Everything Looks Better In The Rain - Sequel

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Wahey sequel. Didn´t have much to do in the time I couldn´t get online so here it is!!

Everything Looks Better In The Rain
Sequel

Agent Number One

He slid the dark shades in front of his eyes, and ran a hand through his bleached blonde hair. A small, silver earring in his left ear, the silver necklace around his neck, the leather wristband he wore; nothing seemed to be abnormal about this man. However, looks can be deceiving.
The dim lit London streets made it all seem somewhat darker that it actually was. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, the blue light on the screen lit up as he flipped it open and brought it to his ear.
“Hey babe,” He whispered, a soft smile curling around the corners of his mouth as he spoke the words.
“Hi Jay.” A sweet girl’s voice said. “You on your way home?” She asked.
“Yeah, just around the corner. I’ll be there in five.” He told the girl. They said their goodbye’s and he slid the phone back into the pocket of his jeans. He hid his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, the jacket rustling as he did so. He turned the corner at Half Moon Lane. Within a few steps, he halted at a small, cute little house, opening the low white wooden gates and making his way over the path that lead to the front door. The crunching sound that his shoes made on the gravel path, made the person that lived in the house aware that someone was coming home. The porch got lit by a lamp hanging next to the front door, the door got opened by a girl with brown, shoulder length, wavy hair and sparkling green eyes. She was wearing a white, over-sized bathrobe that hung loosely around her body and showed the pinkish nightgown that was covered in sweet, red little hearts. Her arms flung around the man’s neck and she hugged him tight, as if she hadn’t seen him in months. He kissed her on the forehead, took her hand and closed the door behind him as soon as he got in.
“So, how was your day at the office?” She asked, sitting him down on the cream coloured sofa in the living room. As she waited for an answer, she went to the kitchen to get him some tea and a biscuit. She smiled as she put it down on the coffee table. “Well?” The man looked dreamingly to the television that was switched off. “James?” The girl tried. “Earth to James.” She tried once more, waving her hand in front of his face as she sat down next to him. ‘James’ found it hard to lie to his girl’s face. He’d blow if this was going to last any longer and tell her everything.
“Oh, sorry. Just a bit tired.” He smiled and let out a deep sigh. He avoided the question as much as possible and swung his arm over the girl’s shoulder to pull her closer to him.
“So how was it? Busy day?” She asked. “Did the boss make you work late again? I hate it when he does that.” She grumbled and cuddled up to his chest. He stroked her hair, fiddling with it in between his fingers.
“It was okay, I guess.” He finally answered after a long pause. “Just very long, and hard, and tiring, and…” He dozed off, his hand holding a firm grip on the girl’s shoulder.
“James, you should go to bed. I don’t want you to get back pains again from sleeping on the sofa.” The girl whispered and softly poked in between his ribs.
“Yeah, I know.” He replied, pulled back his arm and stood up. “You coming with me?” The girl nodded and followed him up the stairs and to the bathroom.
He squirted a bit of toothpaste onto the brush and firmly began to brush his teeth. The arms of the girl slipped around his stomach and gently began to rub it. His eyelids were already closing as it was and an exercise in bed wouldn’t make the situation better.
“Not tonight, Emma. I’m knackered.” He protested and broke himself free from her hug.
“You’re always knackered.” The girl, Emma, mumbled and followed him to the bedroom, where James stripped to his boxers and made himself comfortable in the bed. Emma snuggled up to him and rested her arm on his stomach, where it went up and down with the breathing of James. He closed his eyes with the thought that he could’ve had a wife and a child walking around at this very moment.

Flashes shot in front of his eyes. Back to the rooftop, back in the rain. Her deep, sea-blue eyes were filled with fear as she stood eye to eye with the man who was about to kill her. “Matthew!” Someone yelled. “Just fucking do it! Get it over with!” The girl’s hands moved to her stomach, closing her eyes for a small second, then reopening them. James’ heart skipped a beat; he knew all too well what was hiding in her stomach, safe and sound from everything bad in the world. “Matt!” He didn’t think, he emptied his brain and shot the bullet out of his gun, penetrating the flesh where it would kill. With a silent thump she fell down onto the wet gravel, her white dress no longer white, but red from the blood that seeped through the cotton material.
Then to the dark room where he was tied up with his ankles and his hands onto a chair.
“So you killed her. Cold-blooded. One shot was enough for her to die at your feet.” The man took a drag from his cigarette.
Another flash.
“You stole my sister away from me.” Shock. “I’m not ever going to forgive you for that.” Shock. “You killed her baby.” Shock.

