The flickering light was swinging back and forth. Avery opened her eyes grudgingly. A deep, threatening voice spoke. "why are you trying to win this war?" Avery replied, groggily " 'Coz its the right thing to do," The man hit his fist down hard on the table. The noise rang out in the echoey room. "I WANT ANSWERS!" the man yelled, a vein throbbing in his temple. "got a bit of a temper haven't you, mate." "Don't give me cheek, missy. and I'm not your mate, mate." he looked angrily at her for a few minutes then sighed. "If I'm not getting anything from her then we'll question the boy." "Take her away and bring the boy!" he shouted at a man in shadows. the corner man nodded, pulled Avery from her chair and pushed her out of the room.
The metal door swung open. James looked up glumly. "Up," the corner man said briskly to Jamie while pushing Avery into the room roughly. she fell to the floor. James looked despairingly at Avery and sighed.
"Right, boy!" James was being yelled at by the interrogator. "I want answers!" "one: i have a name. two. i want answers too," James said. "I haven't been told anything except that I'm 12, that i didn't have a name and that i have to fight in a war for some reason because of a prophecy and that some how i climbed through a giant floating orb." "Wow." the man looked very surprised "you haven't been told anything. Let him go. he's useless." "C-can you let Avery go with me?" James asked.
"Sure, sure. whatever." the man waved them away. "also, don't go back to the ASB"
"Who is that." James asked.
"A team of evil, supreme beings in the form of women." "They won't help you win the war."
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
ActionThis is kind of related to x-men. Title is from the Wilfred Owen war poem: Dulce et decorum est
