It's Monday morning. The time is 9:15. Emily has a ten o'clock final, and she will be leaving her characters at home for a couple of hours. Will they be able to behave themselves while she is gone...?
"Alright, I'm almost ready to go. Let's go over what I want you to do today, James." Emily said as she was putting on her coat.
"You want me to start lunch, so it'll be ready when you get back, feed the cat, transfer the towels to the dryer, and make sure no one does anything that could cause the end of the world." He recited perfectly and gave a slight smile when he finished.
"Good. You know what to do. That should put my mind at ease till I get back." She walked over to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It had already been a stressful morning with Vincent trying to escape again; having coffee would her be in a better mood. She didn't need it to wake her up; she needed it to relax. Most of her characters make sure she's awake enough in the morning. "Oh! One more thing James, would you mind,-"
"Walk the dog. I got it." He stood by the front door holding her backpack.
"You know, I shouldn't be surprised by all of this, but you still do things that I don't expect." She smiled as she grabs her backpack from him.
"You'll never get used to it."
"Ha ha! No kidding." She opened the front door, "Considering you are the only one here capable of causing the end of the world, I wouldn't worry too much about the others. Just make sure no one finds out." She grinned and shut the door.
"That's not funny." He said as he continued to stand in front of the door.
Silence swept over the apartment. The others hadn't made their appearance yet. They were sleeping or something. Emily hadn't considered their need to sleep. James was the only one who had been recorded of sleeping, and having nightmares. James, being the one who has premonitions every day of the following day, and knowing exactly what someone is about to do before they do it. Having that ability to know has gotten him use to living with the other characters, but he couldn't say anything about it to any of them.
A head rested on his right shoulder, "You know it's rude to lie to our writer." Jeremy Caplet said. He stood behind James looking at the front door. He had the ability to read and control one's mind. However, by demand of Emily, he wasn't allowed to control anybody against their will. He and Michael Calamere were the only characters who knew of James's ability.
"It's better if she didn't know what's going to happen today." He looked to his right, Jeremy was standing right next to him, "You know it's rude to do things again Emily's will?"
"Aww, come on! I'm just going to have a bit of fun. Don't worry. I won't control your mind." He smirked and gave James a little nudge.
James began to laugh. He shook his head and spoke, "That's just the problem." He made his hand into a fist, and brought it up to Jeremy's face. Jeremy looked at James right as he swung his arm. The moment of impact, Jeremy was out and collapsed to the floor. There was a noise made by his body hitting the floor, but it wasn't loud enough for anyone else to hear. James quickly picked up his unconscious body and placed it on the couch. He covered Jeremy with a blanket and rested his head on a pillow making him look like he was asleep. James walked over to the hallway to feed the cat when he saw Edward walking down the hallway.
"Good morning, James." Ed said as he walked into the dining room, "Did Emily already leave?"
"Yeah, she had to do a couple of things to do before her final." He said casually.
"Bummer, I was hoping to ask her if I could use her computer. Oh well, I'll just hack into it myself." He turned around and started walking towards her room.
"That won't do you any good, since I removed the battery and hid the power cord. You won't be able to access the internet and do any of your 'evil' plans you are plotting." James smiled.
"How did you-?"
"It doesn't matter how I knew. What matters now is your life. Do you have your pacemaker today? I think that was the next thing that Emily had planned for you on her list of ideas. Why don't you sit peacefully on the couch next to Jeremy or else I will end your life right now."
Edward stood in astonishment, "How did you wind up being the bad guy in this situation?" He slowly walked across the room to the couch, "Why is Jeremy sleeping? He usually doesn't sleep."
"Just sit down!" James shouted.
Edward sat. He was completely speechless by James's actions. Who would have thought he had a dark side?
James picked up the remotes and turned on the TV. The Food Network displayed on the screen. Ed made a slight grumble of complaint. James walked away from the living room and headed into Emily bedroom. There he hid the remotes in a box, and went over to her dresser to feed the cat who sat patiently waiting for food. The cat meowed a couple times, and then started purring when there was food in her dish. James petted her for a bit until he heard Dave protesting in the kitchen.
"Where the heck are all the knives?" He shouted.
"Ask James, he might know." Edward distastefully, "He took Emily's laptop battery, he might have taken the knives as well."
"James!" Dave shouted.
"Yes?" James replied as he walked out the room.
"Where are the knives? Tell me!"
He inhaled and shook his head, "Sorry, I can't tell you."
Dave grabbed the collar of James shirt and slammed him against the wall, "You will tell me or else I'll injure you in a way where no one will be able to recognize you."
"Are you sure you want to do that?" James coughed, "Haven't you been trying to get on Emily good side by behaving? You are the only one who has a short temper and physically capable of beating me up, you wouldn't be able to blame anyone else."
Dave growled and let go of James, "I'll get you for this. Someday, you'll pay." He began to walk away.
"Actually, I have a better idea! How about you help me deal with the immortals?"
"What are you talking about?" He said without turning around.
"You've wanted to get revenge on Vincent for taking your toast, right?. I can give you the opportunity to do so."
"I'm listening." He slowly turned around and looked at James.
"There is a bat under Emily's bed, use it to hit him on the head. He may be immortal but you can still knock him unconscious."
"I like this idea." Dave smiled.
"You get the bat and hide behind Emily's door, while I'll distract him."
Dave turned and walked into Emily's room. James stood by the dining table waiting for Vincent to come walking in. There was a long moment of silence. Any minute now, he will come walking in. James thought to himself.
"What's all the commotion going on out here?" Vincent said from the other room. His voice was sounding innocent as usual.
"Vincent!" James exclaimed, "What are you doing alone? Isn't Joshua supposed to be with you at all times?"
"Yeah." He laughed.
"Well where is he?"
"I locked him in the bathroom in the master bedroom." He smiled mischievously, "I decided to cause some trouble and he was the only person to get in my way."
James didn't even want to ask how he locked him up. He ignored the last comment, "Anyway, I wanted to show you something. Mind coming this way?" In his peripheral, he saw Dave slowly walking out of Emily's room with the bat at the ready.
"Sure, what is it?" Vincent said.
With the swift swing of the bat, Dave hit Vincent directly on the head, and Vincent collapsed in a second. Dave smiled with accomplishment and satisfaction. He had finally got his revenge. It was the second unconscious body that day, and James was just getting started executing his plans.
