The Beginning of The End ( NovaHD )

Chapter 7

James' POV*
I woke up, drowsy from sleep. I didn't bother to open my eyes. I just laid there, eyes closed, but aware of my surroundings. I almost drifted back into a slumber when I heard my door slightly creak open. I still didn't want to open my eyes, so I continued to lay there. There probably filming me sleeping, or pulling a prank on me or some shit, I thought. But then, I felt the right side of my bed dip down. Is someone laying next to me?

I slowly opened my eyes and looked over to see Aleks laying in my bed. He was on his side, looking at me. His eyes were a deep brown. Beautiful. He gave me a worried look.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He asked in a worried tone. I smiled at him.
"No Aleks, your fine. I'm just wondering what your doing in my bed," I said in a sleepy voice, giving him a weird look. He looked away for a second, but then looked back up at me.

"I had a nightmare. But it seemed so real. I- I thought it was real James," he stuttered. A tear came from his eyes and he wiped it away. I gave him another smile, and he smiled back which made me feel better.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked. He slowly nodded his head. He slowly sat up, back against my headboard. I did the same, and listened to his story.

Aleks' POV *
I'm running through a city. I don't know why I'm here and I don't know where I am. I continued to run until I reached a building that looked like a convenient store. I heard footsteps behind me, and I quickly turned to find James panting beside me. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"Let's go to the roof to get a better idea of the area we're in," he huffed, pointing to a staircase that led up. I noticed James' shirt and pants were ripped in places. He had a cut on his cheek that left a bruise. There was an assault rifle strapped to his back and a machete in a strap on his waist.

I looked down and I had some rips on my clothes as well. I felt my face and felt a cut. I traced it from the corner of my lip to my eyebrow. I flinched when I traced it again. It didn't hurt, it just felt weird to touch.

I felt a weight on my back and reached over my shoulder. I pulled a katana from a case that was strapped to my back. The handle was red, and I could tell it was really sharp from the sound it made when I touched the tip. I put it back and put my hand to my sides. Something poked me. I lifted up my shirt a little to reveal a big knife and 4 small knifes in a strap on my waist.

"Aleks you alright buddy?" James asked with worry in his voice. I looked up at him and nodded my head.
"Ok good. Let's go to the roof. We have to make su-" a loud gunshot interrupted his sentence. James looked up at me, fear in his eyes as he stumbled back onto a wall. He was clutching his stomach, that's when I noticed blood. I ran to his side.

He was breathing rapidly. I put pressure on his wound, making him yell in pain.
" James listen to me," I said, starting to cry.
"You need to calm down. I'll go find something to bandage you up." I started to get up but he grabbed my hand. He shook his head.
"No Aleks. S-stay here w-with me," he stuttered out, having a hard time breathing.

I kneeled down next to him.
"James I'm getting you something to help you. Let me help you!" I said, tears pouring from my eyes.
"There is n-nothing you c-can do. Just p-promise me you will f-find the others. I don't want you to worry about me anymore. I don't want you die worrying about me Aleks." I knew he was right, but how could I forget James? We've been through everything together. I just nodded at him.

He started to cry too. He looked up at me with his brown eyes. I never would forget those eyes. They were too beautiful to forget. He smiled at me, and I weakly smiled back, trying to hold back tears.

"I l-lo..." He couldn't finish his sentence. His eyes slowly closed and his breathing slowed too. He finally let out one big breath, and I knew he was gone. I started to cry, scream, punch the wall, and kicked some things in the store. I sat beside him, where his body rested on a wall, siting up. I put my arm around his shoulders and rested my head on his chest.
"What am I going to do without you James? I need you to be alive. Why you?" I whispered into his shirt, my tears drenching his plaid shirt.

I slowly started to fall asleep. All at one, I drifted away, right back into reality.

I jolted awake, tears running down my face. I looked around to see I was in my room.
"James," I whispered, and got up. I needed to see if he was ok.

James' POV*
Halfway through the story, he started to cry. I knew that he felt horrible. Why did the Purge have to do this to him? He continued his story until the end. When he finished, he looked back up at me, tears still running down his face.

He gave me a small smile and slowly got up. He started walking toward my door, but I stopped him.
"Aleksandr," I said in a stern voice. He stopped in the middle of my room and turned to face me.
"I'm not going anywhere. You remember that." He smiled at me which made me feel a lot better. I smiled back.
"I hope not. I'd get lost without you buddy," he said, and exited my room.

I didn't even notice I was blushing. Don't worry Aleks. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon. And if I do, I'll find my way back to you. I promise.

Thanks for reading guys! Let me know if you have any ideas for any of the upcoming chapters! Love you all!! -Michaela :D