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James woke up heavily breathing and with the sweat on his back running down his spine. He had to get out, away from it all. Away from everything. He looked aside him; his girl was peacefully sleeping, with her back turned to him. She didn’t know anything about his past life, his past in general really. She didn’t know about his unborn child, his dead girlfriend, the tortures he’d been through. She didn’t know about the life he lead now either. She thought he was working at an office downtown, that he had lived up in Southend until he was aged nineteen, that he’d been working at his father’s office for as long as he knew. But Emma didn’t know anything at all.
He slipped on his jeans and pulled a t-shirt over his head, he tied the shoe laces of his shoes as he got down and was at the front door. He picked his keys up and hid them in his pocket, the door softly closing as he went out the door and into the dark night.
A soft breeze made him shiver and think back to the night he killed his girlfriend; the only woman he had ever loved. Truly loved, with all his heart. He loved Emma, sure he did, but it wasn’t the same. Not the same, strong love he had had for Amy. He loved Emma, but was not truly in love with her. She was just part of the show.

James had a whole new identity given after he’d seen his once best friend carried dead out the dark room and he’d left the building.
Before, he was known as Matthew Willis. Only Matt for true friends. Charlie’d called him Matt. Charlie’d called himself his best friend. And all in the meantime he’d been ganging up against him with the father of his girlfriend. Only to get even with him for something he didn’t even know he was doing wrong.
Now he was James McKenzie. Called after Amy’s brother and some teacher he once had a crush on. Only Jay for true friends. Emma called him Jay. Was she a friend? Was she not ganging up against him for something he didn’t know he was doing wrong? James had a hard time trusting people. After all, his best friend made him kill his future wife and child, and tried to kill him for it afterwards. It’d taken a couple of years before James was able to trust people again. It’d taken even longer before he thought he could fall in love again. Emma’d been there at the right time. When he needed someone to hug, to kiss, to sleep with. That’s all she was there for anyway. He could never see himself as a father of their children. What kind of father would he be if he’d killed his first?
He wouldn’t have noticed an atom bomb exploding into his face, as deep in thought as he was. When he got pulled into the bushes close to the park, however, he woke up.
“They found him. You need to track him down, get some answers and kill him on the spot. For details, go and see The Old One.” He got whispered into his ear by a strange man. For some reason, James knew exactly what and who he was talking about. James only gave a simple nod, straightened his clothes and ran as fast as he could to the building where his old life had ended, and his new life had begun.

James sat down in the smaller leather chair in front of the bigger one. Cigar smoke curled up to the ceiling, and the chair turned to James.
“I see you got the message?” A man with grey hair, so grey that it looked almost white, said and smiled. James nodded and folded his hands. “Good,” The old man said and stubbed out his cigar in the round, black ashtray on his desk. “Now, don’t get me wrong, Matthew, but he needs to be eliminated. By you. To get even. You got that?” James nodded. “I know he’s my son, but he hurt you, killed my-” He got interrupted.
“I know, get it on with. Where is he?” James asked annoyed, but eagerly.
“Holland. Amsterdam.” The old man said and shoved a file over the desk to James. “Take a few good looks into that, go and see Dee, pack your stuff, say bye to Emma and take the 10am plane to Amsterdam tomorrow morning. Got that?” The old man informed. James nodded, took the file and stood up. He turned on his heels and walked to the door.
“Good luck, Matthew.” James gave a weak smile and left the office, took the elevator all the way down to the underground department and walked in a massive room. Everything was sterile white, or metal, several machine sounds could be heard but were drowned out by a loud scream.
“Argh!” The voice went. “Why can’t you just WORK, you bloody thing!” James laughed to himself and tapped the person in a white coat on the shoulder, making the person jump. “Matt!” The woman yelped as she jumped up and down and hugged James tight. Her half long brown hair, with green - God knows who did that to her – streaks, was tied up in a ponytail, her brown eyes looking through her glasses. “Haven’t seen you in a bit, have I?” She asked, the annoying tone that had once driven James insane, was now actually quite comforting. In a way.
“Nope,” James answered. “Not in like what, five years?” He laughed and swung an arm around her shoulders. “Anyway, how is my little professor, Daisy?” The woman screwed up her face.
“I don’t get called Dee for nothing, Matthew.” She tutted. “But I’m alright. I’ve got some really cool gadgets for you!” Again, she jumped with excitement and pulled James with her to a metal table where some ordinary tools were spread out. But knowing Dee, they must be extraordinary.
“This, Matthew my friend,” She began as she held up a normal looking pen and inspected it. “is actually a very expensive pen and I lost it weeks ago!” She brought out and put it in her pocket. She cleared her throat and picked up a mobile phone.
“Don’t tell me that’s yours either, Dee, because else there will be nothing left for me!” James joked, but Dee – apparently – didn’t find it funny and gave him a very dirty look. As far as she could give dirty looks anyway. It looked more like she was pulling a funny face at him.

