Savior - Jordan Wilson (top 5 books to read TXT) 📗

had. Jason turned around quickly, red in the face with embarrassment. Sarah’s face turned red as well. Although they both cared about one another, this was still an awkward circumstance.
“Umm,” Jason started, “G-good morning,”
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed with a small laugh, “Good morning, I didn’t think you’d be up so early”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my eyes shut,” Jason assured.
“Umm…yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Sarah said, “Just let me grab my clothes really quick,”
As she walked past him and retrieved her clothes, she said, “I hope it was okay that I used your shower?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” Jason laughed, “Just get dressed,”
“Right,” Sarah said. Jason heard her footsteps hurry back into the bathroom, followed by the door closing. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath of relief. Not even a month ago, he had been living with his uncle in a remote house in a barren area. Now he was living close to a city, with a half naked girl running around his house. This likely wasn’t what his uncle had in mind when he wanted him to live on his own. Jason laughed a little, thinking about what his uncle would have said having heard this story.
The bathroom door opened and out came a wet haired, but full clothed Sarah Williams. Her face was still a little red. The two of them sat down for breakfast and talked of relaxing things for the rest of the morning. Jason was amazed at how quickly the time passed by when he was with her. At about two in the afternoon, Jason convinced Sarah it was best she return home to see if things had settled down. He didn’t want Sarah to leave, but he knew it was for the best.
Jason offered to walk Sarah all the way home, but she insisted on making the journey on her own because she thought he’d already helped enough. Jason went outside with Sarah to say goodbye. As they walked out, something caught Jason’s eye. To the side of his door was a letter with his name written on the envelope. He stopped and picked it up. He opened it and read what had been written inside.
Dear Jason,
You will not get another opportunity like the one you had yesterday. You will look for me, but you will not find me. You can try and try to get stronger, but you will never beat me. I’m a stronger Aspen by blood. There is no hope for you. You will be inevitably destroyed by yourself. Consider this a goodbye letter. If only you would have let me save you.
Farewell,
Jackson

As Jason read the words written on the letter, anger began to flow through him again. He clenched his jaw. Sarah must have been able to feel that something was wrong. She came over to him and looked him in the eye. He looked up, trying to hide his anger. She could tell there was something wrong, but she wasn’t sure if she should say anything. Instead, Sarah leaned forward and kissed Jason on the cheek.
“Thanks for everything, Jason,” she said with a smile. The anger faded for a moment. A smile stretched across Jason’s face.
“If things go bad again, give me a call,” he said smiling.
Sarah nodded and walked off into the trees. Jason felt for her heat signature. He watched it until it was out of range. The day was cooler again. A small breeze blew through the trees making them seem almost alive. Jason went inside to get dressed. He decided to wear an old pair of blue jean shorts and his black Aspen shirt. He was dedicating the day to training. He thought about bringing his phone, but chose to just leave it at home. He was pretty confident that nobody would need him today.
Jason left his house and looked out over the city. It was humming full of life as it usually did. He wasn’t spending today here. He needed somewhere remote. Somewhere where he could do damage and still not affect anyone. He ran forward and jumped from the cliff, masking his appearance. He flew above the city. He was close to some of the taller buildings, but it didn’t matter to him. He wanted someone to see him. He wanted to remind people that he was out there.
After a minute or two, he set sights for the clouds and flew far from the city. He flew for what must have been an hour, before he finally settled on a good location. It was a large canyon that was a good thirty miles away from any life. Jason landed and began testing his body. He started with basic strength and reaction tests. He found a group of large rocks and began breaking them down with his hands. Once they were all broken into smaller rocks, he began his reaction tests. He hurled the rocks high into the air one by one. As they came down toward his head, he waited until the last moment possible and incinerated them.
Jason went through other tests pushing his body to the limit such as absorbing as much flame as he could without his body forcing him to stop. He also practiced enduring his own heat. As he trained, he began to picture his practice targets as Jackson. Jason found himself hitting the wall of the gorge repeatable with his fist. Lastly, he began to try and focus on manifesting his flame into a small spherical orb. His uncle had mastered the technique and used to practice with him.
He had mastered forming his flame into an orb and holding in that shape, but the technique his uncle had shown him could be used as a weapon. It could be used as a devastating explosive flame attack. Once the power was formed into the orb, if done correctly, it could be thrown, causing massive wreckage. Jason had been trying to perfect this attack for nearly three years and he had never been able to do it. Even now he was unable to perform it correctly. He could only imagine Jackson laughing at his failures.
