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âI want Jackson dead just as much as you, boy,â Sollamance declared, âHe has tried killing me as well.â
âPerhaps you should be killed,â Jason said, âYou are from a blood thirsty, monstrous race,â
âYou are a Quixon as well, boy!â spat Sollamance, âNeither of us are doing anything wrong are we? Jackson is the real threat. He wants us gone so that there is no one in his path to glory.â
âWhat if I canât do it?â Jason asked, âWhat if I canât change?â
âIf you believe you can seize the anger inside you and release it all,â Sollamance said, âThen you will.â
Jason thought about it for a moment. Things were finally sinking in. If everything Sollamance was saying was true, then he is part Quixon. His father was a Quixon and his mother was an Aspen. He had always hated the Quixon for everything, but knowing this now changed how he saw everything. If his mother had fallen in love with the Quixon and conceived a child, then maybe there were some good Quixon. Maybe some of the Quixon were trying not to be known as monstrosities.
He still didnât feel completely comfortable accepting the help of something he grew up hating, but he also knew deep down there was no other way to kill Jackson. Jackson must, at all costs, be stopped. This man was the biggest threat to the planet. As much as he wanted to fight it, Jason knew it was no use. He had to side with Sollamance.
âHow?â Jason asked simply.
Sollamance grinned and said, âWe will meet back here every night starting tomorrow. I will show you what needs to be done.â
Jason paused and looked down. Was he really going to do this? Was this the answer Jason had been looking for?
âIâll do it,â Jason said.
âGood,â Sollamance said. He turned and began walking for the edge of the canyon.
âWait,â Jason said, causing Sollamance to stop short of the cliff and turn around, âHow do I know I can trust you?â
âYou donât,â smirked Sollamance. He took one step back and fell into the canyon. Jason ran towards the edge to see where he had fallen. He hadnât been able to feel a heat signature on him the entire time. When he got to the edge, he wasnât surprised to find that Sollamance had disappeared. Just like that, his whole world was changed. Nothing was making sense anymore. Could he really trust a Quixon? Was it really worth it just to defeat Jackson? Jason thought of his murdered uncle. The anger and hatred he held towards Jackson rose to his head. There were only three people in the world he could discuss this with. He figured that it would be a bad idea to run it by them.
About four hours later. They all sat in Jasonâs house with root beers and potato chips. They were in the living room with the TV on the news. Tony held the remote and had been flipping through the channels. They were always so relaxed and easy going.
âA Quixon? Like the Quixons that killed off your race?â asked Matt, a little surprised.
âYeah. He had the same red eyes Iâve been seeing in my dreams.â
âJay, you should have killed that asshole where he stood!â spat Josh.
âHe wasnât trying to harm me. My uncle always spoke of them as evil and menacing, but this guy seemed like he had some good in him.â
âCould it be a trick?â Tony asked.
âMaybe, but it might be my only way to avenge my uncle,â Jason stated.
âWell Jay, we donât know a whole lot about this alien stuff, but if you think itâs the only way, then maybe you should.â Matt said.
âThatâs what I was thinking,â Jason agreed.
âWell what happens then?â Josh asked, âWhat happens if you âunlockâ this Quixon power?â
âThatâs why I need your help. If you guys can find any information on Jackson, where he lives, what he does for a living, who he knows, than maybe I can end this once and for all.â
âWe can try that but there are no promises on finding anything. My guess is that if this guy doesnât want to be found, he wonât be.â Tony said.
âThatâs fine. Just trying will be helpful.â Jason said.
âSo, this Quixon power, what will it do?â
âI donât know for sure. Sollamance told me that I had to release the anger inside me and that alone would bring forth this power.â
âSo all you have to do is get angry?â Matt asked, âThatâs it?â
âThatâs the main idea.â Jason admitted.
Josh finished his soda and starred at the can. He crushed the can in his hands and looked at it again. Jason turned his attention to the TV. Josh took the crushed can and threw it, hitting Jason right in the side of the head.
âWhat the hell was that for, Josh?â Jason yelled.
âYou said you had to get angry,â Josh said with a grin, âIs it working?â
âYouâre a dick.â Jason said, while the other two laughed.
âBut seriously, Jay,â Josh said, âWhat will happen when you succeed? Is it going toâŠchange you?â
âI highly doubt that. Maybe my strength and speed, but I will still be myself.â Jason declared.
âYeah, we hope.â Matt muttered.
âGuys,â Jason started, âThis isnât going to change who I am.â
âIf you say so, Jay,â Josh said, âYou got anything else to eat around here?â
âJosh,â Tony began, âJason is a super strong, alien badass and you still eat more than he does.â
âYeah, man.â Matt agreed, âAll the food is going to your head,â
âMaybe his lady charm will wear off,â chuckled Jason.
âHa!â Josh laughed, âLike that will ever happen! I think I have four dates to Homecoming right now. I just need to decide which three to let go.â
âJoshâŠyouâre ridiculous,â Jason muttered, shaking his head.
