(Sex by Nickelback? >_>")

He ignored him, and kept going.  He found a rat.  It was roughly the size of a ferret, but it was a mouse.  He quickly grabbed it, and bit into it's neck, killing it.  After he killed it, he slunked back into the house, rat still in hand, then sat at the table, and began ripping it into several pieces, licking it's blood.

(( Its a rap song. XD I don't know who its by lol ))

     Once he was finished he went to the bathroom and poured some peroxide into a small paper cub and suck his ingure into. Getting rid of any germs or bacteria that might have gotten into it. After a few minutes of soaking his figure he dryed in with a washcloth and went back to his room. He had an emergency kit under his bed, he pulled it out and rapped his figure up in anti-bacterial gauz. "A docter couldn't have done better himself." He murmered.

    He sighed, sitting on the bed for at least 35 minutes before he got up. Thinking was a bad idea, he could get lost in his thoughts later. Leaving the room he crossed the hallway and went into the room across the hall. It was stuffy in there. He turned the lights on and the over-head fan. Dust flew up everywhere. He caughed, waving his hand in front of his face. He went to the window and opened it up. Next he recoved the protective seets from all of the furniture. Including the bed, TV, radio, and a reclyning chair in the corner.

     After a few hours of cleaning and straightening things up, James stood in the dorrway, looking at all of his hard work. It looked pretty good in here, like it had been kept for years. He yawned and headed back to his own bedroom. He wondered where that guy had gotten off to. But he was too exhausted to go look for him right now. He hoped that Genisses would remember him telling him about the room across from his. "*censored*." He murmered, already half asleep, he didn't tell him about the room. oh well. He got up, scribbled a note on a piece of paper and taped it to his door. He fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.

The note read:

I cleaned the room just across the hall.
Its yours if you're staying the night.
-James

(( Absolutely. T3T ANd my inability to spell anyting right XD ))

     James dreamed about his parents, before they became scienties and were just regular people. They used to pay attention to him and ask him how his day had been every day after school at dinner time. His father took him fishing in the pond whenever he could, and his mother taught him a few recipies here and there. It was nice, he smiled in his sleep.

     But, slowly, his dream started to get darker. He dreamed about the first time his father told him to get out of his office. "James go play I'm busy working." He said, waving a hand full of papers in his face. He dreamed the first time his mother didn't cook diner herself, but got something from a restuarant. They moved suddenly, ripping him away from his friends and moved into the mansion he lived in now. Alone. They didn't ask him what he did after school, they locked themselves up in their lab. They refused to tell him their new job. They just said it was "important"

     He dreamed eating alone at the diner table. Keeping all of his problems bottled up because no one cared. He was made fun of at school, the teachers would watch but do nothing. He finally dropped out of school, and his parrents didn't notice. He doesn't remember the recipies his mother taught him, or how to unhook a fish anymore. He basically lived alone.

     And finally, he dreamed of what happened earlier that day. When he had went into his father's lab, just to see his face. His father had thrown thing at him and told him to leave and never come back. "You weren't supposed to ever see these things!" He had yelled. Shutting off computer screend and turning papers over. Screaming. James fled, and soon after that guy with the gun had come after him. He sat up in his bed, his clothed stuck to his body and his hair stuck to his face. He was panting, looking around the room.

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"You think too much, therfore, ahve awkward dreams,"  Genesis was leaning agaisnt the door, arms crossed, eyes closed. 

 "Do you want me to get you som,ething?"

James almost had a heart attack and fell into the floor. "Damn it Genesis!" He said, throwing a pillow at the door but missed since he didn't aim. "Knock or something next time will you?" He stood up and looked at the clock. It wasn't pluged in so it didn't say anthing. "Figures." He mumbled.

"I don't need anything. Thanks." James said, sitting at the foot of his bed. "And I can't help it if I think, Im used to that." He said. He ruffled his hear and looked at him. "Did I wake you up?" He asked, embarr*censored*ed that he had seen him have a nightmare.

"Yes. I dreamt what you dreamt.  Then when I thought you needed me, I came to help,"  He said pickign up the pillow and walking over to James, sitting at the foot of his bed, placign the pillow next to him.

"Don't be ambaras sed, we all have nightmars,"  He said tryign to ease thigns for him.

James sighed, picking up the pillow and tossing it to the other end of his bed.  "Yeah well-" then it occured to him that Genesis had said that he dreamt the same thing.

 "What do you mean you had the same dream as me?" He asked, looking over at him.

"Oh.." James looked back at the floor, "Sorry... so uh... you saw..?" he asked. It was a stupid question, especially since Genesis had basically spelled it out hor him. I  J-U-S-T  H-A-D      T-H-E  S-A-M-E  D-R-E-A-M  A-S  Y-O-U

"Sorry, stupid question. But... I kinda wish you hadn't." He got up and went to plug the clock back in. He switched on the lamp that was on his night stand and pulled the blanket back onto the bed. "So," He said, changing the subject. "Why are you here? Not to be rude or anything. Do I need to pay you?" He asked. "you said you're hereto protect me. But from what? What do I need to be protected from?"

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"No.  I do not want the money anymore,"   He replied non-chalantly.

"I'm here to protect you from anything that is tryign to kill you, really.  But I believe my brother might be next, because your poarent's experimented on and killed his son,"  He said boredly.

"And I rarely take offence to anything,"

James switched on the lamp and unwrapped his fingure again. Dipping it in more Alcohol to clean it. He hated his parents, they had caused nothing but truble for him and everyone else around them. "Then why are you here and not with your brother?" He asked sadly.

"If I were you... I'd leave me here." He dried his fingure and wrapped it back up again. e sighed, he was such a clutz. Good thing he knew how to take care of himself or he wouldn't be standing here.

(( He sounds like me! XD ))

(Finger. xD  I laugh everytime you spell it fingure. XD

And yes, I'm self-efficient with wound-care myself. :3)

"Because, my brother can't kill your parent's, so he's going to try and kill ther next best thing, their offspring, and it's my job to protect you,"  He explained.  "And as far as me and my brother go, we don't get along....You see, apperently, in this time being gay is frowned upon for some odd reason, and Julius hates me, because it's..Uh...,.'Trendy' and I haven't done anything, but orefer one gender over the other...Are all you human's in this time so judgemental?""  He questioned, head tilted,  He didn't sound mad or upset, just confused.

(Dawwww! xD)

((AH! DX I didn't even notice I spelled it wronge!! DX ))

"I'm not." He wasn't gay, but he didn't see anything wrong with it though. Love is love. Right? He thought to himself. I don't see how you can speak for someone else. Telling others whats right and wrong. "Love is love." He repeated outloud.

((Sorry. Lame reply. >; ))

James chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we can keep me alive until then..." She started fiddling with the alarm clock again. Finally, it reset itself it read: 4:14 a.m. James tsked and went around to join Genesis by the window. He felt tired but restless at the same time. He peeked around the curtain at the full moon. "Well that explains it." He mumbled to himself, putting the curtain back into place.

He yawned, covering his mouth. "Aren't you tired? You should go back to sleep or something." He said around the yawn. He knew that he himself was't going to be able to fall asleep very easily. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his messy hair, shaking it a bit. He turned and sat in the Rocking chair that sat beside his bed. He listened to the quiet sqeak as he rocked back and forth slowly.