James: Truth Vs. Family Pt 1

James Arthur Kings William XXI. Of course, he was born in a very noble, proud and systematic family. But the story all begins, at the end of James happy times in his old castle. It all starts, at the end of his father's life. At age 9, he had dark brown hair and was wearing his good ol' funeral suit. It saddened him to even glimpse upon his father's tomb. His mother, Alicia Arthur Kings William, was now in charge of the entire nation. Nation, meaning the village. She was the Queen. And James, was the Prince. Several months ago, he was slated to become the man of Elizabeth Montgomery's dreams. It was a fixed wedding. The Montgomery family controlled the eastern side of the Grass village before the nuclear holocaust, which resulted in a trade from a Monarchy standard to Democratic Kages.

James gently touched his paternal's coffin and stepped away, laying some flowers. Tears ran over his eyes like a sunday morning truck over a piece of a deer's liver... But his mother didn't shed a drop of lamentation. She just stood there, with a crocodile frown. After everyone said their goodbyes and laid their roses, James and Queen Alicia rode back in a rickshaw situated transporter.
"James..." Alicia said quetly. She repeated a number of times before James finally listened in.
"I know it's a little quick, but I've been hearing rumors that Derick Smith from the other side of town is also divorced. And I'm thinking of..." James eyes opened up wide. First father's death, and now this! This is why I liked my father better. James thought in his child brain. He knew Derick well. Too well. He was a stuck up bastard! He always teased James on how he was "sooooooo short" and that he'd never get a fine woman to bed. James simply ignored him, but having him as a father would suck even more! But there was nothing James could do about it. So he just looked away from his mother and sighed.

Later that night, James was asleep in his bed. He was completely aware that Derick had come over to see Alicia and talk about the marriage a little bit. But James just knew that he wanted to get closer to Alicia. While James was half asleep, he got a sudden thirst urge and stood up to get some water. After quenching his mouth with water from the kitchen, he steadily started up the stairs. But, then it happend. A loud scream sheared the boy's ear drums. It came from the dining room! He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He arrived to find his $15000 couch in ruins. Blood everywhere. A hand hanged from the side. He ran all the way, but stopped midway. The other couch carried the maid's dead blood filled up body. Then he turned his head, but wished he didn't. His mother. Dead. Blood, EVERYWHERE. It was like a live action horror film. But it was real. Unfortunately. James walked over to the kitchen table, landed his face hard on the chair, and sobbed. Sobbed. And Sobbed. And... sobbed.

That day was the worst day of his life. Both parents gone. Detectives had come a little while later to investigate, but after months of researching and searching, they couldn't find Derick. But during those months, James ran away from home. Never to be seen again. Until a month later, when he was hungry and thirsty. He had carried his near dead body all the way to the HDC hideout. At that time, there was only Vlad and Rouge. When they found him, on the soil of their base, they immediatley trained him for 3 years. But after that, James decided to move out for a year and train. Instead of one year, he went out for two. Unfortunately, he got himself into a fight with someone he couldn't even lay a hand on. After being brought back home to HDC, he know serves as a superior sniper. But so far he hasn't killed anyone. Vlad comments it as a weakness but James calls it...

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An Act Of Friendship