Rise of The Charleston Heir

Chapter 4: Mirrors

Jason gave the men a perplexed look, was it him they were addressing or someone else?

Young master. Very funny, he scoffed. 

It probably was someone else, Jason thought and continued walking. 

"Young master!" One of the men called and quickly ran up to him.

"Is it me you're talking to?" Jason asked the man in black with a bewildered look on his face.

"Yes, young master. If you'd please come with us." The man told him.

"Come with you, where?" Jason asked taking a step away from the man.

"You'll know when we get there, sir." The man replied.

Jason was about to sprint away when he bumped into another man in black.

"Get out of my way. Did Hudson pay you guys to do this? Who the hell are you people?" Jason asked, looking around, searching for a means of escape.

"Sir, we would like to avoid causing any unnecessary scenes here. Please just come with us." The first man said, his hand going to his face as he scratched in a shifty way, taking note of how passersby stopped to look at them.

"If you're so worried about causing a commotion, why don't you leave me the hell alone?" He asked, preparing to run off.

"We didn't want to do this but seeing as you are being difficult, it seems like we have no other option." The man said with resignation in his voice.

He looked at the two other men standing behind Jason and with a nod of his head they took a hold of Jason's arms.

"Fuck. Not this again!" Jason screamed and struggled out of their hold before elbowing the man closest to him.

"Young master, you're going to hurt yourself. You need to stop." The man said taking note of Jason's already broken nose, bruised face and scuffed knees.

"Whatever happens to me is none of your damn business. Now fuck off and leave me the hell alone." Jason said balling up his hands to throw another punch.

"What are you waiting for, do the needful and restrain him." The man ordered and two other men appeared from nowhere and put cuffs around Jason's arm. 

"Get these things off me!" Jason shouted, anger filled in his voice.

"We apologize, young master, but this is unavoidable." The man said and turned around walking back to the car.

"Let go of me." Jason screamed again causing people to look at them. 

The men paid him no mind and simply dragged him to the car and forced him inside the back of the car.

They were kidnapping him, but they were also treating him like a guest? 

Jason thought it was weird the respect they spoke to him with, and the caution they handled him with. 

He sat alone in the back of the car. The car had looked very expensive from the outside but the inside confirmed it. The seats were made from pure leather. 

Jason wanted to admire the car's interiors further but then the other side of the car opened and the leader sat with him and suddenly all that rage and anger returned. 

He looked out the window and saw the car had started moving, further away from the school and closer to wherever they were taking him.

"Who the hell are you people and what do you want with me?" Jason asked the man for the one millionth time.

The man exhaled deeply before going to address him. It was as if he was restrainning himself from saying something he shouldn't. 

"I apologize for the inconvenience the cuffs seem to be causing you, sir, but this is beyond my control." The man said and stared straight ahead.

"Is Hudson the one behind this? He paid you to do this, didn't he?" Jason yelled, barely holding himself from lunging at one of the men. 

"We know of no Mr. Hudson, sir."

Jason sat still shaking with anger. He had thought that the one week suspension he was given was enough to suffer because of Hudson, so why were these men here taking him to some unknown place?

And what was with the stupid talk and charade?

He thought of everyone that he had offended that could have arranged this set up. This was basically a kidnapping. Who could have done this to him? 

As far as he knew, Hudson was the only person he knew that could pull this sort of kidnapping off, in broad daylight and get away with it. Thanks to his rich daddy being the mayor.

Jason looked out the window and saw that they were heading towards the outskirts of town.

His thoughts ran wild as he observed the lonely stretch of road where they could easily kill him and dispose of him. He was thinking he'd better open the car door and  jump out of the moving vehicle when he noticed that the car was slowing down. He focused his eyes and saw that they were driving up to a very large gate.

He noticed that there were several men in black that stood before the gate, all armed and their eyes following every movement made by the car. 

He peered his head out the window and felt the wind hit his face.

After some time the car came to a stop before the gate and a man approached the car. Shortly afterwards they were let through.

The car drove up the paved road that never seemed to end. He took in the sights, from the several duplexes clustered around at one end to the environment. The bushes were trimmed, there were flowers that followed from the beginning of the road to the end. 

His eyes took in everything and he suddenly seemed out of breath when he saw the magnificent mansion standing before him when the car came to a stop. 

The house was large enough to fit in 200 of his tiny ridiculous squalor of an apartment.

The man in the car with him took off his handcuffs, there was a tinge of red on his wrists from his struggles. The car door was opened and the man ushered him out.

He flexed his wrists to get the blood running again before he stepped down.

He took in a deep breath and turned around to take it all in. There was another set of men standing guard in front of the house and he could see several more surrounding the house.

It seemed that whoever arranged for all of this was filthy rich and could have easily finished him off. So why did they bring him here?

Their leader motioned for him to follow him as he took him inside the house.

They climbed the short stairs to the creamy brown doors and he was let in. The foyer was cool, and the polished floors gleamed with an immaculate shine that made Jason think of removing his dirty shoes. 

He was in shock as he followed the man into an elevator.

Who had a private elevator installed in their house?

Jason stared mutely at everything, his eyes flying to everything and anything. 

They took the elevator from the ground floor, to what seemed to be three floors up. They approached a door after exiting the elevator.

Artworks adorned the walls on each side of Jason, and the house felt empty. It had no signs of being lived in.

The walls were white and extremely high up. The high ceilings gave off the feeling of a castle. 

The doors at the end of the hallway opened before they even got close to it, like there was someone operating it from somewhere.

He followed the man and walked in, uncertain of what awaited him. 

The marble floors he saw looked so shiny that he was sure that if he smiled, his reflection would blind him.

"This is where I leave you sir." The man said and started to go back.

"Where the hell are you going? You brought me here." Jason all but screamed at him.

Jason could practically feel his heart falling to his stomach as he pushed the door open, he took a deep breath before walking in.

He looked up and saw an eccentric looking old man. He stood tall in his dark grey suit, although Jason was taller at 6 '5, and had a razor sharp nose fixed to a wrinkling face. His eyes struck Jason though, they shined with a youth that bellied the man's age. 

The man sprung up from his chair, eyes widening in shock and changing to surprise…

He stood for some minutes before he walked towards Jason, who took a step back from the strange face.

This was not Hudson. 

The man exhaled heavily and stood before him.

He brought his hands to Jason's face before he finally spoke.

"My dear boy, you look just like your father."