chapter 115

Jason stares at the prison cell.

He felt awfully weak and tired.

He didn't know how long he had been here nor could he remember the last time he saw Scar.

"That punk," he cursed under his breath using the Little energy he had left to clench his fist.

He hadn't eaten for days and he was thirsty.

All hope of living or escaping left him alone time again after his many failed attempts.

Scar had left him here to die and he accepted his fate but he saw in his heart that if ever he did live he was going to kill that bastard.

He lay on the ground staring at the darkness.

He missed the warmth of the sun.

He misses his home, his life as the young master of the jab.

He wanted to go home to his mother.

He told himself that he was not going to cry but at this moment he was broken to the core and he let the tears run down his face.

He slowly closed his eyes awaiting his only date which was death.

Not quite long he heard the clicking sound of the door and his eyes snapped wide open.

He wondered w