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“No, Matthew. This is a very special mobile phone.” She said mysteriously. “Because if you open it,” She showed him how to open the phone, which wasn’t as easy as you’d think. “there’s a whole load of ammunition for it inside.” She ran her fingers over ten small, silver bullets and smiled to herself. “To use this piece of machinery as a weapon, press the zero and two at the same time to unlock the gun mode and do the same to lock it again.” She handed it over to James, who slid the phone into his pocket. “But of course you can phone with it as well.” She shrugged and moved over to the next object. This was, what seemed like a packet of cigarettes. Next to that was an umbrella.
“Alright, this you know from last time. Cigarettes are bombs, press the tip to start the timer. Umbrella shoots poison. You know the drill.” She all gave them to James, who didn’t really know where to put all of this. Then, she pulled open a drawer and got several guns out. None of which James had never seen before. “Blah, blah, blah. Same old, same old. Here’s the familiar suitcase.” She said and pulled out a square, metal suitcase and placed every gadget inside. Once locked, she shoved it towards James. “Have a nice trip and it was very nice seeing you again.” She was about to walk away when something crossed her mind. “Oh, and you can call me anytime if you get confused with the gadgets. Number’s in the phone.” She winked and walked off to work on her next big project.

With the suitcase in his left hand, the file clutched in his right, he walked through the darkness of Half Moon Lane. The porch light was lit, the living room was lit as well, which meant that Emma was up. James took a deep breath and let himself in the house.
“Where the hell have you been? I was bloody worried, James!” Her eyes rolled over him, the file, the suitcase. “What’s that you’ve got in your hands?” She made a small gesture towards the suitcase and the file. James’ brain was on full speed. He couldn’t possibly lie to her; she’d probably want to see what was in it. He put the suitcase down onto the coffee table, the file on top of it, then made a huge decision.
“Pack your bags, we’re going to Amsterdam.” Emma just looked at him, her eyes set on confused, but filled with excitement all the same. “Plane leaves at 10am, so we need to hurry.” He explained, taking a glance at his watch; 3am. Emma nodded, still not sure what was happening, but stood up from the sofa, walked to the stairs, and climbed the first three steps up.
“You’ll have to explain this to me on the way.” James nodded, followed his girlfriend up the stairs to pack his bags.

The girl behind the desk inspected James’ plane ticket, then looked into the computer.
“Sir, correct me if I’m wrong, but did you have another ticket reserved for the lady?” James thought for a moment; no, he hadn’t. He didn’t have the time. “It has a message as well, ‘I knew you were going to take her with you’, whatever the hell that means.” James laughed softly; the old man knew him too well.
“Yes, I have.” He simply said, before taking both the plane tickets and Emma and him made their way to the security.
The man took a few glances on their passports before he let them through. Going through the scanners, quickening their pace as the announcement came that the passengers for flight EZY5109 could start boarding at gate 501.
James’ heart was beating heavily in his chest as they arrived at gate 501, and he had the feeling that if it was going to thump any faster, that it would break out his chest and fall right onto the floor, bouncing through the gate and in the plane.
When they’d finally sat down, and James could catch up on his breath, he fastened his seatbelt and looked over to Emma, who was obviously enjoying all of the excitement. As he was looking at her, Emma was inspecting the airhostesses, pulling out the trades, played with her seatbelt and bobbed up and down like a little kid. As soon as the motors started running, however, her face turned pale and the excitement drained from her face to her toes.
“Emma, you alright?” James asked, brushing a strain of hair out of her face. She nodded and within a minute or so, she had regained her composure, and sat in silence in her seat.
“James, what are we doing on the plane to Amsterdam in the first place?” She silently asked, her face turning to his, a questioning look spread over her delicate face. James cleared his throat and blinked a few times.
“Well, Emma. I don’t really work at an office.” He said calmly. “I didn’t grow up in Southend.” A short pause. “My dad died when I was six.” Another pause. Emma took this all in, with the occasional nod. “I’m not James.” He said. “I’m not James McKenzie. I’m Matthew Willis.” A look of pure horror washed over Emma’s face. “I’m a secret agent.” He said lightly and felt relieved that he’d finally told her.
“In those one and half years, you’ve never told me?” She asked, her tone was also light, but slightly angry as well.
“It isn’t called ‘secret’ agent for nothing, Emma.” Matthew whispered; no one was supposed to know.
“And we’re going to Amsterdam because you’re on a mission or something?” Matthew nodded. Emma’s face turned into a more excited look than he’d ever seen. “Please, can I go with you, James? Please?” She begged. Matthew smiled.
“Erm, you’re on the plane to Amsterdam with me, Emma. I think you’re already in it to your ears.”

