THE WATCHER: REVOLUTION
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 27: The Broken Reflection
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They stared at each other—two Jaxes.
Same bone structure. Same fire behind the eyes.
But the one that stepped out of the shattered memory column wasn't just older. He was ruined. Scarred. Unsmiling.
A phantom built from pain and all the choices Jax hadn't made… yet.
> "I used to be you," the Broken Jax said softly, circling him.
> "No," Jax growled. "You're a mistake."
The man laughed, low and hollow.
> "That's what they said about you, too. Before they realized they couldn't kill you. So they stored you. Over and over. In vaults like this one. And me?"
He paused.
> "I was the only one who fought my way out."
Alira stepped forward, body tense, her glowing veins reacting violently.
> "He's unstable," she whispered to Jax. "He's what the Omega Seed becomes when it feeds on grief for too long."
Broken Jax turned to her slowly.
> "Alira. You were beautiful… once."
A flash of pain crossed her face. Jax moved instinctively between them.
> "What do you want?" Jax asked.
The man's expression darkened.
> "To finish what we started. Burn them all. And you're the only piece left in my way."
Suddenly, his body blurred—movement faster than thought.
He slammed into Jax, sending him flying into the vault wall.
Pain exploded in Jax's back, but he forced himself up.
> "You think killing me will make you whole?" he spat.
> "No," the man said, charging forward again, "but it'll silence the last echo of who I used to be."
Their fists collided in a storm of power.
Memory glass shattered around them, leaking voices, screams, fragments of a hundred lifetimes.
> "You're not real!" Jax yelled, grappling with him.
> "Neither are you," the Broken one hissed.
Jax surged forward, glyphs on his skin pulsing with fury.
> "I don't care what they turned us into. I'm not becoming you."
With a roar, he drove his elbow into the man's gut, slammed him into the column behind—and for a second, the older version flickered. Glitched.
> "This… is not over…" he whispered.
And then—vanished.
No explosion.
No scream.
Just gone.
Jax stood there, panting, hands shaking.
Alira touched his shoulder.
> "He wasn't a ghost," she said. "He was a warning."
Jax nodded slowly, eyes heavy with realization.
> "If I let the Seed consume me… I become him."
> "Then we keep fighting," Alira whispered. "Not just against them—but against the part of you they tried to program."
Jax looked back at the cracked column. His own face still lingered in the reflection—haunted, but defiant.
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🌑 To be continued…
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