Jackson Cade.
The officer sits in front of a mirror, checking himself over, the words of his father ringing in his ears. “I have to find Joey. But I know you like that he’s gone, don’t you?” He cranes his neck towards a single photo taped to the wall next to him. A photo of Jasper Redgrave, one taken from his time in Olympus.
“Because it hurts me, it fucking kills me knowing he’s not safe, knowing that his absence is tearing up my life!” He pauses, beginning to slowly undress. “But the reason why you want to torment me is clear as day, isn’t it? You want to further your art pieces, to create your magnum opus through a little eagle like me.”
Slowly his shirt falls away, revealing what hides beneath his uniform to our eyes.
Scars.
Deep, jagged, horrific scars that litter his skin in a grotesque pattern. Jackson caresses his old wounds, running his fingers across the mended flesh. “For months you treated me like your sick little canvas, painting me with vicious strokes and chiseling away at me until you could form a monument for your artistic pleasures.” He turns his back towards the mirror, sneering as a uniform rows of healed piercings litter his spine.
“You made me your masterpiece, but there’s something about me that isn’t quite like your other victims, isn’t there? No matter how much you chiseled away at my skin and sculpted the hell around me, you never killed me. I’m unfinished.” Cade begins to pull his shirt back up, buttoning it as he turns back to the mirror. “And I think it’s because you know you can’t. Try as you might, you can’t bring yourself to put a bullet in my head or my heart in a box because nothing you could do would ever satisfy you.”
Cade begins to chuckle a bit, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “So you have to leave me unfinished, a haunting reminder of the perfect portrait you could never paint. Every time you see my face you want to torment me, to go back to work on the masterpiece that you can only see in your mind and could never feel in your hands. It kills you, doesn’t it? Knowing that your vision will never be complete?”
Jackson leans over his sink, ripping the photo of Jasper from the wall. “I’m not like you though, Jasper. I don’t leave things unfinished. Just like when I hunted you down to your gallery, just like when I dropped from the angel. Nothing is going to stop me from doing what I set out to do.”
“At NXT Level, I’m going to show you the brutality you deserved a year ago when we first fought. And once I leave you bloodied on the mat?”
He drops the photograph into a nearby trash can, shutting the lid as he does.
“I’m going to go and finish what I started. I’m going to find Joey, I’m going to snuff out Attano. No one is above the Law.”
Cade walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
“And I am the Law.”