Yolo! Sorry I can't really say much, exams start Friday! I will still update but not say much and chapters will but a little shorter than normal! But thank you to everyone for all the support, enjoy this new chapter! I love you all, thank you and this is for you! Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush! At all, I don't own them! I just own the plot of the story!
James strapped on his twin katanas. He pulled on his skull mask and belt, made sure his handguns and shotgun were loaded. He pulled on his gloves and made sure the small daggers Griffin gave him were hidden all nice away in his shoes, the steel-proof mesh under the suit brushing hard against his smooth, dark skin.
He put his handguns away to their holsters and strapped his shotgun over one shoulder, looking down at his gloved hands before meeting the full-body mirror, the only clear thing apart from him in the room.
'So, this is what I've become...' He thought numbly, a shadowy figure appearing behind him yet he didn't turn away from the mirror.
"You ready?" It was a young woman's voice; as she got closer the dim, bare light bulb over their heads revealed more of her: tall and slender, with long dark brown hair, pale skin and deep, dark brown almost black eyes.
Camille.
She was dressed in her mercenary suit too, weapons ready at her back. Griffin, since he gave James mostly guns and Jett mostly blades, gave her a combination of both: she had a small missile launcher strapped to one hip, followed by a long sword with a few grenades hanging from her utility belt.
James smirked under his mask, making sure the small poison bottle inside one of his scabbards was undisturbed before turning to her for the first time. "Master thinks I need help?"
"Not too much, you just distract the brat while I knock him out. Then the rest is up to you." Camille said, eyes blank and cold before they disappeared under her mask.
Her mask was bare of decoration, all black, but the slanted eye holes had sloppy, dark red dripping from them; that was dried blood, blood that was now part of the mask.
"I see. Good, I get to train a rookie while out on the field."
"Yep, Griffin's given me a few pointers but this is my first real 'job'. The first time he's let me out, too..." Camille added that last part in a whisper, yet James heard and barely contained a flinch.
'He thinks you're ready now, in case he needs you to kill Lucy and Jett...and me.' James thought before shaking his head to clear all those weak thoughts.
"Well, first things first we need to set up our trap."
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"If only we knew who James' target was, then we could offer them protection." Jett said, though Lucy frowned.
"But if we made that too obvious, Griffin can always just change James' target and turn the tables on us." She pointed out.
The two were in their suits, Dak and Kendall unable to not cringe at seeing them in their...other personas.
Jett's suit was all black, with a large red X design over the upper chest and back areas. His mask was all black with only one eye visible, that eye with a large red slash over it like a scar. He had on a black belt which held all his hand-held weapons, gloves on with the blades protruding. Unlike Lucy he had on a cape, black on top with a red belly, tattered at the ends. He wasn't as quick on his feet as James so the cape helped with balance and speed, and was easily removable in tight situations. His boots reached his knees and there was dried blood everywhere on him, from his hands to his neck, legs and back.
Lucy's suit was a dark gray, no fancy design on hers yet there was dried blood everywhere on her too. Her mask was gray but had no face or eye holes, so she could bend in anywhere. Her belt was less bulky but had many secret smoke bombs and grenades. She had no other weapons, she was more of a hand-to-hand (bare hand) fighter, relied mostly on her own strength and flexibility to take out her targets. She had bullet-proof mesh as part of her suit like Jett's, boots up to her knees as well.
So Jett's suit was black, Lucy's was gray and James' dark red.
What a disturbing dress code...
"I wish we could help." Dak whispered to Kendall, obviously upset. He and the dirty blonde offered to try and trap James with the two but Jett hotly declined the second the idea left his lover's lips.
The two mercenaries didn't want to risk their safety, and also they would just get in the way. They weren't trained to handle a crisis like this like Jett and Lucy were.
Kendall nodded weakly in return, unable to keep calm.
Somewhere in this little town, James was getting ready to kill an innocent person. He was following Griffin's sick orders to murder someone tonight, and they had no idea who the bastard wanted dead now.
'If I had never left him, he wouldn't have completely surrendered to Griffin.' Kendall thought sadly, feeling like he couldn't breathe. He was so tense he nearly jumped when he felt his cell-phone vibrate in his pocket, he carefully to catch Dak's attention as he undid the lock and checked who texted him.
