The Identity
"Bourne! And you are Sarah Bourne?" The man asked, half filled with joy and half filled with sorrow because Taylor Bourne was his close friend, if not his best friend, who kept telling him about his little daughter and son – about Sarah and Jason – with promises that one day he would introduce them to him.
"Yes sir." Her little voice squeaked while she nodded briefly and could not yet tell why the man embraced her, adding his emotions to it before saying his name.
"I am Jack, I will look after you from now on!" He almost whimpered.
The military vehicle was still at high speed as Jason talked with the old Dolly Simple Parton, but was still against her touching the baby he was carrying because he felt that was all he had left.
"You are going to be a strong and a great man, Jason, but you have to trust me on this that you will need more than yourself to conquer your enemy." Dolly said to spur him to trust her.
"I do not need anyone, Dolly, I will kill him all by myself, just as he killed my sister!" He replied still with anger, but was not looking at the old woman.
"Yes, you do. Do you want to just kill him or make him suffer?"
"Both!" he exclaimed.
"You replied correctly. I have made my enemies pay in a deadly way and now I will teach you all you need to know to make Zod both suffer and die!" She rumbled for the first time and the sound of her voice made him look up to really see the face of the old woman whom he believed to have just impressed him with something he needed to hear.
His slight grumpy face when he looked at her made her wonder what he was thinking until he opened his mouth to show his inquisitiveness. "How did you get to know his name if you are not one of them and how do you intend to teach me anything with this feeble nature of yours?" He asked in a brash manner.
"My appearance may be old and feeble, but my brain isn't. Boy, I will make you fearless and unconquerable if you are humble enough to learn all I have to teach you. And to clear your doubts, I would not be here with you if I were to be one of them, so, try not to be too quick to judge. Got it!" She exclaimed in a rather threatening manner than friendly.
"Get a life, I am already fearless! And I needed no one to tell me otherwise about what I thought at the time. I am not stupid to know that he must have sent you her to get some information about me to be used against me and you are doing exactly that!" He rumbled on, squeezing his face discontinuously.
"Fearless but not unconquerable. Jason, you have to stop assuming things from now and start learning how to trust your guts. For your information, I just had my only friend murdered right in front of me when we were both on that train. I never panicked, neither did I let you know about it until now. The best way to take revenge is to look weak." She uttered in discontent as she threw her face away from him in sorrow.
"Sorry for your loss, but then, I wouldn't want to look weak, besides, I am young and full of strength. Obviously, your old looks qualify you to be weak, so you can go ahead and look weak. But I will kill him the second I get the chance to do so." He smirked the minute he was done talking.
She narrowly looked at him for a couple of minutes and knew he was naive, and so rasped, "you have no idea how vile you are becoming."
When she said that, he looked up immediately with a broken heart, almost feeling disappointed in himself to have earned such an ugly reputation because he knew how lovely he was before now, so he replied with a whimpering sound down his throat, "That is not true, Dolly. I can still hear my mom's voice telling me I will grow up to be a very kind and renowned man like my dad, even though she is late."
"I'm sorry about that. Sorry for coming so hard on you, I didn't mean to say that." She apologized and would have touched him with the palm of her right hand, but he shifted his face backwards with a disgustful look in his eyes.
"Now you know that no one grows beyond being judgmental." He rumbled to counter the word she said when she accused him of being quick to judge.
"If you say so, tell me, how did she die?" She asked.
"That's none of your business, is it?" He replied harshly, with eyes wide opened in anger.
"There he goes again." She retrenched, trying to make him see how vile he was still sounding. And when she made those comments, he reflected on his mode of speech and how bad his attitude had been. He needed no further convictions before opening up in a friendly way.
"Okay fine! I do not like talking about my mom to anyone else, but for the sake of this conversation, she died of cancer and that was two years ago and in a month's time, it's going to be three years." He sputtered sadly.
"Now I really see reasons why you have this great wrath in your spirit. And it is okay if you do, because that will be the spark you need to take your revenge." She sympathized and afterwards kept silent.
"You still have not told me how you got to know his name." He said to bring her back to the question he asked earlier because he wanted to find a way to trust her but still had doubts based on how much he felt she knew about his enemy's identity.
"Oh! You mean Zod? She exclaimed.
He lifted the right side of his eyebrows and glanced at her with a slight inquisitive look in his eyes "Yes, Dolly, you earlier mentioned his name, so I was wondering?"
"Oh, come on, he is…"
[back door opening]
"These ones too!" the soldier in uniform ranted the second he opened the back door of the van Jason and Dolly were in, causing her to cease from continuing her speech.
"Fire!" stormed the voice of another soldier afar off who was definitely a ranked officer.