[private] the ruler and the killer

need the light when it's burning low

Three weeks, six days and four hours; that's how long it had been since James had nearly had his life taken from him, his arm doing so instead. James didn't really spend much time or energy thinking about much else. At first he had been weak and pathetic in his act, wanting to be alone to cry about what had happened. It wasn't like it was the end of the world, losing a limb, but James had felt the undead virus passing through his veins and start to take control of his system; of course it was going to have an emotional, lasting effect on him. But then he got angry, wanting to beat the crap out of anyone that was available and just taking it out on the punching bag that hung in the corner of his room. He had sort of locked himself away from the world for the last two weeks, refusing to see or speak to anyone except for his sister. People had tried to see him but he hadn't wanted to see anyone, spending all his waking hours either angry or lyng, wondering what would've happened if he hadn't got bitten.

He was still that angry phase, but it had calmed down a little; he no longer wanted to punch anything that moved, but instead just snapped a lot. The bags under his eyes were disappearing, and you could tell that he was started to at least get better as there was a blushing tint to his face and mouse layered lightly in his wavy brown hair. He had managed to get dressed as well, a rucksack on his back whilst wearing his usual leather jacket and tight jeans that were covered in rips and holes. The only difference now was that, when he passed campers on the paths, they didn't just throw their scared look at him but only one of sympathy and confusion as they saw the one sleeve that hung flat, limp and empty.

Taking a quick look around, James slowly edged up behind the cabins when he was sure that no one was looking; it was early morning, about seven o'clock, and there wasn't any chance that most would be up. There were grey clouds overcasting the camp and James was one of the only ones up, which was an advantage. Pulling up behind cabin six, the son of Ares pulled up one of the windows that led into the nerd's cabin and started to clamber inside, only realising once he got in that he had climbed into the girls dorm, many pairs of young girl's eyes opening and fixing on him. One of them yelled, and others told him to get out as they all knew full well who he was, but James just swore at them all and barged out further into the smartass cabin.

Shoving one kid to the side with a brush of his arm, spitting "Move, Nerd", James knocked on the door leading to Faye's room once before just barging in. She was probably going to hurt him or yell at him for just walking in, but he didn't care right now; he had refused to see her for the last few weeks and he wasn't really thinking straight right now.

"Faye." He said loudly to wake her up, slamming her bedroom door behind him so nosy nerds couldn't hear and flicking her light on, "I'm leaving.

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if i die young

James' first reaction was to let his blue eyes sweep over the Athenian girl as she woke up, his mind suddenly letting go of all of the abnormal, twisted thoughts that they seemed to be clinging onto and instead thinking the hormonal, indecent thoughts that a normal sixteen year old should be thinking. But, even though those thoughts stayed, they moved to the back of his mind as he turned his face away, letting his backpack fall onto the floor as if he owned the place. He practically did own the place; it was his camp in his mind, right?

Leaning against the desk that seemed to still be intact, there was about a metre and a bit of distance between the two teenagers, and James found himself watching the girl to look for a reaction. His gaze wasn't warm exactly - he didn't know if he could even manage warmth right now - but there was a look upon him that was different to the way he looked at others. He had more time for Faye. Because, believe him or not, she was probably the reason he hadn't packed up and left before, and she was the reason he was even alive right now. He cared about her a lot, and it was surprising because he had never thought he would be able to care for someone as much as he did now before. Especially someone completely opposite; she was smart and good and pure and compassionate, and he was harsh and mean and defensive and a bully.

"I can't stay here any longer." he got out, keeping his eyes on faye the whole time. He didn't want to be the first one to make a move, seeing as he always seemed to be the first, and he wanted to see if she would do that so he kept the distance between them. "So I just packed up everything I need in that bag and I'm ready to go. My brother's unknowingly lending me a car for a bit to get into New York. I don't know what I'll do when I'm out there...I'll figure something out." Even though he wasn't sure what to do at this point during his plan, it was still clear that James had thought this through a lot, and he was starting to gush it out. "If I can somehow get to Miami, I can get some money of my grandparents up there. Maybe enough for a flight back to London."

His eyes had wandered as he had become lost in thought, and they drifted back to the pretty girl when his jaw clenched somewhat. His right hand started to play with the empty sleeve leaning off his left elbow, not really thinking, "But, if I leave...I'm not coming back."

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if i die young

Whether returning to London was a good idea on James' part was debateable; he was grew up in the famous city, true, but he had also left behind a lot of demons in that city. He hadn't seen his mother in years and didn't even know if she had gotten past her addiction, and he hadn't exactly had the best upbringing. It was home for him, but a home that was covered in enemies and scattered with few to no friends. But he never really seemed to be able to stay anywhere, and always found trouble.

But he had thinking about this a lot over the past few days, and he had realized how much he had changed finally; he had gone from being a superficial, relatively-harmless boy to the harsh, angry young man he was now, and he wasn't sure whether he liked that. It was all because of coming to Camp, he was sure. And he wanted to fix it; he wanted to calm the heck down and just live again, because he knew that if he carried on the way he was going, he was going to end up behind bars.

"It sounds far when you say it like that." James allowed, shrugging somewhat and watching the girl from his place against the desk, "But it's only a few hours on a plane. It's the only place that's really my home, Faye." he scratched the side of his face, wanting to tear his gaze away from the grey orbs yet finding it difficult to, "And it's not like we'll never see each-other again. I mean...if we're really meant to be together or and of that bull, then don't they say that you find each-other again? Something crap like that anyway."

"I just thought you should know."

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