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They got dropped off in front of the Hilton Hotel with a taxi. The hotel towered up high in the sky; Matthew got shivers down his spine as he thought of how high it was. The windows on the front side of the hotel shimmered in the bright sunlight and mirrored the rest of the city. As they got out, a bellboy came to pick up their luggage. Emma had obviously taken too much; two full suitcases that they had to sit on to close them. Matthew had been more sufficient with what he’d packed; one small, blue suitcase had done the trick. Aside from his metal suitcase of course. The lounge was quite large; several leather sofas spread across the room, with here and there a small glass table that had some random magazines on it. The room smelt of flowers, which wasn’t so strange, seeing that it was filled with vases with beautiful red, yellow and pink flowers in them.
The elevator took them to the eleventh floor where Matthew swept the card through the card reader. The room itself was enormous; two separate rooms for the bathroom and a walk-in closet. In the middle of the room was a double bed with silk, soft red sheets, with on either side a Mahoney night cabinet, that both had a small reading light on them, one had a phone on it. By the end of the bed, was a small glass table that looked like the one they’d seen in the lounge. It had the rules of the hotel on red plasticized paper. Next to it was that same red plasticized paper, but with what to do in emergency situations in Dutch, French, German and English. Romantic red carpet covered the floor, trimmed with black borders on the sides. Right behind the bed were two gigantic windows that gave a view over the whole of Amsterdam.
The phone next to the bed rang, Emma shot up from the ground, where she’d been looking through her stuff in one of her suitcases. Nevertheless, Matthew pushed her back onto the ground, and picked up the phone.
“Hello?” He said, not really knowing who to expect on the other end.
“Ah, I hear you have arrived then.” The voice on the other end went. Matthew immediately recognised it as the one of the old man, his boss. “Good. The instructions are in the file I gave you. Have you looked through it?” He asked, but not wanting an answer. “Just do as it tells you.” With that, the old man hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” Emma asked. Matthew shook his head.
“No one. Where’s that file?” Emma looked around and found her handbag. She pulled out the file and handed it over to Matthew. He opened it, spread the papers on the bed and looked for something. Emma was looking over his shoulder.
“You know that this is actually strictly secret, don’t you?”
“Uh-uh.” She answered, as she picked up a photo. “Is this the guy?” She asked. Matthew nodded and looked at the photo. He’d never seen the man, but he recognised the blue eyes, the blonde, darkish hair and the suit he was wearing. Although Matthew only had ever seen the man’s elbows and the cigar smoke circling up the ceiling – just like the man’s father did – something inside him told him that this was the man who’d made him kill the woman he loved.
“Can I ask you something, James? I mean, Matthew?” She pulled up an eyebrow and sat down on the bed, opposite of Matthew who was squatted down in front of it. “I can call you Matthew right?” Matthew smiled.
“Well, that’s my name so I guess you can.” He winked and sat down next to her.
“What makes this man so bad that you have to search for him? I assume that you have to kill him as well?” Matthew thought for a moment. He’d told her who he was anyway, why not tell her the rest of his mission too? Matthew took Emma’s hand in his and squeezed it gently.
“It’s a long story, but to cut it short,” He paused. “he and my best friend made me kill my pregnant girlfriend. He was my boss at the office, his father is now my boss. He fled and is now in Amsterdam.” He said it so quickly, that Emma had to listen very carefully to understand what he was saying. When everything had registered in her brain, she took a deep breath and let go of Matthew’s hand.
“You- you killed your pregnant girlfriend?” She looked onto her hands as she fiddled with her fingers.
“They made me do it. There’s nothing I could do.” Matthew put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “Making me kill her was already my punishment. I’d never do anything to hurt you Emma, honest.” He kissed her on her cheek. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Now Emma was in this as well, he felt more love towards her than ever. She hadn’t tried to leave him, nor slap him in the face when he told her he’d been lying to her all this time, not to mention he murdered his own flesh and blood.
“I don’t understand.” Emma sniffed. “How could you shoot a woman that is pregnant? With your own bloody baby!” She hollered in Matthew’s chest.
“That’s my job, Emma. You have to understand.” He tried to explain, but failing miserably and making Emma cry even louder.
“Would you kill me if they told you to?” She sniffed and looked up with tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes. He caressed her cheek and smiled weakly.
“Not ever. You mean the world to me. I’ve learned from my mistakes.” And the hard way, as well.

