“[b]You ok bud? You sound better, thanks to Darth Vader there.”[/b] James smiled. "Who knew a dark lord could come through when I need him?" It never failed to make James smile. [b]“How about we go ahead and just...check out the kitchen for a couple minutes? That should be good enough for everybody outside...I mean, it's not like there is even a time limit or anything, right?” [/b] James stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, on one hand, I want to go home. On the other hand, I'll do this anyways." He crept into the kitchen with Max. Max sometimes jumped headfirst into things like these.
	
	James carefully reached for the mysterious cupboard, and opened it. A man jumped out at him in a mask, waving a knife like a crazy person. "OH SWEET JESUS!" James yelled, falling back. He scampered back and quickly stood back, his eyes wide open. His mind calmly rationalized it must have been another high schooler, but the rest of him said, '[i]RUN AWAY![/i]'. He was fighting a battle between the two.
	
	James had a history of being scared. His first halloween alone was a good example of that. He was walking alone (at this point in time he wasn't lucky enough to have Max by his side) and a bunch of high schoolers thought it would be cool to chase after him. Unfortunately, during the chase, he dropped all his candy. Twas a dark day for children everywhere. Wait, no, just for James. Then, there was the time at the Comic Cavern, where an old guy had followed him in and just...kept [i]staring[/i]. It felt unnatural and James hurried home after that.
	
	Point is, people liked to scare James. Because they always got a reaction out of him. It wasn't like he could control it. It wasn't like he was somehow better to scare than someone else who scared easily. People just found him to be...in reach. He wasn't guarded by three bodyguards. He didn't have a humvee. He had an old bike. So people found ways to get him. He tried to stop it, but they were like forces of nature.