Jack was use that this place was twice as smaller than it should be, but it was probably another circus trick somehow and it wouldn’t bother him. He glanced over to the TV scenes that were at first hard to make out and he took a couple steps closer to get a better look -- and he wished that he didn’t. His jaw dropped as he witnessed people doing the worse possible things to the same boy. One of them pours gasoline all over him, struck a match and watched him burn and he was just glad that the sound was hushed. Another stabbing him and…oh God…he couldn’t watch it anyone or he’d throw up. Jack could already feeling his stomach contains ready to come up and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the images that he just witnessed and pretend that he didn’t have to go through any of this. Even with his eyes closed, the images played over and over in his head. It took every ounce of strength he had to keep from vomiting, but he forced everything back and then…everything went silent.<br/><br/>He could only amuse that everything stopped and he let out a sigh of relief as he opened his eyes. It was hard to convince himself now that this boy truly was unkillable or the fact he was even human, but upon opening his eyes he spotted a lone light. In that light he could see the same boy from all those terrible acts that were just preformed. It took him a moment to wrap his thoughts around this and it wasn’t until Jason finally said something was when Jack snapped out of his shock and started to run toward him, noting the fearful look in his eyes as he kneeled down to his level. He placed his hand on his shoulder and yanked it away to feel skin…real human skin. This wasn’t some robot…this was a real person! Just how he wasn’t able to die didn’t matter…it was the fact that he was put through these horrible acts that was the problem.<br/><br/>“Shit! How the hell didn’t you live through all that? Here, let me help you.” He pulled at the chains, but found that it was impossible to break [what was he thinking their metal chains], but he wasn’t going to give up. “Don’t worry, I’m calling for help.” Jack muttered and grabbed his phone, only to find that there was no service here. “DAMNIT!” His hands turned to fists and he slammed them against the concert floor before tucking his phone back in his pocket.<br/><br/>He tried to calm down and forget everything he saw in the tapes. “I…I’m gonna help you. How long have you been here and what the<em>hell</em>is wrong with this circus!? And these people!?” Jack eyed the collar and went for it, he figured that if he could release the boy from the collar, the rest might come easy. Just why anyone would hurt him was beyond him, but Jack was going to put a stop to it…somehow.