Jax literally felt his knees buckle as all strength and reasoning left his legs and mind respectively.
The scenes that flashed in his mind were so cruel that he was left baffled and shuddering at the mere thought of envisioning someone display such devastatingly deadly skills and inhumane techniques.
His half awake mind could not discern just how someone could kill people in such demonic ways.
Every corpse was mutilated to the point of making it even hard to determine the exact final blow that took the life out of it before it became a corpse.
Every single one of the major arteries and veins were sliced brutally, some even had bruises all over their faces and uncovered body parts.
Such images would be considered at the level of a thousand on the one to ten scale of a fear instilling measure.
But Jax failed to notice that he actually didn't feel anything while the scenes kept shifting from one to another.
If he were to self- analyze his thoughts now, he would be definitely surprised to conclude that he was just faintly startled at the sudden yet strangely familiar scenarios.
But that doesn't prove anything here, right?
Even if these few situations felt vaguely familiar to him, that didn't mean he was the one responsible for the gruesome outcome in every one of it.
Just because he had some strange memories, that didn't mean he were one of the prominent characters in those.
The system was so capable that it could control his auditory senses, what more about showing some images.
It could be that the people who lying dead in those memories might not even have a single connection to him.
Thinking up to this point, Jax strongly believed that it was just another one of Nexus's tricks.
Gosh. This system could be so manipulative!!!
However, just when he was about to completely shake off all the images from his mind, one more memory popped up in his subconscious.
Unlike the few different yet weirdly similar images from earlier, this memory started to play like a broken video before his eyes.
In it, he saw himself holding a long, double edged, curved sword while walking toward something or someone in determined yet slow steps.
Slow because, the ground was flooded with water from the endless rain that was pouring down from the dark sky.
For Jax, it just felt like he was trying and reliving a disturbing dream which had the power to make one go sleepless from the eerie gloominess depicted in it.
The images shuffled from one scene to another so abruptly that Jax found it hard to keep up with the flow of events.
In those set of consecutive images, everything seemed very dark and almost blurry, making it hard to believe that it actually happened and not some staged or manipulated memory.
This subconsciously made him think that the system was resorting to new tricks and upping its sick game further.
For Jax, Nexus was desperately trying to make him struggle to distinguish between real and fake memories, so that it can disturb his mindset and lure him into its well thought out trap.
The images continued shuffling from the sword in his hand to the focal point he walking toward. And this solidified his doubts.
But, as if slapping his over thinking habit to shame, the images slowly yet surely got clear after a few seconds and the 'thing' he was walking toward in it took a vague shape of a human's silhouette.
Someone was tied to a pole, and were left to be drenched in this rain ruthlessly.
And, seeing it oddly fuelled some unknown emotion in his being that he momentarily caught himself being more interested in knowing who it was.
Soon, he was able to identify the person as a female from the long but ragged white gown she was wearing. The wet dress clung to her petite body.
From the way her dress was tattered so badly, with mud and blood stains all over it and her head that was hanging low, her jaw almost touching her chest, it was clear that she was tortured so badly.
The fresh and old wounds, that had started forming scabs or already turned into bluish to purplish bruises on her fair skin here and there, were another form of confirmation to the misfortune that befell upon her.
And then, Jax saw her lift her head slowly, and found a pair of piercing dark brown eyes staring intently into his, as if she knew what he was going to do to her and that she did not have any intentions to protest or plead for him to show her some mercy.
She looked like someone who braced herself for her upcoming demise while staring at the executioner himself dead in the eyes.
However, he felt an odd feeling crept up his spine as he continued to look into her eyes.
Her eyes were talking to his. She was saying something to him with the way her dark brown eyes darkened to the point of turning almost black. If it was even possible.
Before he could comprehend the meaning behind that look, he saw a sword swiftly saying hello to her heart, stabbing her to death with one clean move.
But, Jax didn't hear a single cry coming out of her mouth when the sword dug into her chest, ripping through her heart before drawing out blood quickly.
Warm blood spurt onto his clothes and face as he drove the knife mercilessly into the most vital organ of her body.
Jax saw the hands of the sword holder, which were obviously his, twist the weapon abruptly, as if to ensure the kill. Even so, she still wasn't making a single sound.
Her eyes didn't even waver the whole time before slowly dropping to her chest.
Just like that, once again her head fell to her chest before staying completely motionless, as life left her in rapid yet shallow breaths while she watched her own heart pumping blood out of her body.
Just like that, she breathed her last as blood dyed her dirtied clothes in red, leaving Jax utterly shocked.
It felt so real!