The guys talked about other things in their lives for the rest of the night. As usual, it was mainly girls, sports, and how pointless drama was. Tony and Josh made a game of flipping through the channels and making fun of random actors and actresses. When midnight rolled around, the guys left Jason for the night. They always helped clear Jasonâs mind. He knew that if there was anything out there about Jackson, they would find it.
Jason lay awake that night wondering about Sollamanceâs offer. The possibility that his father was a Quixon and even he himself was a Quixon made him shudder. Sollamance appeared trustworthy, but Jason still wasnât sure. His uncle had been so against the Quixon. Was it possible that his uncle was wrong? Or was he about to walk into a trap? Jason fought with himself about whether or not to meet Sollamance tomorrow night. Part of him was afraid that Sollamance would come to him if he didnât show. He didnât want a Quixon anywhere near his city. The one thing Jason was certain of was that Jackson had to be stopped. If this was the only way to avenge his uncle and put an end to Jackson, then so be it.
The Becoming
âAgain, boy!â Sollamance barked. It had been nearly two weeks since Jason had started training with him. Every night since they had met, Sollamance and Jason had trained in hopes to release the Quixon inside of him. Sometimes on the weekends, they would train in stormy areas during the day. It was all based on Sollamanceâs schedule. Jason panted as he looked up at Sollamance. He was hovering slightly above the ground with his red eyes glowing. Sollamanceâs training was a lot different than his uncleâs. His uncle focused on control and balance. This training was endless, merciless sparring. Night after night, everything was the same. Jason would deliver attacks, one after another, lucky to land three. Sollamance was strong, fast, and possessed powers Jason did not.
When Jason would throw a punch, Sollamance would counter with four more. He seemed to be good at anticipating his moves as well. Maybe that was a perk for Quixons. Jasonâs previous training had been nothing like this. He hadnât trained with a partner in awhile, and never with one this aggressive. Every time Sollamance attacked, nothing was held back. Jason felt pain every night, but he was able to keep going with his mind on one thing. Jackson. No matter what pain came his way, no matter how many hits he had to take, in the end it will all be worth it.
The hardest part was trying to get angry enough. Sollamance would throw barbs at Jason like the fact that he wonât be able to defeat Jackson like this. He would also taunt him with words such as âweakâ and âworthlessâ. Jason was definitely getting pissed, but nothing seemed to make him angry enough. He hoped that through battle, he would be able to release his power. He was getting better than when he started. At first, he couldnât even keep his guard up, but now, he was able to be the offensive fighter. The few hits he landed on Sollamance helped Jason redeem his pride. Although, he was getting better, it still was not enough.
Jason lunged at Sollamance. He was a few feet above the ground, with hardly a scratch on him. Jason had to train his eyes for Sollamance. Without a heat signature, it was a lot harder to follow and predict his movements. Jasonâs fist clenched and he rocketed it at Sollamance. With a dodge and a counter kick to the side, Sollamance once again came out on top. Jason recovered from the kick and sent one back. As Sollamance went to dodge to the right, Jason spun to give his kick more force and caught him in mid movement. Sollamanceâs head jerked to the side and Jason jumped on the opportunity. Jason sent another three punches into Sollamanceâs chest, before returning for another kick. Sollamance was ready this time. As the kick came, he grabbed Jasonâs leg and sent a downward punch into his chest. Jason slammed into the dirt, unable to break the grip the Quixon had on his leg. Sollamance stepped on Jasonâs neck, adding pressure by the second. With both hands on Sollamanceâs ankle, Jason sent a flaming charge up his leg. Sollamance jumped away and allowed Jason to get up.
âYouâre getting better, but you still arenât there,â Sollamance declared.
âHow long will it take to release this power?â puffed Jason, trying to catch his breath.
âIt depends on you, boy!â Sollamance spat, âIf you continue to stay ignorant and weak, then it will never be released,â
Jason gritted his teeth and shot from the ground and into the air. His fist extended out, just begging to merely graze Sollamance. When he went to dodge the attack, Jason swung his knee forward and into Sollamanceâs chest. With a crash, Sollamance struggled to regain his balance. Unwilling to back down, Jason engulfed his clenched fist in flames and went in for power strike, hoping to damage Sollamance. Only inches away from impact, a sharp pain slashed through Jasonâs forearm. Jason planted his feet and shot away from Sollamance. He could now see what had caused blood to pour from his arm. In his opponentâs hand was a black hilted blade. It was a long sword with a blood red stone in the middle of the hilt. The whole sword gave off an evil vibe.
âHow the hell is that fair?â Jason cried.
âThis isnât about being fair, kid. In a battle to the death, there are no rules.â
Jason took a deep breath. He was right. When it came down to it, Jason was going to use whatever method it took to beat Jackson. Uncle Alfred had always warned him about letting his darker emotions gain control,
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