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This is the story of James, the father of Blake (Shrunk with your Girlfriend/GTS main character)
CHAPTER 2: JAMES' YOUNG DAYS...AND THE END OF HIS NEW LIFE... James started a whole new life, with his new friend Steven, who even taught him fighting techniques based on military style (his father's) and his own, which was very similar to James', all this made him a better fighter. The years passed, a lot of things happened, it passed the secondary, where James showed his fighting skills against a bunch of bullies who tried to threaten him and show everyone they were the best ones, but he almost always won, sometimes he lost in extreme disadvantages (numerical, they fought him being injured, or overwhelming physical advantages, like some guys who were really big and strong, as Ivan, who would fight Blake several years after...) Sometimes Steven appeared to help out and they both fighting along were almost unbeatable. They were comrades, fighting partners, brothers...and best friends. James was living his best times, he enjoyed really that lifestyle, his life was now fullfilled, he had a family, a house, a brother and a best friend...Even after allthose years he was still grateful to his new family by everything. But which they didn't know was that everything has an end, and unfortunely, this isn't always in a good way 6 years elapsed, the secondary years were gone and the high school was almost finished also. At this time, James was a very talented fighter (Maybe better than Blake, his son, because he never had a girlfriend who made him stop fighting). About love, he never took care, he was still like a child about those things, he never knew exactly how to love or something like that. So, he never met a girl who he liked. He was a lonely one and still wandered around on his free time, when he wasn't with Steven. Their friendship was becoming stronger with the years and it became more properly a brotherhood. After so many years Steven saw James as his own brother, not like the adopted boy (like James said about himself jokingly). But they didn't know what their lives were about to change. One day, when they returned from school, they looked at their house, it seemed strange, the door was open and seemed like there was nobody, when they entered, they saw a great disorder and they both felt that something was wrong, then, they saw Claire's (Steven's' mother) dead body lying on the floor. Steven and James couldn't believe it, they got closer to her and checked that she was definitively gone...Steven felt like he wanted to cry but for some reason he couldn't, he just felt a deep grief in the deepest of his soul... James walked around the house and went to their parent's room, a faint voice talked to him inmediately, it was Bruce, his adoptive father who said -"James..."- -"What is it dad?"- James answered very worried -"...p-please...take care of Steven...you're the only one who is still left on the whole world to him..."- -"B..But what are you saying? We'll call an ambulance, please don't give up, we'll get you to an hospital"- James was grabbing the phone and Bruce interrupted him again -"...cough...No...James...It's no use...I'm dying..."- James remained silent and put the phone again on its place, it seemed that they were understanding mutually from the deepest from their soul. After all, they weren't much different,they both grew up alone, as modern warriors, fighting alone their own battles. something that Steven may not understand because of the blood link. -"...I've lived my life, James...please take my words...take care of Steven...I'm sorry for leaving you alone this drastically but this is the way it had to happen..."- -"Al least, please...tell me, what happened?"- -"Uh...ough...a...a traitor who was planning to kidnap you both...he came to the house...and that damned one killed Claire...I fought him...but...cough!...there was no use...I defeated him and he deployed a knife...I hit him many times but he could slash me...after that he slashed me again on the throat...ugh..."- -"Dammit"- James muttered and Bruce continued -"You mean...that you died to save us"- James asked finally, Bruce nodded, then James grabbed his hand and understood why he didn't want to go to an hospital...a true warrior accepts his defeat and only that...James for some reason understood that perfectly...that Bruce didn't want to get there, anyways, he would suffer much pain and probably would die in any way, so, he decided to lie in there, in his own house. Bruce concluded with those words -"I don't order you to not avenge me, because I know that you and Steven will anyways...but...think about this...if you have the enough strenght to let go to the one who did this...if you've got the strenght to forgive him...James...you'll be a true warrior...if you are able to spare the life of the one who did this...you'll understand everything I'm saying now..."- James had still grabbed his hand, he felt himself different, and they both looked at each other, after a minute, Bruce said -"good bye...James...I was pleased to raise you...goodbye, my son..."- Bruce closed his eyes finally...to never awake... Steven came some minutes after and realized what happened, but after all, James didn't tell all what Bruce told him, because he probably wouldn't understand and would be blinded by the rage. The police and the ambulances arrived several minutes after, the paramedics declared Claire and Bruce Harrison dead at that same place...the policemen asked some questions to the two boys and then left. Steven decided to look forward the one who did this, the one who dared to kill his mother, his father...and leaving him alone in the world... James put his hand over Steven's shoulder... and said -"Maybe we'll look for that monster, the one who did this...but that will have to be another day...let's go..."-
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