James shook Will hard, trying to get him conscious, or at least make him move. After Will had collapsed onto the floor, James had leapt up and had been trying to get him to awake, Eliza's worried eyes watching his every move.

With no luck, James grabbed both of Will's arms and hauled him upward, leaning him on his shoulder. Eliza quickly came off of the bed, letting James lay Will upon it. He glanced quickly at Eliza before leaving Will to go turn and sit in one of her many red velvet armchairs.

"I'm going on a walk," James said after a moment's silence. As he got up, Eliza looked at him before turning her eyes again on Will. Usually, she didn't care what James did, as long as it wasn't something that would get them all in danger… which usually happened.

James walked out of the front door, enjoying the slight breeze. Beginning to walk forward, he took a left onto the sidewalk when he reached it. Walks usually let him relax a little, and sometimes think of what to do next.

Jack? He thought, trying to get his attention. He hoped he was there, and that James wasn't just imagining all this.

Hmm? Came Jack's voice.

Can you tell- James was cut off as he heard footsteps yards away from him.

A man around the age twenty walked toward him, a smirk on his face. His short brown hair only reached his eyebrows, and his eyes were almost pure black. James scowled, his fists clenching and loosening.

You know him, right? Jack asked. James could have sworn that he had a hint of anger in it, but why?

Yes… His name's Ben. Funny, the first time we laid eyes on each other we were instant enemies. James thought back to him, hearing Jack mumble something.

Soon, the two rivals were only a foot away from each other, staring each other down. Of course, Ben was taller and older than James, but that didn't matter to him.

"Ben," James said coolly, breaking the silence that had loomed around the two.

"James," Ben said, his smirk fading. James could hear Jack talking to someone, but not to him.

"Finally got that D on your exam that you came to celebrate about it?" James asked. Ben now looked angry, and James waited for an insult back to him.

"Yes, and I came to celebrate by making out with your friends girl," Ben replied, his stare unwavering. James merely smiled and shook his head; Ben was horrible at insulting people.

"You know as well than I do that Eliza would rather make out with herself than someone like you." James saw Ben's eyes glow red before he pushed James against a wall near them, holding his neck with an iron grip. James was a bit thrown off as Ben did this, and tried to get his grip off his neck, but to no prevail.

Swing at him. James heard Jack say quickly. A bit confused by this, James did nothing, but still writhed in Ben's grip. Jack repeated his command, this time louder. James still did nothing.

Suddenly there was an odd feeling in all of James's body, and his head went down and up two times before the sensation left. James became dizzy, but someone held himself up, and it wasn't Ben. He could barely move his arms or legs, but only stand there with his rival's hand on his neck. Then, without warning, his hand left hand came up and punched Ben straight in the face. Ben reacted by letting go and clutching his face with one hand.

James's eyes narrowed, realizing what was going on. Jack! He yelled to him. What the hell do you think you're doing! Jack didn't answer, but walked James forward until they were two feet apart.

Ben looked up; his nose was bleeding slightly, and his eyes burned with pure rage. His won hand lifted and swung to hit James in the jaw, and succeeded in his deed. James stumbled back slightly, rubbing the place where Ben had swung at him, while fighting Jack so the captain wouldn't swing at Ben again.

James soon lost the small battle with Jack, for the captain had leapt forward and punched Ben again, this time even harder. James scowled, but decided to let Jack take full control over him now- It wasn't worth fighting him, he was too strong.

The fist-fight lasted for about five more minutes until Ben had backed up and ran off to where he had came from, leaving James and Jack alone. James breathed hard, his chest heaving outward slowly.

That was… great. James thought, finding that he could move more again. Ruffling his hair, he felt his lip, feeling warm blood dripping from it. Taking his fingers off from it, he turned from the direction he had come from, hoping to go back to Eliza's house to clean his "wounds," not to mention to check up on Will.

Why didn't you let me fight him? I could've done it myself. James thought dryly to Jack, hearing him laugh.

Mate, I know that guy you call "Ben." He's my rival, too. Jack said, a small hint of scorn in his voice. James began to grind his teeth- He usually did this when aggravated.

I've never actually seen you before… Only in that dream. James thought, changing the subject completely. It was quiet for a moment before there was any noise inside James's head, only his thoughts rolling around.

You'll seen soon enough…Your mate Will has seen my mate Will. Jack said, yawning after the end of his comment. James blinked, shrugged, and walked on.