Post by JACKSON HAWK on Aug 23, 2016 9:30:11 GMT -6
The burden you bear can cripple you
A ravenous cancer, eating your soul
A ravenous cancer, eating your soul
it would be a real cold day in hell before jackson hawk sat on his ass while evil terrored the world. things had gone completely south in san francisco, making it clearer than ever that they were losing the battle against supernatural. still, he wouldn't stop fighting - not until he was cold in the ground. life was hectic enough, what with ariel's death and his attemps to comfort matty...still trying to save kate...and of course, the revival of his father in his life. to put the icing on the cake, the city was on a lockdown of sorts. mortal authorities were terrified, which left them with no choice but to put a curfew over the city's limits. it was done so in attempts to keep everyone indoors and safe. thus far it seemed to be working, to an extent, but they weren't going to be safe forever. as far as he was concerned, the apocalypse might as well have been upon them.
all while trying to do good, jackson was forced to stay off police radar. to keep people safe, those who violated the curfew law were thrown in jail. cops figured it was a better option than filling the morgue with mangled or blood-drained bodies. steering clear of patrolmen for the first few nights had been easy but as more and more were employed, including the national guard, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to go unnoticed. but giving up wasn't an option. shit, the only thing he'd ever given up on was his own happiness. that...and his life.
he'd grown tired of seeing the people he loved suffer and so, he finally did something about it. it would take more than a crossroads demon to fix what was wrong with his world. it was for that very fact that he sought out the help of death himself, using his own life as a bargaining chip. the problem, however, was that he had three predicaments he wanted fixed: matty to have his wife back, elizabeth to have her peace and happiness, and kate's vampirism to be reversed. he offered his own soul and last breath to death for assistance in these matters. while ten years was what he should have been given for one favor from the demon, he instead had three to ask of him. and so, jackson had been given three months. he was already a month in, leaving him only sixty days before his expiration date arrived. he only hoped death was truly a monster of his world. of course, the entire ordeal had been a secret in his mind. little did he know, the rumor among the supernatural world had already spread: the famous jackson hawk would soon belong to hell.
unlike many in a dying situation, there was no bucket list for him to cross off...no series of crazy and awesome adventures he needed to complete before he kicked it. instead, he spent his time doing what he did day in and day out: hunting. tonight was no different. but while his actions were the same, the man was not. he felt the clutch of death within him, consuming his soul slowly. like a snake that had already unhinged it's jaws and latched on, he felt as though he were slipping into the belly of the beast. he was enjoying the violent acts of his life more and more and starting to love his loved ones just a little less...like humanity slowly slipping away.
as the sun sank below the horizon, jackson merely waited. resting against an old shipping container at the docks, he carefully loaded his gun, allowing each bullet to be cradled in their holding place. he wasn't sure what he'd come across this night, which is why he took no chances with the bullets - silver tipped wood with a devil's trap carved at one end. no matter what he encountered, he'd at least stop something in it's tracks long enough gank 'em. he knew too that the patrolmen would be out soon, meaning he'd have double the amount of threats to look out for. he could get through it though; he had to.
all while trying to do good, jackson was forced to stay off police radar. to keep people safe, those who violated the curfew law were thrown in jail. cops figured it was a better option than filling the morgue with mangled or blood-drained bodies. steering clear of patrolmen for the first few nights had been easy but as more and more were employed, including the national guard, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to go unnoticed. but giving up wasn't an option. shit, the only thing he'd ever given up on was his own happiness. that...and his life.
he'd grown tired of seeing the people he loved suffer and so, he finally did something about it. it would take more than a crossroads demon to fix what was wrong with his world. it was for that very fact that he sought out the help of death himself, using his own life as a bargaining chip. the problem, however, was that he had three predicaments he wanted fixed: matty to have his wife back, elizabeth to have her peace and happiness, and kate's vampirism to be reversed. he offered his own soul and last breath to death for assistance in these matters. while ten years was what he should have been given for one favor from the demon, he instead had three to ask of him. and so, jackson had been given three months. he was already a month in, leaving him only sixty days before his expiration date arrived. he only hoped death was truly a monster of his world. of course, the entire ordeal had been a secret in his mind. little did he know, the rumor among the supernatural world had already spread: the famous jackson hawk would soon belong to hell.
unlike many in a dying situation, there was no bucket list for him to cross off...no series of crazy and awesome adventures he needed to complete before he kicked it. instead, he spent his time doing what he did day in and day out: hunting. tonight was no different. but while his actions were the same, the man was not. he felt the clutch of death within him, consuming his soul slowly. like a snake that had already unhinged it's jaws and latched on, he felt as though he were slipping into the belly of the beast. he was enjoying the violent acts of his life more and more and starting to love his loved ones just a little less...like humanity slowly slipping away.
as the sun sank below the horizon, jackson merely waited. resting against an old shipping container at the docks, he carefully loaded his gun, allowing each bullet to be cradled in their holding place. he wasn't sure what he'd come across this night, which is why he took no chances with the bullets - silver tipped wood with a devil's trap carved at one end. no matter what he encountered, he'd at least stop something in it's tracks long enough gank 'em. he knew too that the patrolmen would be out soon, meaning he'd have double the amount of threats to look out for. he could get through it though; he had to.
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