Author's Note: Chapter 5 is here everyone OOO AHHH marvel at it...lol. Enjoy! Please review, tell me whatcha think

Rennie51: I got some history before I can get there, heres a HUGE chunk of it right now, if not the whole chunk, glad your enjoying it

Chapter 5: History

The next 3 days went agonizingly slow for James. He hated to admit it but this private investigator, this being able to see his brother again was always on his mind now. He hadn't fully realized how much he had missed Charles. The day he had gone was so messed up. At first, James had been angry at Charles for years after, then finally pushed the mere thought of him out of his mind, but somewhere deep down he was guilty for pushing him away.

James was just going out for the night when Charles showed up on his apartment, blood covering his hands, face and cloths.

"What the hell happened?" James stared wide eyed at his younger brother.

"I...i didn'ttt meann ttooo, James, youuu haveeee to belieevveee me, tthiis wasn't my ideaa" Charles stuttered in a half wimper. James pulled him inside and closed the door behind him, searching for a wound where this blood was coming from.

"Calm Down, Charles, Tell me what happened?" James asked finally looking him in the face.

"I'm sorry, James, I shouldn't have come here" He said quietly, not looking James in the eye, about to turn around to leave. James grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to facing himself.

"Tell me what happened!" James demanded.

"You'll be angry" Charles sniffed.

"I promise I won't be angry, tell me what happened" James said with irritation in his voice.

"Your getting angry!" Charles hissed.

"Im not angry, Charles, Im concerned, I want to know what happened." James returned with more irritation with his brother's avoiding.

"It wasn't my fault..." Charles said, pulling out a hunting knife, soaked in blood. James stepped back staring at it for a long moment. He finally was able to draw his eyes up to Charles in a quizical fashion.

"What happened?" He asked quietly again.

"My friend...Rick. He went ballistic on someone at the party. He got into a fight, I watched the whole thing. They took it outside into an alley. I followed them. After awhile the guy was taking the upper hand, he pulled out This...this hunting knife... He stabbed the guy senseless. Soo much blood, it was everywhere. Ive never seen so much blood." Charles was obviously shell shocked. James just stared at him intentively.

"what happened then?" James asked his concern only growing

"Rick realized what he had done, He stepped back, as He saw me then, I was just staring at the guy on the ground, and before I realized it he pushed me up against the brick wall. He told me I had to take the knife, or he'd kill me too. He said that I was a true friend and I had to take the fall. He smeared blood all over me, and gave me the knife. I begged him not to do this, but he pushed the knife into my hands then ran." Charles started to cry. James pulled him in close for a hug, ignoring the fact that he was getting blood on his cloths now.

"You have to help me, James, please help me" Charles begged between sobs.

"We have to go to the police office, you have to turn yourself in. Tell them what you just told me." James said calmingly.

"Oookayyy..." Charles sniffled as James opened the door and lead his younger brother down to outside the old apartment building that he had lived in.

Suddenly once they where just outside of the apartment Charles broke away.

"You Fool!" James heard another voice and a gun cock. James looked to Charles, seeing he was staring widely at the origin of the voice. James slowly turned his head to the tall figure just 5 feet infront of them, pointing a gun at Charles.

"You'd do anything for a fix, wouldn't you? Pitiful" Rick laughed, as he moved the gun to point at James. James glared at him, he knew from the very moment Charles had introduced him to Rick that he was bad, but wouldn't say anything. He didn't interfere with Charles's life.

"Even sacrifice your brother..." Rick laughed as he pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Searing hot pain shot surged through the impact point of the shot, sending him flying backwards onto his back. He cried in pain as he slowly moved his hands to the spot of impact. Blood seeped through his shirt quickly, reddening the spot.

"James!" Charles cried, moving to his wounded brother.

"Im sorry, Im so sorry..." He cried as he glanced between James's shot gun wound and his face. James's breathing was erratic, and laborous as pain flooded from the wound in the side of his stomach. Tears of pain fell fluently from his cheeks. He saw Charles hovering over him.

"Wwwhhhyyyy?" James stuttered with the little energy he had left. He heard Rick laughing in the background.

"Come on Charles..." He heard Rick say, then the visual of his brother vanished.

"Im sorry James" He heard Charles say then he heard footsteps, rushed footsteps move away from him. He strained to lift his head up, but the shock of it all wouldn't let him.

James subconciously felt the scar of which the gun shot wound had left. He was amazed he had survived that night. Luckily the wound hadn't been that bad. Rick had bad aim, but thats not what haunts him. That wasn't why he was angry with Charles. He was angry at Charles, because he let it happen. He let it happen for a fucking fix. The pitiful drug addict. Then after the years he accepted the fact that his brother was messed up. He then felt guilty for not noticing it. He could have prevented that whole incident if he had noticed Charles earlier. But he didn't. That was why he wanted to find Charles really, to apology for letting him fall so far. He didn't blame Charles anymore for that night. He wanted Charles to know that too. There was so much he wanted to say to him.