Hey, guys. This story is rolling again!

I have re-written the chapters and changed the plot, so all my old chapters will be replaced before I push out any new ones. They are more complex, slightly longer and have a different dynamic. I have reached 4,000 words on this story with the new chapters, so it should be longer now.

Anyways, no more A/N and on to the new story!

The ring burnt, melting away into a bronze pile of hopelessness.

"I hope that you… burn…"

"ALEXANDER!" Green eyes blinked rapidly, the rumple-haired boy bolting up with one hand clutching his red-white and blue covers.

Those same brilliant eyes turned to look at the clock beside his bed table and saw…

7:00 in the morning. On a school day.

Crap.

The bright young scholar catapulted the covers off of him, hopping around on one foot while getting dressed in his usual brown pants and white shirt. Of course, if getting dressed counted as getting your legs tied up in a sock, making yourself a pants noose, throwing your T-shirt out an open window and hitting your head on the mirror.

Half-on brown leather boots hit the stairs as he raced down, greeted by a frowning, rather good-looking boy that seemed to be around his age.

"We're as late as Jefferson is to his band elective right now, mon ami." The tanned boy said in a thick French accent, holding the strap of his red backpack and looking impatient.

"Sorry, Laff." Alex adjusted his glasses (that were so askew and broken Harry Potter would have been jealous), grabbing his textbooks. "Let's get going."

"D'accord." His friend said, rolling his eyes and throwing the door open, almost jerking it off the hinges and making sure to slam it very loudly in Alex's face.

"Hey!" Alex laughed as he threw the door open again. "What kind of roommate are you?"

"A ticked off-" His amused face said otherwise- "And very hot one." So did that.

"Oh please." Scoffed Alex, turning his head to the side with arms crossed.

The five-mile walk to school was being rather uneventful. They almost got run over by some driver who just loved cursing, Laff got beat over the head by an old lady in a pink floral dress and some random poodle bit a chunk out of Alex's English report. Yup, same as usual.

Alex turned on some music on his iPod to drown out the screams and screeches of the neighborhood cats fighting over another dead bird carcass, nodding his head to the familiar music that vibrated through his earbuds.

"And I'm takin a trip down memory lane, lookin' forward, findin my way. I know this world won't be the same…"

"Hey Alex? You okay?"

"But she'll be there and he'll be there, watchin the city in the night, following a teasing light."

"You're scaring me, mon ami. What's wrong?"

"I know she won't leave, they'll never die. I promise myself, she'll never cry."

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Alex fell to his knees, colorful textbooks strewn around him on the concrete. Faces were flashing in front of him, a smiling freckled young boy, a muscular older man in a blue coat, someone pointing a gun in his face.

"And bang! There's the trigger…"

Something struck him in his ribs, making red-hot pain flare and white flash in his vision. Everything was spiraling out of control, he couldn't tell what was happening, what was real— was he being thrown backwards? Was he floating? What what happening?

"And they're gone, but I'm still here and I'm searching, hoping they'll be near…"

"HELP!" The faint sound of Laff's panicking voice, the feel of rock-hard concrete against his head, another spike of pain jolting through his head, and everything spiraled into inky black.

Expect more updates to come. :)