The sharp kick to his stomach caused Jack to pull away from him and clutch his stomach instead. The wind was knocked out of him and it took him a minute to be able to catch his breath. He didn’t understand why the hell Jason just did that to him and didn’t let him help…that is until he heard the reason for it. He bit his lip to think that something like this could even once be considered as being legal and that’s when he realized that…this entire circus had to be real and wrong. These boy was suffering and did that mean that there were others suffering as well? Who could be the owner of such a horrible circus? He tried not to think about it too much and think about just what to do next.<br/><br/>“You…let them?” He thought back to the man pouring gasoline on the boy and frowned to think that he allowed himself to go through the pain of what that must feel like. A chill went up his spine at this thought and he shook his heard, trying to forget the image. This wasn’t something he was going to let happen and even if he had to lie to the police, he would…just to have them see the truth.<br/><br/>Jack shook his head again and forced himself to smile. “I’m not going to fill you with false hope. I’m going to get you out of here one way or another. So, either you help me or I do it by myself.” It was impossible to do something like that by himself, but he wouldn’t let them get away with this.<br/><br/>“Trust me Jason. I’m not gonna let you down…by the way…my name is Jack.’ Just in case he wanted to know the name of the person that was going to help him. He ignored the fact that he was wasting money being here and tried to think of some idea that would make this work. “Hey…you got any weapons here?” He asked, that might be just the thing he needs, but not to use on Jason.