicine. Hans thought it was a sedative, but it was actually just multivitamins that his mother had given him.
At that mont, Hans grabbed his phone and called for Cerberus.
Jas had never asked for power or the complications that ca with it, but through a misunderstanding, he shared blood with three others, and the Bellini family was ford adn with that The Three Heads of Security, Cerberus.
Together, they were responsible for protecting the family—whether Jas wanted it or not.
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