Four years later
"Our first mission! Can you believe it James! And it'll be so easy. Just save some guy, from some old school where he's held captive, and presto, Done!" Even though I sound excited I'm scared as hell.
"Uh, ya, yay!"
"Jay are you ok?.. James?"
Something's wrong.
"Are you ok. Come on, face me?!"
When I turn him around he avoids my gaze. Now something's really wrong. In the four years I've known James he's never avoided my gaze, or been anything more than a cocky arrogant and stupidly stubborn, Boy!
When I get him to stop flinching every time I try to hold his gaze, I see his usually white up kept hair is ruffled, his warrior outfit is no longer straighter than a pin, his commonly polished weapons are uncommonly unpolished. And he's slouching lazily. I wonder where the cocky, so sure, handsome, British boy went tonight? To the boy that has had my back for eleven years?
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That night as we were about to get out with the our... Savee, I guess? James turns around blast me off into, only god and apparently him, knows where, and beheads the savee. By the time I recover and have help, he has flown off, seen my betrayal, and set a magic powered ice hurricane lose on the entire town. Throwing me once again out of the air my wings were somehow keeping me on. Crashing me into a nearby forest. As I was fighting for consciousness, (I wasn't sure at the time if it was a dream or not.) He steps out, and I realize how vulnerable I am to a killer, and my partner. "D... o... n 't." Man, I sound weak in my own ears, even with the huge spots swimming my vision. "Oh, I don't plan to rape you if that's what you mean." Just the vile sound in his voice is almost enough to make me sick. Then, he starts to beat me. Everywhere, but where it would do the worst damage, permanent damage, or weaken me horribly. All of which he knows.
