Chapter 7: The Journey

Jason sat on his bed, he was wearing a thick, white coat with fur around the hood. Blue jeans and black snow boots. Sitting next to him was a large, brown rucksack containing the neccesary supplies he needed for his journey. Such as food, a canteen containing water and medical supplies.

He was lost in his own thoughts, he was thinking about what might've changed over the years. Maybe the staff at his mansion were happy without him and his parents there, maybe Peter had new friends and wouldn't care if he came home. And maybe Erica had met somebody. Jason quickly shook away those thoughts and remembered the task at hand, someone had hired the East Siders to blow up his jet and kill his parents. Jason had to find out who wanted to kill him and his parents and why.

Jason snapped back to reality after hearing a knock at the door. He glance up and saw He-Ping standing in the doorway, holding his right wrist with his left hand.

"Are you ready to go Jason?" asked He-Ping sternly, Jason nodded his head. He then grabbed his rucksack and held it over his left shoulder. He then approached He-Ping and used his right arm to pull the old man into an embrace, which caught He-Ping off guard a little.

"I can't thank enough for all you've done for me, you took me in when you didn't know who I was and trained me in martial arts. I am forever greatful Master." He-Ping smiled warmly.

"There is no need to thank me." he replied, Jason broke the embrace and looked into He-Ping's eyes. The old monk then placed his right hand on Jason's left shoulder.

"Good luck Jason." Jason smiled and nodded.

Jason walked out of the room before he turned to his right and walked down the hallway, as he wondered down the stone corridors he took one last look at the halls. 9 years he's lived here and now he was leaving, it saddened him.

Jason eventually reached the courtyard, he was then approached by a monk who was holding a rolled up piece of paper in his right hand.

"Take this." he said as handed Jason the rolled up paper, he withdrew his hand once Jason took it.

Jason un-rolled the paper revealing it to be a map of Asia, on the map a trail of lines that ran through China and led to a cross where Hong Kong was.

"Travel to Hong Kong and go to the docks. Look for a man named Jackie, he has agreed to take you home." he said, Jason rolled up the map and put it in his rucksack and then he smiled at the monk.

"Thank you." he said, the monk merely smile and bowed.

Jason walked across the courtyard and exited the temple grounds. He made his way down the thousands of steps, after what felt like hours Jason had finally arrived at the bottom.

Jason looked up the mountain and stared at the temple one last time, he looked down with a sad expression on his face and then he turned around and begun his journey. Jason's journey was a long and exhausting one, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

Jason traveled across China for what seemed like forever, his supplies ran out quickly and he was out of money to buy more. Jason began to doubt if he'd ever make it to Hong Kong alive.

But the thing that kept him going was the thought of seeing his loved ones again, Peter his best friend, Bernard the butler and the man who cared for him while his parents worked and Erica, the girl he loved. He wanted to see her again more than anything, he wanted to look into her beautiful hazel eyes again. But the thing that kept him going to most was his determination to find whoever killed his parents and tried to kill him.

Jason finally arrived at the city of Hong Kong, he let out a sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was find Jackie at the docks, he spotted an elderly man sitting on a bench reading a newspaper, Jason approached him.

"Excuse me." said Jason, the old man lowered his newspaper.

He looked like he was in 60's, he had stringy white hair, a severly wrinkled face and he had quite a few liverspots. Jason could tell he had a skinny and frail build, he was wearing a yellow, buttoned shirt, grey slacks with a brown leather belt fastened to his waist and brown shoes. The old man stared up at Jason with his hazel eyes.

"Yes?" he asked

"Do you know where I can find the docks?" asked Jason politely

"Just travel north through the city, you can't miss it." he replied, Jason gave the old man a smile and said "Thank you."

Jason travelled north through the city like the old man said and after half an hour he had arrived at the docks. He looked around hoping to spot this 'Jackie' character but the monks failed to tell him what he looked like.

Jason's eyes darted across the docks and he fixed his gaze on a man sitting on a wooden crate. He was broad-shoulder and had a defined muscular build, he had shoulder length black hair and black eyes. He had a thin, black moustache above his lip and he was wearing a black vest, blue jeans, white sneakers, a golden chain around his neck and a white hat atop his head. His most noticable feature was the black dragon tattoo on his left arm.

Jason walked over to the man, when he spotted Jason walking over to him he stood up from the crate. Jason stopped in front of the man and looked into his eyes.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a man named Jackie." he said

"Does he owe you money?" asked the man, Jason shook his head.


"Then you're standing right in front of him." replied Jackie, Jason let out a sigh of relief.

"I've finally found you, the monks sent me to find you." Jackie arched an eyebrow.

"Hold up, you're the kid they sent?" he asked, Jason nodded.

"Well it's about time, I've coming here everyday for the past 6 months waiting for you."

"Well forgive me for taking too long getting here all the way from Tibet." said Jason sarcastically

"Alright, alright I'm sorry. I'm just going through some things right now." apologised Jackie, Jason exhaled nasally.

"You and me both chief." replied Jason softly

"Come on kid, let's go." said Jackie, he then turned around and led Jason towards his boat. It was a large, white Cabin Cruiser but something caught Jason's eye. On the side of the boat were two, black, capital B's joined together. Jason's eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't seen that symbol in 9 years. That was the symbol of Blackburn Internationals.

Jackie untied the boat from the dock and climbed into the cabin, Jason snapped back to reality and climbed inside too. Jackie started the motor and the boat sped across the water, Jason was a bit surprised by its speed. It was far faster than a regular cabin cruiser but then again it was his father's design.

"So what's your name?" asked Jackie, Jason turned around facing him.

"Blackburn, Jason Blackburn." Jackie's eyes widened in shock and his jaw fell open.

"As in, son of Robert Blackburn?" Jason nodded his head.

"Oh shit! I heard you were dead!" exclaimed Jackie

"Well I'm not." replied Jason

"So, where do you want me to take you?" asked Jackie

"My home, Pride City," Jason then turned around and stared out of the window "I've got buisness to take care of."