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him. 'You should still be in Glasgow ma boy.'
     
    Jason remained eerily still and silent. Tears formed in Sandra's eyes, then burst like a weak dam down the sides of her cheeks as she started sobbing.
     
    'Jason, this isnae... What it seems.' Sandra pleaded.
     
    Jason raised his gun and pointed it at her. Tears began swelling up in his eyes too, though he fought with them desperately so that they remained in his eyes.
     
    'He made me Jason. He always makes me...'
     
    'Shut the fuck up.' the man yelled at Sandra, yet still he wouldn't turn around to face his son. 'Just shut... up.'
     
    'Just tell me one thing Sandra.' Jason finally said with the faintest of breaths. 'Who is the father of that baby?'
     
    Sandra glanced at the man beside her on the bed then back at Jason again. It was the desperate look of hesitation that gave her away.
     
    'Jason I... It's yours. Of course, she’s yours.'
     
    But the seed of doubt had already been placed inside Jason's mind. The man closed his eyes, gently shaking his head. He knew what was coming, no doubt about that. Jason tensed his finger on the trigger of the gun. He took a long, deep, hard breath.
     
    'Jason please. The baby… Your baby.' pleaded the woman.
     
    Jason, without another thought, shot the woman once in the forehead. The middle aged man jolted with shock where he knelt. After a long pause he finally turned himself around to face Jason for the very first time.
     
    'Jason… Son.'
     
    Jason looked cold, emotionless. The only thoughts and feelings running through his head were filled with hate, anger, rage, suffering and revenge.
     
    'Father...' Jason replied, almost as quiet as a mouse.
     
    The man gently nodded, ready for the flow of bullets which were already spraying from Jason's gun. Jason, without flinching, emptied the remaining round of bullets into his father's chest and head. When his gun ran empty he took out another clip from his pocket, loaded his gun again and continued to empty the second clip of ammo into his father. The bed was literally transformed into a blood bath.
     
    Outside, Brad glanced up at the bedroom window to Jason's flat from his BMW. He was sipping on a small flask of whiskey. The sound of gunshots echoed all the way down the dim lamp lit street. Gunshots weren't a very familiar sound in these parts. The police would be on their way very soon. No doubt about that. A sly grin flickered across Brad's face.
     
    'What was that noise?' asked the little girl still sitting quietly beside Brad.
     
    'That my dear, was the sound of the end of an era in this town and the beginning of a new one.'
     
    Back in the apartment bedroom Jason remained frozen in a morbid state of shock, hurt and numbness. He didn’t feel like himself anymore. He felt like some cold hearted, alien, psycho nutter had just stepped into his body and taken complete control. What the fuck had he just done? He thought of doing nothing now but to sit and wait for the siren crew to show up and drag his sorry arse away to his new confined cell home. Then another thought flickered through his mind. Was there still one more bullet left in the gun? It was possible. Should he do the decent thing and end it for himself here and now too? It wasn’t a bad idea.
     
    He raised the gun to his face without another moments hesitation. He opened his mouth and placed the smoking hot barrel a few inches inside, careful not to let the hot metal touch the tip of his tongue or lips. His mind went blank. There was nothing else for him to live for in this life, nothing at all. And he would be damned if he was going to spend the rest of it in a dark and miserable prison cell twiddling his bloody thumbs.
     
    Jason glanced at the body of his dead wife and baby, then at that sea of red oozing all around her, most of it from his father's bullet riddled body. Had he really done that? He found himself struggling to remember it and it had only happened a few seconds a go. Had someone else really