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Jamie rubbed his head as his eyes blinked open. His head pounded and his shades were lopsided on his face. His collar was a mess and his sight was a blur at first, just like his memories and recollection on the previous evenings events. He knew there was something important supposed to be going on today... oh if it was that important it would come to him eventually. "I feel like a Kesha song..." He groaned as he closed his eyes again. His body ached from the extent of the night he was out. After leaving Jack at the air field, he had sneaked back into a few clubs to get some drinks as he didn't want to go directly back to Kieran... that was one conversation he was not going to enjoy.

The conversation of: So your parents find the idea of us two being together all of a sudden, strange? As though suddenly I'm the evil queen come to kill their snow white of a son!

And Jamie knew, that Kieran was certainly no snow white.

The light in the hallway was flickering and giving him a far worse head ache that he had woken up with. His forehead was beading with sweat slightly and he was pale. His crimson edged hair fell over his eyes and his fingers curled around the door handle. It was freezing cold beneath his fingers as he turned it slowly. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?" A voice roared.

All Jamie could do was let out a broken whimper as he rested his aching head against the door. "If me closing the door is going to sound like a thunderclap... how do you think your voice just sounded."
"I DON'T CARE! JAMIE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU-"

Jamie just pulled out his phone and began to type away as Kieran carried on ranting. Sometimes, I don't think he realises how loud he is. Jamie thought. "Jamie what were you thinking-"
"The part don't start till I walk in." Jamie smirked and watched as Kieran's face turned slightly red as Jamie turned the song off quickly.
"Look... I know you blame-"
"Blame it on the alcohol. Blame on the al-al-al- alcohol." Jamie lent back against the wall and made his face impassive as he just gazed through his best friend. The boy had his hair flat and was still wet against his brow. If this wasn't enough of a fact that Kieran had just gotten out shower than the fact that the only thing the boy was wearing was a pearly white towel, was. Jamie would admit that a few thoughts occurred to him about the taller boy.
"Okay... my bad." Kieran nodded as he moved his hair out of his eyes. "Listen Jamie I'm-"
"Happy! Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof."
"Okay, Okay! I messed up!" Kieran held his hands up in defeat. "What is it going to take for you to accept my apology."

Jamie smirked as he walked forward slowly. He reached up and pulled of his shades as he gazed into his friend's eyes deeply. "I could think of a few ways." He purred as he slowly pulled his shirt off and rolled it into a ball before tossing it quickly into a nearby basket. The walls of the apartment on the outside were large glass panels which poured light into the oak floor and pure white couches and seats. Jamie wrapped his arms teasingly around Kieran's neck as he pushed them back towards the couches.

Both laughed as they went tumbling back and Jamie's crimson and hazel hair sprawled behind him and back across his brow. Kieran smiled gently as he half closed his eyes. "I had a few ideas on how to make it up to you as well."
"And did they include a towel as well?" Jamie lowered his gaze and rose an eyebrow. "You always played the strong hero." His hand reached out and moved across Kieran's slightly toned abs. The skin was still wet and yet... deep down part of him wanted to run his hands a lot further down than just the torso.
"The hero always gets the beautiful damsel and no. My plans did not include us grinding against each other all day."
"No good tease." Jamie grinned.
"My plans involve an air show that's being put on." He leaned closer slightly. Their lips a hairs width apart.
"Always the strong hero." Jamie wrapped his hand around the boy's necklace. "There's not an ounce of darkness in you? Is there? And besides... Something tells me we shouldn't go to that air show." Jamie shrugged. Something deep down inside him told him that it probably wasn't a best idea to do that for some reason. I shouldn't have drunk so heavy. He thought as he caressed the spot between his brows.
"But I have the tickets already. Front row." Kieran purred.
"Really?"
"Okay... second."
"Uh huh?" Jamie raised a sceptical eyebrow as he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Okay third..." He looked at Jamie's judging face. "Okay! Fou-fifth." He corrected himself. "Go and change then maybe. I'll think about treating you to a date."

But Kieran just watched as Jamie stared suspiciously at his necklace. "What's wrong?"
"It just looks... familiar. Every time I ever saw you wear this necklace... I always thought I'd seen it somewhere before."
"My dad always told me to wear it... that my guardian angel would always look over me because of it. Maybe you saw it in a dream?" Kieran suggested.
"Or maybe a nightmare." Jamie muttered as he turned away and walked to go and get changed.

