For awhile everything in the forest felt silent and he could have sworn that even the snow had stopped falling for a moment. In the silence just about anyone could have picked up the faintest of noises; but everyone knows if you scream in the forest nobody could hear you. You were all alone, and it was the sense of loneliness that made Jeremy cringe. Sure there was Lia but she was a stranger. He didnâ€™t trust strangers or have the intention of even attempting to build trust. It was for his own survival that he was even making conversation with her he realized; it was quite amusing as well.  He has always used people and sometimes he was guilty of even using Margo. She was always good to him despite being obviously aware of his nature, and sometimes it worried him. He felt she deserved better at times, but he knew that they had a strong bond with each other. Since marriage was a promise, that bond should never be broken no matter how cruel he could be.<br/><br/>People were so easy to fool if you knew what to say to them however once they caught onâ€¦ well he always made sure that they never spoke ill of him. He as a man who liked reputation. That being said, he was also pretty popular, or rather, infamous would be the word. And whenever someone opened their big mouth he never hesitated to silence them.<br/><br/>It had been a humid, rainy day the day he heard that someone was about to turn him into the cops for having connections with the London mobs. It didnâ€™t take him long to find the prick either; the twat stood out like a sore thumb in the bar. He walked up to the guy, ordered him a drink, and they talked for a good long while. The man didnâ€™t even know Jeremyâ€™s face, oddly enough, just his name, which was amusing. Jeremy learned that the man had a family and he didnâ€™t want his family associated with the mob since his son had been recently accepted. The news definitely intrigued him, but he could not have this family turning him in or getting the rest of the gang in trouble. So that night he took a strong axe and went to the manâ€™s familyâ€™s home a little later that evening. They lived in the suburbs around a rough neighborhood he knew oh too well, finding them had been far too easy.<br/><br/>From the looks of things they were just about to call it a night when he showed up unannounced. Within minutes, the whole family was chopped up beyond recognition, and the axe was dripping with the blood of its victimsâ€¦ And the more he looked into the movements, the more he realized what he was facing. A cold, emotionless gaze etched into Jeremyâ€™s countenance and he looked at the bloody mess of a man in the mirror. There was a smile on the Mirror Manâ€™s face as he raised the axe, swinging it towards him. He had managed to get out of the way but the Mirror Man kept coming for him relentlessly, almost as if it was reacting to his thoughts of wanting to kill the person who set him up and brought him here; and perhaps it was reacting to the fact that he felt it was his fault for Margo being taken away from him, if she had been, that was still debatable, as well.<br/><br/>Whatever it was, a glance at Lia showed that she had dark thoughts of her own. The Mirror Image of her also had blood on her hands. Perhaps she was murderer as well? Interestingâ€¦ but he could not focus on that right now. His own image kept after him, swinging that axe though eventually Jeremy decided he has had enough and shot at the image, not wanting to die in this god forsaken place. When he did, the oddest thing happened just then. The image stopped, let out a horrible and inhuman cry, and then shattered, leaving a dark pool of blood where it had been.<br/><br/>That, however, was not the end of the image. It soon formed again from a different memory, one where he had burned a man alive, for what he couldnâ€™t really remember. There was no axe this time around. It just stood there staring at him, seeming to mimic his movements, the way he held the gun, the way he shone the flashlight, everything. He wasnâ€™t sure whether or not he wanted to shoot the image; technically wouldnâ€™t that be shooting himself? It took a lot to frighten a man like Jeremy Vallen but he would admit that this was truly and utterly terrifying. What the hell kind of sorcery was this? He wasnâ€™t sure what frightened him more, the fact that he had already shot himself or the fact that no matter what he did he felt like it would just come back againâ€¦