Jason's story

A look to the past

Hi, I am Sebastian...no, no, no, no...I..I... I mean I am Jason. Gosh, I can't believe I messed up on my own name....granted it is a name I have not been allowed to use in five years but still. Anywho, I am the youngest of seven children, all of whom are boys. There are my elder brothers Scott, John, Virgil, then my older brothers Gordon, and Alan. Then there is my identical (Slightly older ) twin brother Jackson. (AN: the elder means that those three are much older; the older part means that Gorden and Alan are not much older than the twins. I hoped that cleared it up for anyone who got lost. and Back to the story)

Now you might be thinking how does one survive in a home of boys...well my answer is...I don't really know as that is not how I have lived in some years, not since I was eight years old but I will forever remember how loving and caring my big brothers are. I remember this one time when Jackson and I were little a big thunderstorm came after we had gone to bed. Both of us jumped awake and started crying cause of the thunder and lightning. Our brothers heard us and came running into our bedroom. Scott picked up Jackson and me and held us close while telling us they would never leave because we are brothers. "Brothers don't leave Brothers" John told us. Virgil taught Jackson and me how to paint and let our pent-up energy or emotions out in a creative manner. Gordon taught us how to swim and pull pranks, but more than that he was our protector at school. There was this one time when a kid was making fun of Jackson and me cause of us being twins, when out of nowhere here comes Gordon ready to punch the dude in the nose. Alan our immediate older brother showed me that no matter how far away we are from each other that brothers will always come first. Alan has been going to boarding schools since Jackson and I were little. Alan told us that when he got the call that I was in the hospital from almost being killed by an enemy of our dad, that he had a flight booked and was boarding so he could see me without even talking to our dad. Lastly, there is my twin my better half the only person in the whole world who I can be myself. Jackson has been there for me through thick and thin, Jackson once talked me down from a panic attack in the middle of class he did not care at all about what the other kids were saying. I miss them so much.

Now One thing you may have noticed is that our last name is Tracey well we are the  sons of Jeff Tracey. Though a lot of people know us as the Thunderbirds, International Rescue, or just simply IR. Now you also might be thinking well why have I not heard of the two youngest then. Well, the reason is that when my twin and I turned 8 I was abducted from our home. Since that awful day, my twin disappeared from the media's view, completely. Our older brothers keep him on our island most of the time.

The day it happened Jackson and me were out swimming, Gordon was with us teaching us how to use his scuba gear correctly when a big black boat shot me down and took me. This happened five years ago, I am now thirteen years old, my abductors sold me to a couple who bought me off the black market so they could have an heir to their company.

Over the years I have been given many things, 'privileges' which are just basic human rights really. Having a bed to sleep in, clothes on my back, even going to school, are all things I have 'earned' over these five years. I cannot understand why someone would do this kind of stuff to a living breathing person. I am a person my name is Jason Tracey, I do not belong to these...these monsters.

The one thing I am never allowed to have, touch, be around is the internet. My "parents" are afraid I will find a way to contact my brothers, so they can rescue me from this place. One time I tried to email my eldest brother from the computer at school, my teacher caught me and told my 'Parents' let's just say they were not happy. I have tried writing letters or postcards heck I even tried to send John our emergency code, but every fricking time these monsters catch me. I have stopped trying cause the punishment for trying to contact my brothers is way too bad for me to try again.

(beep... beep... beep) Oh look the day has started well let's go and see what today brings. I need to get up and finish packing before 'Mother' walks in... if I don't finish let's just say I will be in a ton of pain. I hope she missed her alarm this morning so I have extra time to cram this stuff in. Running around my room almost like a headless chicken, I packed all my stuff and got ready for my school uniform.

I am running out of hope in finding my brothers. I wish that I could just talk to them for an hour just to tell them I am alive. I miss them so much it hurts. The thing that hurts the most is not having my twin with me. A teacher at my old school told us(the class) that if twins are separated before their twin bond strengthens all the way then both twins could die of a broken heart. I know I get sick super easily and I cannot be left alone cause of my separation anxiety I just cannot imagine how much worse it is for my brother right now. I wonder if he even remembers me or has any pictures of me. Maybe when I get to school I can try to contact them I mean my 'Parents' won't be able to monitor me 24/7 while I am at school so it should work.