Not before his phone went off and Kieran glanced down at it as a solid purple symbol of Jamie's necklace began to form with data streams on the screen. He paused for a minute frowning slightly before he pressed it onto quiet. Just as something told Jamie that he had seen the symbol before... the story his father told him when he was a kid still ringed in his head.

Kieran had given Jamie that necklace as a joke. In his father's story, there were two sides on an endless war. One was good and kind and wanted to protect people.

His hand closed around his necklace subconsciously.

There there was the other side... who was merciless in getting their power through ambition.

As the showered turned on and thick miss began to escape the bathroom, Kieran could still make out the faint sign of the boy's necklace, glinting coldly in the light. Jamie isn't evil or harsh though... there is good inside of him. He thought.

Almost as though he was reassuring himself.

-Break-

Jamie grinned from the spot he had taken on the memorial statue. He was laid back on the circle of stone which moved on a smaller part of the fountain where no one seemed to be sat. The water was a clear turquoise and showed all the pennies which had sunk to the bottom. The metal engraving showed a woman who was sitting and looking down at the pennies herself. Jamie just shook his head. He could imagine such a better memorial setting. They didn't need the spire of marble which held engraved names. His family had fought their fair share of wars. They had been soldiers for England way back to the first world war.

And that was evident right here on the marble.

And far over on the shores of Omaha.

He shook his head and looked back at the golden statue as his loose purple jacket fell away and revealed his tight, black button up shirt. His leather jeans were still clamped around his form and man did he look good.

The sun caught on his hair and he couldn't help but grin at the new colour which shined around the fringe of his hair.

He had bled the crimson out and replaced it with a deep purple.

"So a new dye and a new attitude eh?" Kieran chuckled as he took a seat and pulled Jamie's head to rest in his lap so the boy was a bit more comfortable. "Only five minutes now till the show begins." He smiled and ran a hand through the smooth beautiful hair. His finger tracing the way that the purple changed. He himself had dyed his hair to crimson and his fathers darker shade while Jamie had gone blond and purple. Every minute that he seemed to spend with the boy seemed to make it seem as though they were descending further into one of his father's stories.
"So enjoying being here in London?" Kieran purred and Jamie smiled slightly as he adjusted his sun glasses.
"Yeah. Though I can't help but think... this is one of the most sought after places to visit."
"You're impossible to please." Kieran teased as he ruffled the mop of new golden hair. He leaned down slightly as he ran his hands slowly through the stands. They fell through his fingers like golden, beautiful chains.
"Hey, give me a cute guy. A career on the west end and an apartment as far away from my aunt as possible and I will be happy."
"Is that all?" Kieran laughed.
"Actually... make it Broadway, with you having a reserved first seat. I want an apartment just for-"

He had been about to say: just for us.

"For me." He turned his head away and looked towards the palace as people were flocking towards the main gates as they were all shouting excitedly as the countdown on the large out front digital clock. "Look at them all... like insects." Jamie frowned.
"So in New York? What would be your musical? Funny girl? The little mermaid?"
"Maybe.. just maybe."
"TWENTY SECONDS!" The crowd roared excitedly.
"What? Not classy enough for you?"
"Not dangerous enough." Jamie corrected. "Something with a little more dance and... Jazz." He paused.
"There's only one musical like that." Kieran shrugged. "And I know because you made me watch it enough times... Chicago."
"The memory of a strong breeze in a city will be re kindled."
"FIFTEEN SECONDS!"

Jamie gazed out across the crowd as he took notice of some children who were running away as a loud noise filled the distance. They all bolted into the trees as far away from their parents as they could. "A strong breeze... The wind."
"TEN!"
"The wind in the city... Chicago." He looked towards the distance. His mobile rang violently in his pocket.
"FIVE!"
"Re kindle the city... re kindle means light a flame."
"FOUR!"
"Jamie?" Kieran's eyes were wide as he watched the incoming jets move in waves as some seemed to pull back slightly. "What are they doing?"
"The burning city." Jamie whispered and his eyes widened.
"THREE!"
"Kieran." Jamie grabbed his hand roughly as he began to quickly stand up.
"Jamie... are they supposed to be doing that?"
"TWO!" The crowd screamed with excitement.
"Oh god." He pulled his hand over his mouth."
"ONE!"

Jamie recognised the jets. The purple beauty he had saw last night sharply banked and barrel rolled over a blue one which he assumed was ThunderCracker. "SkyWarp." He whispered.
"What?!" Kieran snapped his head towards the boy as his eyes widened in horror.
"Zero." Jamie whispered.

