The Mirror: The Revenge

Friday 13, 2005

Lindsey Stephens & Robert Stephens- Jason's parents

Conor McGregor- Robert's boss

Dilton Doyle- Robert's cameraman

Lindsey Stephens and Robert Stephens were Jason's parents. They all lived happily in a big house with a black door on Kings Street. Lindsey was 41 years old and a stay-at-home mother for 18 years because Robert wanted to make sure his son was getting the proper care and love from his mother. At this time, Jason is 18 years old and he just finished high school. He works at a bank on Kings Street. Robert was a 40 year old reporter who worked for a company called City News. His job was to report the news as it happened with or without putting himself or his cameraman, Dilton Doyle, in danger. It didn't bother Robert about the dangers of his job until he became a family man, so he talked to his boss, Conor McGregor, about just having a desk job where he verifies the news people bring in to make sure the company was not putting out fake news to the community. 

"McGregor, have you considered my offer to switch me to a desk job?"

"Yes, I have Robert, and unfortunately, I cannot make that change just yet. You are our only experienced field reporter. If you train another person to take your spot, maybe we can work something out."

"Sir, with all respect, that is bullshit. No one ever taught me how to do the fieldwork, I had to learn on my own. I didn't have any guidance, help, support, or anything. Now, all of a sudden you care about who goes into the field?" 

"Don't forget I'm still your boss, Robert. Now get out of my sight before I am forced to have a new employee handle the fieldwork."

Robert walked out of Conor's office while slamming the door. There was no way for him to switch jobs. While he was in his thoughts he heard his boss yell.

"Robert get off your ass and head to the bank on Kings Street! There's a robbery in progress! Make sure you take your cameraman with you! Go!"

Robert's brain became alert when he realized that his son works at that bank and his wife always visits him. He and Dilton rushed to get their things ready. Once they got everything together, they rushed to their TV van and raced to Kings Street. The cops were already on the scene by the time Robert and Dilton got there. Luckily, Lindsey and Jason were somewhere else safe, so Robert could focus on the bank robbery. 

"There are three armed men with guns having a shootout with 6 policemen outside of the bank on Kings Street. Thankfully all the hostages were sent to a safe location. Four cops have been shot and killed. The ambulance has not shown up yet." 

Robert felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Dilton kept filming and following his boss as he got closer to the shootout. One of the criminals pulled off his mask and Robert made a signal to Dilton to zoom in on the perp's face. The maskless criminal pulled out his machine gun, opened fire on the cops, and yelled to the others to get in the car. Robert and Dilton dropped down behind a police car immediately once the machine gun came their way. 

"One of the robbers has revealed his face. Why would he pull off his mask? He is instructing the other criminals to take off in the car….”

“Put the camera on the license plate, Doyle!"

“It is a red Cadillac with UTS-1156 as their license plate. Put the camera back on his face, Doyle…..”

“Doyle? …Doyle!??... Doyle!!!???" 

Robert saw Doyle dropping the camera, running away to get into the van, and driving off as fast as he could. A look of shock fell over Robert’s face; he turned his head back to the front, and the maskless criminal came up with his machine gun and unloaded it in his face. While the criminal was distracted, the last two cops retrieved their shotguns from the car. One of the cops shot up the getaway car, killing the other two robbers. The other cop snuck up behind the last criminal. The cop yelled “Hey, dirtbag!!! " to get his attention; he turned around with his empty machine gun to get his head splattered into a million pieces. All of it was caught on the camera that Dilton left behind. 

As the week flew by, everyone who had a television saw the footage of the bank robbery and all of the casualties and carnage that came with it. Even Lindsey and Jason were distraught. Robert had a will made early for "just in case" purposes to make sure his family was taken care of for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, Jason was let go from his job because of budget cuts, but he had an inheritance so big sitting in the bank that he and Lindsey would never have to worry about working again. However, no matter how large the inheritance was, that house with the black door on Kings Street marked the end of a happy home, but started the beginning of a horrible nightmare for Jason and his mother.

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Jason Goes To Sleep-

One Year Later....