Jason stood up in frustration and slammed his fist into rocky wall. His fist had struck the wall so hard that rocks began to fall from the very top. He stood there for a moment, thinking. What if Jackson was right? What if he couldn’t ever be strong enough? Before he got too lost in thought, a noise came from behind him. Jason whirled around. He saw nothing but barren wilderness. He looked for a heat signature, but found nothing. Was he just imagining things?
“Jason Shard,” called a cold voice from behind him. Jason turned and saw a pale, black haired man dressed in all black. Jason studied the man. He seemed to have a sinful aura around him. Merely his sinister smile sent a chill down Jason’s back. His eyes were closed. His head was tilted towards the ground. Although the man appeared harmless, Jason didn’t like him. It was a gut feeling that told him this guy was bad news.
“Who are you?” asked Jason, “How do you know my name,”
“I know lots of things about you Jason,” the man said.
“What sort of things?” Jason questioned.
“I know that you live alone in a small town. I know that you have been mentioned on the news for your acts of heroism.” The man started, “I also know that you are an Aspen. And that a man named Jackson killed your uncle.”
Jason clenched his fists and said, “Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Sollamance,” said the man opening his eyes, “And I am a Quixon,”
There were two things that struck Jason deep. The first was mention of this man being a Quixon. The thing he grew up hating was now standing in front of him. He looked nothing like he imagined a Quixon to look. Jason had always pictured them as larger, blood thirsty creatures that had nothing but the minds of animals. But this man looked nearly human.
The second was his eyes. When he opened them, Jason saw the same eyes for his nightmares. Those horrible black and red eyes came from Quixons, and now he was looking at one. His eyes gave Jason a ghastly feeling all throughout his body. This man was a pale manifest of immorality. Jason looked back into the eyes that haunted his dreams. The man only grinned as he looked back at Jason. Everything about this man bothered Jason and if he was really Quixon, then he must be destroyed.
Jason lunged at the man with fire surrounding his fist. As if he anticipated Jason’s move, the man dodged and sent a few quick blows into Jason’s stomach. The man moved behind Jason, but did nothing. Jason, anger growing, recovered and released his power. His flame collided with what looked like blackened flames, right in front of Sollamance. The flame disappeared and the Quixon stood still, just grinning at Jason.
Jason wasn’t going to let this man get the better of him. Jason jumped high into the air so that he was well above his target. He held out his hands, attempting to generate the flaming orb that his uncle had used. He needed to be able to do this. The orange ball of fire appeared before him. Jason began to control the flames inside the orb. He was ready for this. He was ready for his attack, but was cut off when the Quixon’s knee shot into his back. Jason lost focus and the orb vanished. He began to fall downward towards the ground. With a quick recovery, Jason landed on his feet. The Quixon landed in front of him.
“Jason,” Sollamance said, “I haven’t come here to kill you,”
“Then why the hell are you here?” Jason asked a little winded.
“You don’t know, do you?” Sollamance said.
“Know what?” spat Jason.
“The blood that flows through you,” he said, “The power you possess deep inside. You don’t know about any of it at all.”
“What are you talking about? What power inside me?” Jason asked.
“Tell me, Jason. Did you know your father?” he asked. Jason gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe a Quixon would dare mention his father.
“He died fighting creatures like you a long time ago,” Jason said angrily.
“Yes, part of that is true. He did die a long time ago, but it wasn’t fighting the Quixon.”
“The hell he didn’t! My father died fighting for the Aspen!” Jason cried, “He died fighting you monsters!”
“You are wrong, Jason,” Sollamance declared, “Your father didn’t die fighting with the Aspen. He died fighting against the Aspen for the Quixon. Your father was Quixon, just like me.”
“You’re lying,” Jason said, “My uncle said he died protecting my mother, while we escaped.”
“Your uncle was trying to protect you, boy!” Sollamance spat, “It’s about time you started embracing what you are!”
“I am not a Quixon!” cried Jason in disbelief.
“You are and there is no denying it!” Sollamance roared, “Let me guess, you have a feeling inside you that you can’t control? You want your enemies to suffer painful deaths? When you dream, you have dark dreams of the red eyes?”
“You know nothing about me!” yelled Jason.
“I know enough, boy,” Sollamance said, “I know that the only way you will be able to kill your enemy is with this power. The only way you can defeat him is by embracing what you are.”
Jason squinted his eyes and asked, “How do you know of my enemy?”
“Like I said,” he began, “I know a lot about you. You can walk away right now and I won’t pursue you, but you will never kill him without my help.”
“Why are you trying to help me?” Jason asked, “What could