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The sun pierced a sky of grey clouds which threatened to cover the small village of Croyde. A small cottage stood on the banks of a cliff which overlooked the beach. Outside the fresh white cobble stone wall looked calm as it embraced the sound of distance crashing waves. The fresh sea breeze brushed up gently against the French glazed double window of both stories of the house. The black tiled roof was perfectly present, just as expected by the family who lived in the home.

Sun light began to course through one of the windows, casting an emerald flow across a double oak bed. The dark wood was deeply varnished with four posters and silk curtains. The lightly painted walls held up posters of bands and Artist s, ranging from Lady Gaga to musical theater like Chicago and classics such as Queen and Stereophonics. But for each poster there were countless lines of shelves holding up countless rows of books. All were carefully bound and placed in their exact place. Around the room were varies of different countries. Some hand scripted from the ancient days of Rome and Greece. Though the inhabitant of the room hardly knew of just how amazing and truly they are and were from the ancient days.

The door began to slightly creak open as a small blonde form began to sneak into the room. As it stepped into the wash of an emerald light, it was soon revealed to be a middle sized blonde cat. Its fur was sleeked back and yet it looked softer than satin as it was elegantly brushed. It let out a small meow as it leapt onto the bed and began to lie down on the quilt. It yawned happily rubbing its head along the figure under the mass amount of quilts and let out a purr. "Jack… Go back to sleep." A groan came from the quilt as an arm protectively wrapped around the purring Jack who began to fall asleep.

But not before Jack glanced at the clock by the boy's bedside table and stretched. His claws slowly gave a slight scratching on the quilt before he slid from under the soft, cosy, warm arm and leapt onto the bedside table. He looked around, at the large walk in wardrobe which the figure's guardians had insisted on after going shopping and finding that an ordinary wardrobe just wouldn't do.

Jack yawned and considered just letting sleep dogs lie… his paw came down quickly on the alarm button on the beside clock. "Be…Our…Guest, be our guest. Put our service to the test; tie your napkin round your neck Cherie and we'll provide the rest." The Disney alarm clock carried on singing the beauty and beast number.

The figure let out a soft yawn as they shifted under the layers of quilts and blankets. As the curtains pulled back the figure became clearer; a boy gently smiled and let back out another happy sigh. "Can't I sleep in just a bit longer?" he whispered. His eyes slowly opened to reveal the pale, handsome yet strange, amber orbs. He looked into his cat's small face and he swore that Jack was rolling his eyes at him… could cats roll their eyes? "Okay, okay." He laughed softly as he sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through the thick of his, dyed, light mousy brown hair which had been had been highlighted in red around his fringe. His skin was lightly tanned which made his eyes all the more entirely stranger and yet, they were what people seemed to most love about him… well… most people.

The boy slowly stood up and got out of bed as he pushed open the windows as the sea breeze washed over him. The long emerald curtains were tied back as the boy stepped onto the cold marble balcony. The smooth mesmeric floor beneath him was beautiful as the sight in front of the sea in front of him.

It had been six years to the day. Six years since the worse day of his life. The boy lent his head into his hand and watched the sea crash onto the sand which sent a spray across the dunes creating rainbows in the light. That's where he had stood. eleven years ago today he had stood there in the morning waiting.

Waiting even after he had been told that he would never get to see his parents ever again.

Waiting to wake up from that horrible nightmare and the lies. After all... no one wants to find out that their parents are dead.

He took a long sigh before Jack brushed up against his leg. "You know... you're a pain in the ass." He grinned as he reached down and picked up Jack into his arms. Jack snorted and hissed slightly but stayed in the cradling grip. Around Jack's neck was a purple leather collar.
"Jamie! Wake up!" A female voice called up the stairs and the boy took a sigh.
"Well, I guess not everyone gets to spend their birthday in bed eh?" Jamie whispered and smiled gently down at Jack.

He had found Jack on the beach one morning when he had been walking by himself and after begging to his aunt (Who had been advised from his counsellor) that maybe having a pet wouldn't be so bad for him, maybe it would get him to feel more... but there was nothing wrong with the way he felt, he was quiet, a bit shy and sure he tended to stick by himself a lot... he didn't really get on well with people that much... because people were... people. Jack just meowed indifferently as he stretched and coiled his tail around Jamie's arms. He winced slightly as the claws caught on his arm and accidentally cut him. "Damn it Jack!" He winced slightly. "I swear, I only caught your nails yesterday!" He looked down to his cat's name tag. He had never really understood the strange design. It was like a face made up of different parts. The first main part was a triangle in sharp edges which looked almost like horns, as they banked down towards the middle where two eyes were they formed two more horns in a almost badge shape. Around the bottom of the tag were two final triangles which finished the image that made it look like a digital face. Sure it looked strange but Jamie kind of liked it. When he had first got it, the name on the back had been faded: like it had been scratched and blasted away.

Jamie sighed and walked back into the room. Jack leapt out the grip and almost seemed to smile smugly.

No... it must have just been his imagination.

He walked boldly back into the room and avoid the mirror to see the expansive scarring on his back which was relentless in not fading. Sure he had been lucky in the ones over his body and face slowly fading into nothing after a bit of surgery and healing... strangely enough the same time he had found Jack. He had started getting stronger... more toned. The doctors had become confused and blamed it down to the medication that he had been taking...

But the medication was supposed to just deal for the pain.

Before he had supposed to of died.