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Hand in hand they walked down the PC Headstreet in Amsterdam. Matthew had told her to do some serious shopping before they came down to the reason they were really there. With his eyes hid behind the familiar dark shades, his hair spiked up and a new girl on his side, he walked happily, with more than the usual bounce in his step, down the street, getting pulled to shops and looking through the shop windows.
Matthew already practically felt his credit card getting sucked empty as he watched Emma showing him some ‘beautiful tops that she had to have!’. He looked around bored and picked out some things that he liked for Emma to wear, when his eye fell on someone that he recognised. With the bright green top clutched in his hand, he ran over to the dressing rooms and pushed himself in the cubicle where Emma was changing.
“What on earth? James, what the hell are you doing!” She screeched. Matthew shushed her with two fingers on her lips.
“Shh. He’s here.” He whispered and pushed himself closer to Emma. His arms were around her waist and he was whispering into her neck. Emma giggled.
“James, we’re in a shop, for God’s sake. You can’t-”
“Shh!” Matthew hissed and held his hand over her mouth. His chest pressed to hers, and with one arm around her waist, it must’ve been a really weird sight for the person that would open the curtain to reveal a loved up couple that looked like they were about to get it on in an expensive shop. Emma’s eyes found his, and the twinkling in them disappeared and made place for pure fear. After a minute or so, Matthew removed his hand from her mouth, letting Emma breathe normally again.
“How do you mean, he’s here?” She whispered, her voice was croaky and Matthew could sense a tone of fear. “Who’s here?”
“The guy. The guy I’m supposed to-” He stopped. “You know.” He formed a gun out of his hand and held it to his temple.
“Oh.” Emma simply said. She seemed to think. “Well, you want me to look if he’s gone?” Matthew shook his head vigorously.
“No. No, no, no. We have to follow him.” He looked at the curtain and held it aside so he could sneak through the gap. “We can’t let him escape.” He opened his black jacket and revealed a gun. He took it out and put it under the waistband of his jeans. “Come on.” He grabbed Emma’s hand and was about to pull her out of the dressing room when she refused to move an inch.
“James, I can’t.” Matthew looked over to her.
“What? Why not?” Then he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a top. He picked up the one that she’d been wearing before and pressed it to her chest. “Just hurry, okay?” Emma nodded and Matthew left her in the cubicle and waited for her outside the dressing rooms.
Just after a minute, Emma joined him and grasped his hand.
“Ready.” She mumbled. She pulled her sunglasses off of her head and put them on her nose. They left the shop in complete silence and looked around for the man. Emma nodded in the direction of McDonald’s, where the man had just turned the corner and into an alley. They quickened their pace, practically running down the street and halting there where the man had turned. Matthew looked around the corner to see if the coast was clear, then nudged Emma to follow him. They saw the man enter a building, that was on the left side of the alley. The adrenaline rushed through Matthew’s veins, as he put the door on ajar and peeked through. There was an utter darkness inside and he pulled the door open, pulling his gun out of the waistband of his jeans and aiming into the darkness. He felt the hand on his waist remove and a suppressed scream followed.
“James!” Emma screamed. A light got switched on that lit most of the room he was in; it was comparable to the room he had been held in all those years ago to get tortured.
A man, that man, was holding Emma by her waist, tightly, and pressed a gun at her temple with his other hand.
“James, eh?” The man asked, both his eyebrows raised, but still that mean grin across his face. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Almost hadn’t recognised you there, son.” He said, as he pulled Emma back to his body when she was trying to get away. “New name, new appearance, new girl. I’d almost say you started a new life.” He snickered and pulled the trigger. Emma jerked with fear. “There’s one bullet in there. I shot one. How many left, Matthew?” Matthew said nothing, and aimed at the man. “I take that as an ‘I don’t know’.” He said and pulled the trigger again.
“James, you said you wouldn’t let anyone hurt me.” Emma cried out, in the hope that he’d free her.
“Just fucking do it! Get it over with!” The man yelled. When Mathew still hadn’t moved an inch, he pulled the trigger once more. “We’re getting close now, Matthew.”
“Matthew, please.” The girl pleaded. Matthew held his gun aimed at the girl, his brain on full speed. If this was the girl he was supposedly in love with, should he kill her? If he didn’t, he would get killed himself. He loved her so much he would kill for her, but his own life was more dear to him than any other life on earth. Aside from Emma’s. He aimed, loaded the gun, and pulled the trigger. A deadly scream filled the room, letting it echo at least twenty times round. At first, Matthew wasn’t sure who’d shot; him or the man. But when the smoke cleared up, and someone cried with pain, he knew that he’d done it.