It has been a year since Robert passed away. The house becomes unbearable to live in for both Lindsey and Jason. They decided to sell the house on Kings Street and bought a little house in Alabama. Lindsey wanted to be isolated, so the house was away from the community. Life hit Lindsey hard after losing her husband, so she started drinking heavily six months after the incident. Unfortunately for Jason, that is when the abuse started. One morning, Lindsey was sitting in the kitchen pouring herself her usual vodka; she had finished half of the bottle already. Jason hears the pouring sound of a liquid and immediately sprints to the kitchen. Jason sees his mother having a good time with her half-empty liquor bottle; he tries to take it from her. She stood up, punched him in the face and he crashed to the floor.

"Don't you ever take anything away from your mother!!!!!!!!!! You worthless piece of shit!!!!!" 

As she was wobbling out of the kitchen, she went to grab the metal bat that Robert bought for Jason when he was younger. 

"I'll teach you to take my liquor, you little shit. You wanna play baseball? Huh!? I got the bat, you’re the ball!" 

“No, Mother! Stop, please! I was just trying…” 

Jason tried to plead his case to make his mother see sense, but his attempt failed. Jason curls into a ball and covers the back of his head with his hands while she hits him in the back.

"How old are you? The number of hits mommy gives you will match your age. Oh! You don't want to answer, then I'll just keep swinging until I get tired, you bastard!"

Lindsey hit Jason in the back three times before he passed out and she kept on hitting him- on the legs, arms, and stomach. 

“You should have been shot in the face, not your father!!! Die!!!”

She was going for one more final swing and then Jason immediately opened his eyes and looked at his mother with pure malice in his eyes. This made Lindsey hesitate for a split second and in that moment Jason got up on his feet and snatched the bat from his mother so hard that he jerked her a little bit towards him. 

"Ohhhh, little Jason wants to fight back now???? If you even think-"

Before his mother could finish the sentence he swung the bat across her face; she flew across the dining table and smacked her skull on the floor. She was killed in an instant. Jason walked up to her, looked down at her with his cold, dead eyes, and began to play baseball with his mother's head. 

“How old are you? The number of hits dear old Jason gives you will match your age,” Jason stated.

He bashed her head 42 times. Once he was finished, he dragged his mother's lifeless body out in the field in front of their house. He went back to the house to get a shovel, a box of matches, and a bottle of gasoline. He dug a five-foot grave, dumped her body in the pit, poured half of the bottle of gasoline on her, and set her ablaze. He let the flames sit for 5-7 minutes and started to put out the flames by burying his mother. Once he finished, he took all the stuff back to the house and cleaned up the house with bleach and ammonia. He cleaned off the bat and put it in the closet that was in his room. He took all his mother's clothes and shoes and put them in a trash bag to take outside by her grave. Once he got to her grave he dumped all her belongings on the ground and burned it all up. Later that night, Jason went outside and sat down in the chair that was sitting on the porch. 

*A big sigh*

"Won't have to worry about that drunk, dead, bitch again." Jason fell soundly asleep to the quiet winds of Mother Nature

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In The Morning....

Jason wakes up writhing and groaning in pain.

"What the hell!!? Shit, my back, head, legs, everything hurts!" 

Jason thought about his mother drinking last night and him trying to stop her; he jumped up from the chair and ran inside the house yelling for his mother.

“Mom???!! Mother, where are you!!!???”

He checked the bathroom, his room, his mother's room, and the kitchen. She was nowhere in sight. Jason got a strong smell of ammonia and bleach that nearly made him choke when he inhaled.

"Did she clean last night? No. I remember that she was drinking, and I tried to stop her. She got so upset that she started beating me senselessly with a bat. Damn it! I can't remember what happened after she finished beating my ass! Maybe she cleaned up after she got done with me, but how and why did I end up on the porch?"

Jason shook his head confusedly; He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He took his shirt off and saw blood on his clothes, but it was not his. He turned around and looked at the black and purple bruises on his back, stomach, and arms. He didn't have to look at his legs to know they were fucked up too. Jason winced, "Damn! This shit hurts!" 

