YAY! Can I start?

*You're walking down the street in some town you and your ass father moved to. You're always moving. You hate it. In the distance, you see smoke rising in the forest. What do you do?*

Can i join?

Sure! Just work with what i just said, what would your character do?

i run toward the smoke with a gun and a pouch of money

James: Huhhhh....... *walks towards it but stops at the edge of the smoke*

*for money

*The smoke seems to be rising from the windows of a treehouse, odd. It's at least half a mile from the town. Who could be in there?*

James: ? *he looked at the tree house* Anyone up there! *he waited for an answer if there was one*

*There's a hoarse whimper, and "my g-god, is someo-one there?"*

James: Uh.. yah. do you need help?!

"Yes! M-my leg g-got stuck!"

James: *he hesitated but desided he would help* *he climed up the tree and peeked in*

*A teenage boy with short black hair is on the ground, leg pinned under a flaming wooden board. His arms are....cuffed behind his back, chain attached to another pile of flaming wood*

James: *he climbed in* your gioing to have to help me lift this board. Im not very strong. *he pulled at the board lifting it a few inches*

*nods and lifts leg, shirting it to it falls off* N-now the cuffs...*mumbles something*

James: Wha there are cuffs? *he saw the chains on his arms.

I-I think t-there's the key h-hanging there *Motions to key ring. There's.....there must be 100 keys on that ring! The tree house is pretty stable for now, but that boys rings will burn very badly if you don't hurry*

*boy's arms

James: Ok *he stood up and grabbed the keys and started to test them*

*As you get to the 10th key, the boy lets out a scream. The scent of burning flesh fills the tree house. As you test the 23rd key, the cuffs unlock. He moves quickly out of them.* Let's get out of here!

James: *he squeezed out of the tree house witch had collapsed a bit and started to climb down then paused to wait for the boy*

*Climbs down, hugs him* T-thank you. S-so much.

James: *he flinched* Uh, no problem. *he smiled a gently for a quick second*

*You feel something wet on your chest. The boy stumbles back, holding his chest tightly, red seeping through his shirt.* F-fuc..k

James: Craapppp *He started to dig through his bag* *Mysteriously he had a ton of arrows, only one had a blue tip*

*Sways, drops to knees* T-thanks for s-saving me...b-but i don't think there's much....y-you can do for me...

James: Im not going to burn myself half to death for nothing! *he said a bit sarcastically trying to lighten the mood* *he grabbed a roll of bandages and started to unroll it* Here hold the wound *he thrust a towel into the boys hand *

*Looks up at him, brows furrowing. Grabs the towel, pressing it hard against the wound with nothing but a small hiss*

James: *he dropped to his knees so they were at eye level* your going to be ok. ive suffered worse. try to hold on

Funny. S-so have I. *Chuckles weakly, pulling shirt off so he can have a better look at the wound. His chest is.....jesus christ. A dragon was burned into his back, latin words scrawled all over into his arms that look about a year old. A scar like a ring circles around his throat, looks like from when a dog struggles too much against their collar. The blood, however, only comes from one source. The slash over his stomach. It looks about an inch or more deep.*

James: O-ok the marks are going to be there for the rest of your life *he suddenly pulled a t== lot of bandage over the wound and pulled it tight*

*hisses* Figures they w-will...d-dad always made s-sure they did- *Snaps mouth shut, realizing what he had just said.*

James: *pauses* what?

*Says nothing, shoulders shaking slightly*

James: *he sat back* Im not a soft person you know. im not going to help you if i cant trust you. I will just leave right now. *he said a bit board*

W-what d-did I do- I-i'm sorry, p-please d-don't l-leave! W-what did I s-say to m-make you upset? I-I'm s-sorry, wh-whatever it w-was, I d-didn't mean it! *He seems fully convinced he said something wrong*

James: You didnt say anything wrong, you seemed to be t=saying something. But then you stopped as if it were something that should not be mentioned. *he looked at him impassively*

It's n-nothing bad, I pr-promise! I j-just...ramble sometimes..

James: I dont trust people. but i will let it go this time. but if you do that again you have to tell me what you were going to say or im gone. Im not very old but ive been on my own for 9 years, so the first thing i learned was you cant trust anyone *he resumed with the bandages*

*As you finish with the bandages, you notice another carving across his shoulder blades it reads "Demon child! Burn in hell where you belong!"..you feel slightly nosy about it*

James: Whats that? *he looked at it thinking that the boy was a bit suspicious*

...I....my mother d-died giving b-birth to me, s-so my father always called ....a-a demon spawn. *Rubs shoulder*

James: Oh.... i guess thats better than the way my parents died.... anyway sorry for asking *he sounded apologetic

*Looks at him, eyes no longer cloudy with tears. He looks about 14. His eyes seem much wiser than his looks. An old soul,that seems to fit him. He nods,* The p-past is the past. I guess..you'll be taking your leave?

James: yeah

Thank y-you, for saving me. I'm forever in your debt. *He bows his head, then leaves, waling into the trees* *Two years later* (Add a fight scene james is in here please)

((Ok btw James is 14 now XD)) James: *he twisted somebodys hand*

*Multiple people surround you, the bar is filled with bandits. Damn. All you wanted was to get that creep off that girl. She seemed disgusted and he just wouldn't back off. Seems he has a group...of 20 people. Shit. They have you pinned down to the ground, the creep has a knife pressed to your throat*

James: ayyyy i dont have a weapon tottally *he stabbed the man in the leg and rolled away getting up* crap. At least kill one of them befor i die *he muttered to himself

((with an arrow btw))

*The rest of the men immediately charge, until everything blurs your vision, and heat worse than any flame scorches the air in the room. When your vision clears, you see the boy from before, he looks not a day older....except for the two pars of red eyes, white pupils looking kindly at you. A black tail sways behind him, and black veins spread out around his neck, but never reach his face. The men from before are all passed out with bruises on their faces, on the floor.*

James: W-what happened to you? *He blinked a bit shocked*

Heh. My dad found me. But that's not important, what matters is if you're okay. Are you?

James: Oh yah. You came at the perfect time! Wait.. *he stuck his hand into the pocket on his hoodie* Crap! Were is my arrow? Did you see anything? *he looked around seeming to freak out*

*Holds it out to him* Is this it?

James: Yeah thats it thank you! *he was relieved* *the arrow was on fire and he put it out quickly.* *for some odd reason the fire was blue*

*Second pair of red eyes above eyebrows close, eyes turning normal white with brown pupils, tail curling back up under clothes* How have you been?

James: good. I guess im in your debt now. heh. how have you been?

You're not in debt at all. I took my debt to you to my grave, so now I'm...supposed to protect you, I suppose. Sorry, rambling. I've been...bad. But knowing how you were last time I don't think you'd care. *Looks down at the ground, expression unreadable*

James: No. Im not heartless, i do care! *the arrow kept catching fire and he kept putting it out*

.... *hands him a bucket of water to put the flame out with* I don't really have evidence to trust you, but it doesn't matter. Not much does anymore. Just know this: I'd like to become friends, because whether I like it or not, I have to stay by your side until you die of natural causes. Debts are funny that way, hm?

James: Yah sure i guess we could be friends. *he started to get frustrated with the fire but delt with it off to the side* Are you sure? If you dont want to help or protect me you have the choice to leave. Im not going to keep you with me for one thing i did....

It's not my choice. Some demon takes unpayed favors WAY too seriously, and cursed me to have to protect you.

But I'd like to make this easier, for you especially, I figure you don't have company often. So, Let's try to be friends?

James: Yah lets be friends. I guess i havent had someone around me for this lon (gTg

(Continue later?)

(Yeah)