Standard Disclaimer – It's not mine. Apart from the girl. Who you don't know yet. But you will.

Walkin' like a one man army,

Fightin' with the shadows in your head ~ Say (John Mayer)

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Prologue:

Jasper took his jacket off and hung it up on the back of the chair, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. I'd watched him change like this every two weeks in the beginning of May.

It was as though he was shaken by something, something that broke him down. But I couldn't work out what. His brother, Edward, leaned in close to him and whispered something I couldn't hear, and his gaze flickered across the room to me. Edward smiled kindly, but I wouldn't reciprocate until I knew what he was thinking. I kept my head down all lesson, refusing to look at him as he pulled his work out and Miss Daniels made him do his presentation on whatever-it-was-we-were-studying, trying to focus on something that wasn't him.

I settled for staring at the posters strewn artfully across the walls. They were all bits and pieces about the American Civil War. I sighed. Damn history. I hated thinking about all the innocent people that died in war and had to fight for a cause there was no hope of saving.

"They weren't all innocent." His soft voice startled me and I almost fell out of my chair. Emily giggled and I stuck two fingers up at her as I regained my composure. I hated her. She was so focussed on making people look stupid… didn't she realise we could do it well enough ourselves?

"Who weren't?" I turned to look at the solid mass of gorgeous that now occupied the chair beside me. Jasper swept a hand through his hair and tilted his head to look at me squarer.

"Them." He waved his hand and my attention was caught by the one picture his gaze lingered on. It was a printout of a painting, beautifully drawn, with a group of young men in confederate uniforms, standing together. They looked as though they were trying to avoid the sunlight seeping through the trees above them, but that wasn't what bothered me.

It was the man standing in the back row, his wild blonde hair and strong, gorgeous features the most familiar thing of all. It bothered me because that man, the one wearing a Confederate uniform and a bright smile, with blood running down the side of his face, was currently sitting beside me.

It more than bothered me. I was scared.

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A/N: This is Short, this Is prologueish.

This is something i'd like to expand and have half a plot for, and would like to know what the hell everyone thinks of it.

I'd also like to let you know that this isn't a replacement for JCBR, which will be updated in a couple of days, and then regularly once a week.

And it's not a replacement for IFHOTF. Because I need to write the first chapter of "All Roads" first. They will be posted simultaneously.

I also need a better title for this

And I love you, please review.

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