Luck of the Draw

Chapter 2

What is presumed as real might just be an illusion of the mind....

The screeching man was heavily sedated and put into a crate. It was simpler then carrying an unconcious man over a bridge. "We have less then 2 hours to get him back." Faraday said as the bobby set the crate on a wagon and pulled the handle. Verloc was happy at the progress. He watched as the scientist was escorted off.

Roger was reading a book in bed. He let out a sigh and rolled over. "Mmf..." He dropped the book on the floor and looked at Winston do paperwork. "You came early today." Roger said as he rolled back on his tummy. Winston stayed silent as he wrote on a document. "Im not a child you know, I don't need a bobby." Roger huffed at him. "My instructions are being followed." He said as he didn't pull his eyes from the paper.

Faraday and the constable opened the crate outdoors. The bobby picked up the unconcious "man" and they walked inside. "Roger! Winston! I'm home!" Faraday announced as she walked inside. Roger stood up and walked over to them. "What did you even need at the l...a...b..." He stared at James and his eyes widened. The bobby lay the man down on the bed and Roger burst into tears as he hugged him. "JAMES!!! OH! JAMES!!!!" Roger cried his heart out as he held his presumed love close. "M-my j-james!!!" He cried out as he held him tightly. Faraday felt a wave of guilt but just kept her composure.

The past is nothing like the future. But we cannot move to the future without remembering our past. For it will never be changed....

James shook his head and opened his eyes. His vision was a blur but coming to him. Roger smiled at him with tears still pouring down his cheeks. "Oh my god, James....how I've missed you...." Roger went to kiss his lover but James flinched. "Sorry! I should slow down..." Roger said sheepishly as james examined his surroundings. Faraday was terrified of the worst. Constable Taylor put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

We cannot bring back the dead. But we can warp the killer to our desire....

"Where were you?!" Roger asked worridly as James stared at him. James growled at him and pinned him down. Rogers eyes widened in shock. Faraday ripped the electric baton from Winstons belt and shocked James. James screeched as the shock ran through his body. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!?" Roger screeched as his lover collapsed off the bed. "He was going to hurt you!!" She screamed at him. The bobbies looked at each other in concern.

Roger pulled James back onto the bed and held him close. "That fucking bitch..." He muttered as James groaned in pain. "Are you ok, James?" Roger asked worridly to his lover. "Mmmf..." James managed to let out a low groan and looked up at him in pain. "My poor baby...." Roger held him close. "She's a wicked fucking bitch woman..." Roger huffed.

Faraday immediately got on the phone with Verloc. "Hes awake and needs shot..." She said softly as to not be heard. "Don't you do any harm to him or I swear you will regret it." Verloc hissed into the phone. "This isn't right though!" She said in distress. "Tell him about the corpse then. Tell him how it was found." "....." "Exactly, now dont fuck this up."

We can never see what has been taken away once it is warped. We only see what once was.....

(606 words! Wooooooooo)