Like his parents, he had been in Chicago, the time of the attack. Charlie always had to explain that he didn't remember much of it, after all, he had spent a lot of the time in his family apartment building and had been very young at the time. He had often loved how it had given an clear view of the entire city. The massive sky line on a brilliant sparkling blue day. The nearby river...

But that had all changed one night.

His mother and father had came in screaming and shouting at each other. He remembered the faint traces of crimson and orange flares filling the skies. "Mom? The firework show is early." He had exclaimed as he had watched the view which had begun filling the expanding skyline.
"Jamie! Get away from there!"His Mom had pulled him sharply away from the window and turned his head away so he couldn't watch...

So he couldn't see the intense glare of fire as a building went up in flames and people screamed out in terror. "Jamie go!"
"Joanne!" Jamie's father called but all that came then was his scream and the sound of the window shattering.

Then came the darkness. The vast empty expanse of missing memories which were lost to him apparently after he had fallen and hurt his head.

Being buried under a building and tons of rubble will do that to you.

"JAMIE!" A voice barked brining him out of his thoughts and he gave a long sigh. "Jack... I think we're in for another long day." He muttered.

-Break-

Jamie groaned as he lounged back into his desk seat. He couldn't help but frown slightly as the teacher kept rattling on and on. He loved English and theatre class... but loving a subject doesn't mean you automatically have to love the teacher. For Jamie, the teacher in this class was an incompetent. Mainly because he spent his entire time talking about how he should have been an actor and he should have been the famous one. One of those tragic stories of excuses, when really the reason he failed to succeed was much simpler. "Untalented fool." Jamie murmured and adjusted his jacket.
"Oh Jamie can't you just play nice for once?" A voice chuckled quietly.

Jamie glanced over to the desk next to him where a boy was sat. He had messy blond hair which was flat against his peachy coloured face. His figure was lean in build and slightly understated. Unlike Jamie who wore black leather trousers which were clamped around his legs tightly, a white button up shirt and framing purple leather jacket and a pair of shades which hid his amber eyes. He honestly didn't care how he looked. To him it looked good, if he looked good and felt comfortable, why should he care? The other boy wore some simple denim skinny jeans, a red hoodie. "Well Kieran. I would, but I'm just not in one of those moods."

Kieran smirked and his turquoise eyes caught in the dazzling light. "Let me guess? Your aunt forgot again?"
"What do you think Witwicky?" Jamie said impassively.
"I think that someone has to give you a present on your birthday." He slowly held out a small box and Jamie rose an eyebrow at it.
"No one has ever gave me a gift on my birthday since my parents died when I was five." He eyed the small box suspiciously before slowly picking it up and undoing the golden bow.
"You're always so suspicious." He rolled his eyes. "Can't a guy do anything for his best friend?" Kieran rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Their small conversation hadn't gone unnoticed by the teacher who's frustration was peaking at the blatant ignorance they were paying to his complaints.
"Sorry. Am I boring you two-"
"YES!" Jamie exclaimed. Kieran face palmed at his best friends open defiance and ignorance and care for the teacher.
"What he means is... although your speech is riveting, he may be preoccupied with something else at the moment-"
"Nope." Jamie shrugged. "What I mean is, he's a boring old shit with nothing better to do than to moans to kids on their last day of school about how his life is a waste and how everything he ever dreamed of, crashed and burned." Jamie slowly lent forward as his anger began to rise. His voice was cold and factual. "And now?" Jamie glared into the sweaty, pale face of the teacher who was beginning to back away against the wall. The whole class turned and watched as this had become almost a typical show for them: Jamie obliterating a teacher with words. But what did it matter any more? It was their last day of school, what could they possibly do to him now?!

Expel him?

"You have to face the fact that in life you have failed at every achievement and goal you have ever set out to chase. You have failed your entire life and now you're going to die alone." Jamie smiled smugly as the bell rung. Every student stared at him as he slung his bag over his shoulder. He gave a false smile and kept his hand gripped tightly around Kieran's gift as he walked swiftly out the door.
"Jamie!" His best friend chased after him and smiled apologetically at the teacher who was now breaking down and crying. Damn...Jamie... not again! "You can't just make the teacher have a break down!" Kieran sighed then watched as Jamie just grinned.
"I've had to listen to him complain about his stupid life for the last two years. Oh pity me, I was brought up by both parents and lived in a fancy rich house, even though they loved me and paid for me to go to a fancy acting school I was never happy. I never had anything. Well that bastard had a lot more than me!" He swiftly put one headphone in and played: Run this town tonight.
"Jamie... You can't keep this attitude up. Underneath that exterior there is a softer side, a side that I know exists! Listen, by the end of this holiday..." Jamie paused as he threw open the front door of the school and gazed back at his best friend with a raised eyebrow. "By the end of this holiday, I'm going to show you that there is more to you than what you are showing right now!" Kieran grinned.
"So I'm guessing that means a summer of us hanging out?"
"Would you have it any other way?" Kieran slowly walked down the steps. "Oh and by the way, I hope you enjoy your gift. It took me ages to study and get the pattern exact from Jack."

As the curiosity peaked in Jamie he pulled away the bow once more and opened the small box. His finger curled around the silver chain which held up an exact copy...

Of the badge that was on Jack's collar... For some reason he couldn't help but smile smugly at it as he pulled it on.

He didn't know that by the end of the summer holiday.

His entire world will have been changed.

And him with it.