The house was filled with laughter and the wooden floor was covered in dirt and spilled birthday cake.
“Look, daddy, look! Look what Auntie Daisy got me!” The small girl with a high brown ponytail yelped and ran over to her dad to sit on his lap. She shoved a pretty doll in his face, that had long brown hair and was wearing a white summer dress. “It can talk too!” The girl pressed a button on the back of the doll.
“Hello, Angel. You look pretty today.” It said. The girl smiled broadly and gave her dad a hug. The buzzing inside of his pocket made him aware of the real world.
“Hello?” He said, pressing the phone to his ear and letting the little girl slide off his lap and over to her mother.
“Hello Agent number one. Are you ready to go?” An old, croaky voice said on the other end.
“Yes, I am.” He said and hung up the phone. He walked over to his wife, kissed her and whispered something into her ear.
“Love you.” He whispered as he brushed a strain of brown hair out of her delicate face.
“Love you too.” She replied, a weak smile across her face. “Be careful.” She whispered into his ear and kissed him softly on the lips.
“With what? I can only get run over, Emma.” He winked and left the house, the metal suitcase clutched in his hand, a file in his other.

Get in. Get out. Get even.

[Minz]

HEYYY!!! WOT A GENIUS FIC!

The professor, eh where did you get that from LMFAOOO

Lovin it, now you have to write like a prequel or something ;D

[the_admin]

I thought Daisy would make a good professor . Who says that I meant you by it?

Thankoo btw ;D

I MIGHT write a prequel MIGGGHHHTTTT! Actually, it's quite a good idea

[Kolakube]

Hmmmm and a girlfriend called Emma! ;D lol, do you mean a prequel to the sequel or a prequel to the first one?

[Minz]

Kim said:

I thought Daisy would make a good professor . Who says that I meant you by it?

Thankoo btw ;D

I MIGHT write a prequel MIGGGHHHTTTT! Actually, it's quite a good idea

NOOOO, I mean who in this world wud have green hair

[the_admin]

Mizzdude said:

NOOOO, I mean who in this world wud have green hair

Erm... You?

Kolakube said:

do you mean a prequel to the sequel or a prequel to the first one?

Prequel to the first one, I'm halfway there already. I'm not going to make it too long, though. Just a quick run through of his life and how he ended up killing the girl..

Kolakube said:

Hmmmm and a girlfriend called Emma! ;D lol

Ah yes, you're one of my favourite characters man! I just Emma whenever I feel like it, and yeah - you know, you happen to be called Emma, lol.

*gets AMAZINGLY yelled at by mother because Kim is still behind the computer (and watching a recorded talkshow thing) and when everyone goes to bed, Kim should go as well. Obviously NOT!*

[Minz]

Kim said:

Erm... You?



Prequel to the first one, I'm halfway there already. I'm not going to make it too long, though. Just a quick run through of his life and how he ended up killing the girl..

YES ME, lol

I think in the prequel you should say if James really hates his sister because I don't think he does and I wanted to know that! Lol!

[the_admin]

One) That didn't really make sense to me, and two) I've already finished the prequel (sort of) so you're a bit late now . PLUS! I'm doing a 'Charlie's story' thingy, which is also halfway there, so YAYYY!!!

[Kolakube]

I'm you're favourite character, ;D For some reason that made me laugh!

Yay, this is shaping up to be a massive box set!