Shmii Says: Part one

(Read this first.)

This is a story about a boy named James Fletcher , along with his brother John , and his friend, Tristin . (Actually, Tristin is the antagonist, but don't tell James that. He doesn't know yet.) It is written by me, Shmii . That's Shmii James Archlord IV, but Shmii will do just fine, thank you. :)

Anyway, here's how it's going to work. Narration will be done by me, and the characters will do their own speaking parts. Sounds good? Okay. Let's get at it!

Oh, and James is three years older in that picture than he is in the story. Whoops. It's so hard to find good help some times. *shakes head*

Anyways, on to the show!

At the beginning of this story, James is running.
*runs* Why again?
Shh! Just do as I say. He is running from six random people.
*are chasing James*
Well, not exactly those guys, but you get the idea. Anyway, James leaves three of them behind and hides. Two of them go ahead and one stays behind, looking for him.
Where is he? Is he waiting for me back there? Or will he go around the duplex? I'll see him if he does that. Oh crap! I can't see his shadow! Is he there?
*moves*
There! On the left! His shadow. But... I can't move! He'll shoot me for sure! I should just give up now!
Haha! I cause you PAIN! But you won't understand it for ten days! Bwahahahaha!
Ow! It hurts! Tiny daggers and whatnot! Ahhhh!
What's wrong, kid? Wazzup with you?
Wha'd ya do?!
I didn't touch him! I mean I almost did, but—
You know we're supposed to deliver him unharmed!
You call this unharmed? *dies*
I swear I didn't touch him. What now?
We take him anyway of course.
Riiiight. Okay, let's go.
In Darkness, to Rest and all that jazz.