For a moment all just started as the jets shot past them over head.

Then as Jamie and Kieran slowly turned.

They witnessed it.

SkyWarp seemed to almost radiate as he seemed to almost vanish. "What the... where did he-"
"JESUS CHRIST!"

The crowd screamed as Thunder Cracker blasted through the smallest possible gap.

The next thing either boy's knew was that Sky Warp slowly materialised once again and three of the ten jets which had roared past.

Now rained down in a comet of endless flames. "What the hell is happening!" Kieran shouted as people began to scream.

Thunder Cracker turned sharply... in a way no ordinary jet would have been able to without harming it's pilot. The jet slowly lined up with the long stretch of road and the expanding crowd who had turned up to see the show.

Hundreds of thousands of people.

All locked into one small path.

"GET DOWN!" Jamie screamed as the whir of Thunder Cracker's barrel guns began to speed up.

And unleashed wave after wave of bullets into crowds of people.

Jamie had heard how some bullets could tear through people. How some were shattered when a wave of bullets hit them... But watching as people were ripped in half or were broken as their skulls were blasted apart. How they just dropped to the ground as they were nothing short of obliterated by the endless waves.

The bullets stopped short just before the fountain as though some aura was radiating out blocking the jet from firing directly onto it...

or the area around Jamie at least.

He clung tightly to Kieran as he turned and pulled the boy sharply. Their fingers lacing as their surroundings slowed down, their reactions taking over giving only way to the sound of his pounding heart. He turned his head in time to see Sky Warp come to a hover over the statue as he too unleashed his barrage of bullets.

The last thing that Jamie saw before he sprinted into the tree cover was the palace going up in flames as both jets unleashed their missile arsenal onto the building.

His eyes sparkled faintly as the windows exploded. Fire burst from each pane as the bricks were rocketed onto the rows of the dead bodies which were (if not already) crushed and obliterated beyond entire recognition. All that was left of them was a stream of crimson which lined and stained the bricks of the roads.

Kieran began to turn back to run after some people who tripped but Jamie just grabbed the boy's hand tighter. They were at the bottom of the park and not that far from a subway.

But with two jets now turning towards them in the park and with Kieran trying to run towards some people who had fallen and were now being blasted through their torso by bullets.

Jamie watched as one man's eyes widened while his torso began to tear apart. A large circle of his chest cavity was eradicated before he fell to the floor and could no longer bear life. "KIERAN FOR FUCK SAKE COME ON!" Jamie screamed as the two jets over head locked onto them... Or so it looked.

Jamie grabbed the taller boy's hand as they sprinted back up the brick stone path. Missiles were launched to the ground behind them.

Brick by brick flew into the air as the intense shock wave began lifting the path out of the very ground. A angry roar pierced the sky as Sky Warp banked sharply almost colliding with Thunder Cracker who had unleashed the missiles. What the-

Jamie didn't say anything as the ground vanished beneath his feet and the shock wave caught up with him. He watched for a moment as his eyes connected with Kieran. Run. His gaze seemed to plead. Run and don't. Come. Back. His body lifted up into the air as though he was a rag doll. The last thing he remembered as he sailed towards a nearby coffee cart, was the sound of a Camaro surging by and the grinding of metal before bullets were launched.

Into the sky.

All the while Jamie's vision blacked out as his head slammed against the hard solid surface of the coffee cart and a sound of snapping came from his leg as something pierced through him.

Kieran on the other hand was now freaking out like hell.

In the last five minutes he had watched people get massacred, he had been fired at by two jets, watched Buckingham palace go up in flames, the boy he had a crush and who was his best friend was just launched through the air and had been smashed violently into the wreckage of a now demolished cart.

And to top it all off.

His Camaro had just drove past him and turned... into a giant... freaking... robot.

"Okay... What the fuck." He stared as the robot crouched and took aim at the jets which were now trying to get closer to Jamie but were too busy dodging the bullets being shot at them.

Kieran tried to run towards the cart but the moment he made a move the two jets locked onto him and shot new waves of ammo.

Both jets focused on Jamie before they barrel rolled towards the right and speeding across the sky line as they unloaded new missiles against the tall buildings which ruptured and rained glass down onto the citizens bellow.

Now that just left a couple of problems.

A large shard of metal was sticking into his leg. His car was now looking at him expectantly as though he was supposed to make the next move.

And his crush was still in a pile of metal and unconscious.

All the while... London was now being attacked.