Jason noticed blood on his pants as well. It finally clicked in his brain that this blood had to be his mother's, but how? What happened to his mother? He started to panic. He ran outside in the fields to search for his mother. He eventually found the area where it looked like someone had been buried. As he searched around the area, he came across his mother's burnt clothes and shoes. Jason's heart dropped into his stomach; he ran back into the house to get the shovel. Before he started digging, he noticed that there was dirt on the end of the shovel, and he knew that neither he nor his mother used the shovel. Jason started digging, and once he felt his shovel hit something, he stopped and looked to see what it was. After seeing his mother's freshly burnt, disfigured flesh, he dropped to his knees and started screaming and crying at the top of his lungs.

"Oh my God!!! Mom, I'm so, so sorry! I don't know what happened!!! Oh God, what did I do to you, Mom!!!? Why!!!? What is wrong with me??!!!!”

Jason was crying uncontrollably to the point of him not being able to breathe. Jason heard a voice in his head…

“Jason, you need to calm your ass down, now!!!!"

Jason started looking around.

"Who said that!?? Where are you!?? Who are you!!!??"

Jason heard the voice again. 

"I'm a part of you, Jason. To be honest, I am YOU. Now, you need to calm down."

Jason refused to listen.

"I know what happened to your Mother! You need to calm the fuck down, so I can tell you!"

Jason started to control his breathing, but he was still sobbing.

"What did I do to my mother??? Please, tell me!!!” 

"Oh no, Jason; it's not what you did, it's what I did. To simply put it; I killed her. I bashed her head in over 40 times. It was like I was playing baseball with her fucking head! Then, I set her remains on fire and buried them. I also burned all her clothes and shoes as you can see."

Jason's eyes widened as he screamed, "Noooooooooooo!!!!! How could you kill our mother!!! You are fucking insane! Why!!!? She was everything to me!!! Damn you, you fucking monster!!!!”

Jason sprinted back to the house screaming and yelling aloud, cursing the other Jason; he went straight into the kitchen to grab a chef's knife from the kitchen. 

"You're the insane one, Jason; I am very much fucking sane. I am sane enough to protect you from getting your bones shattered and your brains battered by the bitch that claimed she loved you and will always protect you! I never thought protecting and loving was getting your shit bashed in like a fucking piñata! And you call me insane!? Your insanity is thinking your mother, not mine, would eventually get better and stop physically, mentally, and emotionally abusing you, but she did not!!!!”

"She did love me! I know she did! She was just hurting and she missed-"

“She was torturing you! I was the one that stopped it from ending badly! The least you could do is say thank you! I could have just let her keep abusing you to the point of her fucking killing you!! In all honesty, Jason, your mother was an all-around abuser, and she would have ended up killing you this last time. Did you not hear her scream, ‘Die!!!’ while she was playing baseball with your whole body??? I couldn't let that happen because I would be dead too, and I am not going out that easily, especially by that crazy bitch."

Jason kept crying and blubbering. “DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!!!” 

He put the knife up to his throat and started to slice it. After Jason made a little slice on his throat the other Jason took over. 

"Jason, go to sleep. You're tired and you're not thinking straight at this moment. You're going to forget about all this."

Jason passes out, dropping himself and the knife on the kitchen floor. Minutes later, he rises up looking around the kitchen for a mirror, the bottle of gasoline, and the box of matches. He finds a mirror hanging on the wall in the living room and he blankly stares into it. 

“It’s my turn to live now, Jason. I'll be here for you always. Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything. We are one.”

Jason's eyes glanced over to the picture stand and saw pictures of his mother and father. Jason had an enormous, sharp pain in his head; he felt like his head was going to burst. 

“Nooooo! Jason, you stay away!!! You're not coming back out!!!”

The secondary Jason rushed to grab the gasoline bottle and started emptying it all over the house. Once he finished he stepped outside, struck a match, and set the entire house ablaze. The sharp pains in his head faded away.

“There you go, Jason. Now, just relax and trust me when I say that I am going to take care of everything.”