Jason awoke to smoke and flames. He jolted from his bed, looking around frantically for the source of the heat. "have to put it out.." he thought in his panicked mind. He rushed toward his bedroom door, and flinging it open, he was thrown back through his room, and out his three-story window by the force of the explosion, a blast that fueled the fire by the the oxygen from his bedroom. His vision faded for a moment, but then he was on his feet and running, running for the front door. He felt something warm run down his face- his blood. He could feel the metallic taste on his tongue- he spat at the ground, rounding the corner of his home. He then saw the image he would never forget- a man, with a large strange looking object on his back (Jason learned later it was a flamethrower) and he was torching his house. Jason sprinted towards the figure, grabbing a shard of glass off the ground as he flew across the grass. He leapt and tackled the figure; it stopped the fire. Jason's mind was lost in a flurry of rage and sorrow. He ripped the gas mask off of the strangers head- and saw his father.<br/>But this couldn't be! His dad wouldn't- do this... But the serious scowl across his father's face told otherwise. Jason looked at scowl, and his mind broke; Jason took the shard of glass, and placing it inside his fathers mouth, cut open the hated man's cheeks, just to get rid of that disgusting look.<br/><br/>Jason then woke to Eris, her kind eyes shimmering with tears on his pale cheeks. He touched his hand to her soft cheek, saying "No more will I kill in hatred; I have found love."