When he saw the message and who it was from, a mixture of fear and glee flooded the dirty blonde to the core.
Beloved, it is me.
Listen I know you said it was over between us, and you returned your ring but please we must talk. I will tell you everything, my secret, if you give me the chance to say my side of the story. Please Kendall, I love you. I have not stopped loving you even when we have been apart for so long. I would not blame you if you have...m-moved on, but please my conscious will not let me live. I am sorry for everything, please come see me. Come to your house, I will be waiting for you in your room. That is, if you will give me the chance. I promise this will be the last time we ever talk, but please give me the chance to set things right. Please, I still love you...
-Prince Jamie.
'This could be a trap...' Kendall thought, not letting his emotions take caution to the wind.
But it was James, he could feel it. James sent him this, he wanted to face him after so long.
And if this was the only way to try and save James then...
Being careful ad silent as a mime, Kendall grabbed his jacket and left the Diamond household, Jett and Lucy not noticing a thing, Dak didn't either.
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It wasn't weird to Kendall that James chose to meet him in his room; the brunette had a house key, Jen gave him (along with Carlos and Logan) a copy in case of emergencies.
And James has used it many times before, especially when Kendall called him in the middle of the night, after a nightmare that left him in a cold sweat. Climbing up the side of the house and sneaking into Kendall's bedroom via window wasn't hard for the brunette either.
Still, there was an eerie silence in the house when Kendall arrived.
He kept quiet as he headed to his room, adrenaline making his heart pound prints against his rib-cage, breathing uneven. The only sound apart from his breathing was the ticking of the clock in the living room.
"J-James...?" He called, slapping himself for the studder. No answer; he went on until he was at the open door of his bedroom, bright green eyes (that seemed to glow in the dark) going wide at seeing the tall, brown-haired figure sitting on his bed.
"James."
Said brunette looked up from his hands, folded over his lap, and rose from the bed. His face was in shadow, in fact his whole body was; the only thing visible by the streetlight's glow outside was the outline of his brown hair.
"B-beloved...my Emerald..." He said.
Kendall ignored logic at that moment; his heart skipped a beat as he was soon in the other's long, warm and strong arms again.
After so long, the feel of the other's body against his felt familiar, like he was finally home.
"J-James...!"
"Oh Emerald, my Emerald I have missed you..." James whispered in his ear, arms tight around the shorter boy's firm lower back and waist. Kendall's hands gripped the tops of James' shoulders, tears spilling from his eyes.
"Oh James, J-James..."
"It is so nice to see you again, especially since...tonight is your last night alive, beloved." At this Kendall momentarily froze, but soon had the sense to pull away just in time.
James' aim missed at Kendall's dodge and his katanas met the wood of the door; he growled and pulled them free, away in their scabbards he put them only to withdraw his twin handguns from their holsters. He switched on the nearest lamp, all the blood leaving Kendall's face at the sight.
James was in his suit. It was crimson red from top to bottom, though he had splashes of black on his chest like ink. His elbow-length gloves were black too, so were his boots. His mask was that of a skull with no lower jaw and one eye blacked out like with marker. He had twin swords (katanas) strapped to his back, a bulky belt around his waist, with a shotgun over his left shoulder and gun holsters strapped to his outer thighs. He had a cape just like Jett, though it wasn't as tattered and went over his shoulders like a cloak and had a hood, red top with a black belly.
He didn't have his mask on right now, though his face was covered in blood; his hair was soaked in blood was well, the white of his teeth shining against the dark red as he smiled cruelly.
'J-James...'
"Good night, beloved." He said, the last part in a sour tone.
Kendall had no time to react before he was hit at the back of head, the impact enough to render him unconscious. He had blacked out before hitting the floor.
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"WHERE THE HELL IS KENDALL?!" Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs, both Jett and Dak looking rattled.
"I-I don't know, he was right here beside me a f-few minutes ago!" Dak choked out, as Jett's cell suddenly started vibrating in his belt.
With shaky hands he pulled it out and read the text, though what he read made his skin crawl.
The target is mine, my friend. Try and stop me.
-James.
"No..."