Luck of the Draw

Chapter 1

It all started with a bang....where it was finr at first....but oh how it fell to shit...

Roger popped a joy and rubbed his eyes. He looked over at the empty spot in his bed and sighed. "When will you come home, James?" He got up and went to the bathroom to start his morning. The orange haired man had high hopes that his boyfriend would come home. He was in belief James was just in garden district.

Oh how morbid it really was.  To accept that fact. The war stripping you into insanity. It took people with it. Taking everything and everyone in its path.

Roger had finished up in the loo and got his mask on. He felt wrong though. The man clutched his chest and gave a few shaky breaths. He closed his eyes and sighed before going up to see Faraday. He was on a strong joy dosage from just how bad things escalated.

He knocked on the door before entering. "Faraday?" He asked in a soft tone. "Hello, Roger." She smiled at him, knowing his medical records were not good. The scientist knew something he didn't though. So she made damn sure to watch herself. "Do you need me to go into the garden district today?" He said in hopes of finding James there. Faraday gave a sad smile and shook her head. "Not today, Roger. But you can go into town and do some much needed shopping if youd like." She pulled out a list and he took it. "I can do that!" He said with derermination before trotting out. Faraday frowned and covered her face with one hand as tears silently rolled down.

Roger trotted throughout the town to find the shop. He was forbidden to enter the garden district or even cross bridges. The man went into a shop and handed the list to the man behind the counter. "One moment!" The man said as he grabbed a crate and started to fill it.

The world goes dark once they take it all away from you. They don't care how it effects though. Its worse then plague. It takes your breath away....

Roger took the crate back home and set it down. He didn't see Faraday and huffed. "Not even a thank you note too..." He pouted and noticed a sticky note. 'At Haworth Labs, food in fridge. - Helen'. Roger crumpled the note and threw it across the room. "She gets to move freely! So why the fuck can't I?!" He started to hyperventilate and slowly dropped to his knees.

There was a loud bloodcurtling screech as the sparks flew. "There is no way that will pass..." Faraday said as she looked in horror. "Oh yes then you can explain the corpse that was devoured to him." Verloc hissed at her. Faraday sighed and frowned.

You wont know what you had until it is ripped away. Pried off of your body. And never to be seen again....

Roger clenched his chest as he hyperventilated. "Sir?!" Constable Winston rushed over and pulled him into his arms. Winston had his orders but was in the dark. The bobby knew that Roger needed to be kept safe though. "Shh, breathe, deep breaths." Winston gently rubbed his back as he held him close. Roger felt his breathing normalize and was trembling badly. Winston pulled out a canteen of pure water and let the man drink. Roger pushed it away and coughed once hed had enough. "Itll be alright." Winston reassured as he set the container on a table. Roger sniffled and hugged onto the bobby.

"We can't delay longer!" Verloc snapped at the woman. "Hes not James!!! You can't just put him into that false-" Faraday was given a small shock and collapsed. "Let's get this show on the road." Verloc smiled as he opened the door.

(643 words. Woot!! EccentricMethod is the owner of the cutie pie, Winston.  the_og_gridlock Pure_Fandom_Trash Thicc_Boi_Soldiers Irl_Verloc figured yall might like this)