Author's Note: yeah, I'm back. hi. hope you enjoy this, been writing it for a while. please give any feedback, good or bad, in a review; I can only improve if I know what I've done wrong, and I can only do the good stuff again if I know what's good.
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Jim was left sitting on the dust red sofa, bored again. After a minute or so, the china cup slipped between his fingers, cracking as it hit the bare floor boards. He chuckled fleetingly and watched the cooling liquid running down the cracks and chips in the wood for a while before standing slowly and creeping into the kitchen at the other side of the house. Jim made sure he was out of sight as he peered around the edge of the window to see that Sebastian was still busy with his 'toys' in the garden.
Chuckling, James snuck back into the living room, crept out of the window and headed straight into the cluster of thick trees that sandwiched the long overgrown drive. his pace slowed to a walk once he was out of sight of the manor, heading deeper into the woodland as he headed towards the old games keeper's hut. James plucked his headphones out of his pocket, shoved them in his ears and switched some Bach as he reached the heavy front door. He heaved it open and lurched inside, where he found his familiar deck chair in the center of the barren room with a green tin at it's feet. James chuckled and and half skipped over to the chair, grabbing the tin gleefully. He hummed lightly along to the tune as he slipped off his left shoe, flicking open the base and removing the key to the tin before replacing it. He unlocked the tin to reveal over a hundred pre-rolled 'cigars' and twenty or thirty matchbooks. He picked one at random with an entire matchbook, thoughtfully placing the tin on the floor. James stroke a match against the tiny slip of sandpaper, idely watching the flame for a moment, allowing it to burn his forefinger badly before lighting the 'cigar' and blowing it out. Thoughtfully, he rubbed the burnt finger against his thumb and brought the 'cigar' to his lips, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke twist back out of his lips. James's hand scrabbled slightly against the screen of his phone as he turned up the volume, surrendering himself to the high as Bach's symphony took over.
Sebastian grew bored mush faster than usual, hitting every target with infuriating ease. He sighed heavily and replaced the rifle in the shed, grabbing his pistol and tucking it in his waistband before locking up and heading back up to the house. He paused at the door and turned back to admire the view before no doubt spending the rest of the evening inside the dim Manor with his boss. he sighed again before heading back to the living room, where Jim rarely strayed from. "Hey Boss, I-" Sebastian stopped in his tracks as he stepped into the empty room, pausing for a second before growling under his breath and turning to search the rest of the house.
Ten minutes of frantic searching later Seb was stuck between fear and anger for Jim, so he resolved to search the house grounds. He nearly passed by the decrepit hut before doubling back, marching over to the lopsided door. better safe then sorry. He stopped outside the door and listened carefully, his knees almost buckling with relief when he heard the familiar buzzing of headphones before he heaved open the door. "For christ sake, Boss, I've-" His voice caught in his throat as he stared into the room. James was passed out in the deck chair, the ground around him littered with heaps of ash and burnt out matches. He was slumped heavily in the chair with a badly burnt right arm hanging just over a still-smouldering match on the floor, the skin of his entire hand raw and blistered.
Sebastian's expression was a mixture of worry, anger and disgust as he stared at his boss, still standing in the doorway. After a moment, he stumbled forwards, as if only just realising what to do, and carefully lifted Jim out of the chair, a small green tin falling out of the criminal's lap as he did so. The contents spilled out as the tin clattered to the floor, rolling all over the small room. Sebastian kicked it with disgust and left it on the floor, anger taking over as he carried Jim back towards the manor.