Nuclear Links

Scarred

(Author's Note: I'm so sorry. ;-; I've been caught up in personal matters, mostly revolving around school. To compensate, I've written more than usual!)

 A puff of smoke escaped his lips. Leaning against the brick wall, the sky was getting gradually darker. There was no sunset, really. Just a foggy sky that continued to fade to black. Holding the cigarette in his left hand, he sighed to himself. This wasn't an unsual way to spend the evening. After all, Seamus was always bitching at him. Alone time was the best time. Or, at least, that's what James thought. He looked down at his collared shirt. He tried his best to look nice, really. Right now, his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder. The tie was loose, and his shirt had two buttons undone. Looking further down, he saw the bruises on his hands. They were turning a yellow-green, at least a few days old.

 "So, are you going to stay out here forever? They're serving dinner." A voice suddenly said. Giving a yelp, James turned. Dan stood there, in similar attire. Dan recently became in charge of business decisions and public affairs. He was pretty important, but... Well, he was the same old Dan that James met all those years ago. "Uh... Nah, I'll stay out here for a while more. You know. Smoke break." James responded. "You've been out here for an hour, and your work shift is over." James froze. The words chilled him, as they were said with a certain edge. "Sorry. I just need to be alone." Dan nodded, and began to walk away. Before rounding his way around a corner, he looked back. "By the way, I suggest that you check up on your... boyfriend. He's been a mess."

 Dan was gone, but James felt like shouting after him anyway. He didn't get it. He didn't understand. Seamus was always a mess. He always needed to be reassured, kept out of trouble. It was a pain in the ass, and recently... he's just been giving up. Seamus was fine before he met James, he'll be fine after. Right? The thought echoed in his head, but a dark, nagging voice began gnawing at his thoughts.

 You've known Seamus since you were kids. You grew up together. He doesn't know a life without you, and you don't know a life without him. If you leave, he'll be a mess. If he leaves you instead, you'll be a mess. You know that. What are you without him? Nothing. Worthless. You don't even contribute the the group as much as the other guys. Biology? Money management? Don't get ahead of yourself.

 He dismissed the thought, although true. Looking down at his smoky friend, he threw it to the ground and proceeded to crush it under his boot. He was done here. After all, he promised to talk to Kootra today. They had something... planned. It was productive, and he would be able to think clearly now. No distractions. None. Walking the way that Dan went, he entered the building silently. He went through the usual routines: taking out his card, fingerprint scan, etc. They were normal procedures.

 Walking through the brightly colored hallways, he navigated throughout the building. Fuck Kootra for having such a far office. It was pratically on the other side of the building- which was pretty huge. Getting annoyed by just the simple task of walking, when he finally got to Kootra's office, he was pissed. Opening the door, he was about to start yelling, when he saw Monica on the desk. Naked. Being furiously fucked by Jordan.

 He closed that door really fast.

 James walked down the hall and made a turn, now headed to his room. Fuck this shit. He could talk to Jordan later, he wasn't going to deal. At a fast pace, he approaced his room. There was a gold plate next to it stating his name, and the door itself was covered in posters. Reaching into his pocket, James took out a key. Quickly putting it in the keyhole and turning the knob, he burst into his room. Fuck. That. Noise. Seriously- Jordan knew that he was going over. Was now a good time for sex? Well, any time was good for it... but it still pissed him off. He closed the door and turned around. He almost had a heart attack... He wasn't the only one in the room.