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Hopping - happily down the street of red-bricked, detached houses, a kangaroo was on his way to his friends. It was his 12th birthday and he was going to watch a movie with his two other kangaroo friends.

His name was Dante Oakbrook.

He had light brown fur and large, hazel coloured eyes. He was wearing plain, black, baggy trousers, a red T-shirt and pair of brand new white sneakers he had for his birthday. He was only about five foot in height, had a normal build for a boy his age. Nothing special to look at but, he was very fast, agile, had a lot of stamina and could jump unbelievably high he thought. After all, a twelve year old usually thinks anything they do well is totally amazing.

He never really liked his name; it's just that his parents named him it. He never really knew his parents; they died when he was very young, when he had barely turned one year old.

Well he knew that his mother died; she was murdered but they never caught the culprit. His father had gone missing before he was even born, but no-one except for Dante's mother knew him. It wasn't long before they pronounced him dead too.

Ever since the death of his parents, he's spent the rest of his life up to now, in an orphanage. He always tried to forget about it and try and be as positive as he could. Except when couples came to visit to adopt someone, they always picked the younger ones. Those kinds of days he couldn't help but think about his parents and always got upset.

He didn't have any pictures or knew his parents' names; he tried to search for them but people restricted him from finding out any information on them. The only memento he had a very large chained necklace with a large red gem encrusted into it. He only knew that his mother's last name was Oakbrook because they used his mother's maiden name as she was living alone and wasn't married. He kept it with him at all times; it was too precious to lose.

He made his way along the small roads and through a short-cut he'd found a while ago before quickly arriving at one of his friend's houses. The three of them had agreed to meet at whomever's house was closest to the movie theatre.

*******

He merrily bounced onto the porch and rapped on the door. He looked behind himself, viewing the pleasant scenery as he waited for an answer but was quickly surprised by a huge "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" making him almost jumping out of his skin.

He turned around immediately, his heart racing because of the surprise and faced his two friends who were in a fit of pure laughter at the unfortunate freight of their unsuspecting friend.

"Oh, you guys... don't do that again!...I almost had a heart attack!" he sighed in utter relief.

"Hehe, you were totally scared out of your mind, ha!" the boy replied, who was one of Dante's best friends. His name was James Peterson. He was a kangaroo just like Dante but he was a little darker in his fur colour and had watery-blue eyes; his height was just about an inch shorter than Dante. He was only a month and a half younger than Dante and was about the same height, if not a little smaller than him.

James had a short haircut and his arms had a darker shade of brown from the rest of his body from his elbows down. He wore a pair of plain blue shorts, a white T-shirt, a baseball cap and a pair of black sneakers.

He had a big grin on his face because of the successful attempt of scaring him and then handed over an envelope with the words "Happy Birthday Dante" written on it, as he said "Happy Birthday", once again.

"Thanks" he replied, and smiled widely because he couldn't hide the fact that he'd been scared. Dante usually did the scaring out of the three of them because he was the joker of the group.

"Hey don't forget about me. Happy Birthday from me too" said the other kangaroo. She handed over a pink fluffy card with very neat handwriting that said "Happy Birthday". He hated pink; it was too girly for him, especially fluffy ones! She had a habit of letting others know it was here like that. At least the card was a lot more to his liking.

Her name was Grace Heathers. She had a lighter colour fur than Dante's and was the youngest and shortest being about 2 months younger than Dante and about 3 inches shorter. She also had hazel coloured eyes and wore a pink skirt that floated down to her knees, a pink T-shirt with a matching small pink handbag where she kept her make-up in. She looked like a child's doll without the prissy fake make-up, though the pink shoes didn't help.

"Oh, a pink fluffy one...again!" he said playfully to annoy her because he knew it would get her started.

"Well I like pink fluffy ones, it's my favourite colour! Don't be so ungrateful!" and she gave him a playful push as he laughed at her when she said the same thing as usual; mocking her even more by hiding behind the cards.

Grace gave him another shove and he let out pathetic moans pretending as if they hurt him. This made her even more annoyed and so she tried to chase him a little but gave up too quick because he was too fast.

"Hey, come on you two, we're gonna miss the movie if we don't hurry up, although I think that would be better considering we have to watch a mushy romance film." James said sarcastically, and pretended to wretch.

"Well, you wouldn't have to put up with it if you let me watch the movie of my choice on my birthday. I was kind enough to let you watch the last showing of that stupid comedy film." Grace said with a told-you-so tone of voice.

"Yeah but at least that was good", Dante said as he emerged from hiding behind the fence, who was pounced on by Grace and she started to hold onto his back while she began to fiercely tickle him till she got him to the floor.

As Dante was brought down instantly in a fit of giggles, James just stood there shaking his head disapprovingly, and as if to say "Kids. When will they grow up?"

*******

The three of them were making their way along the road, chatting about recent events and what was coming up that was important.

"So, are you looking forward to the big soccer game?" James asked Dante.

"Yeah, I am. I'm a little nervous though. I mean I've barely played soccer yet it came so natural. Problem is though that everyone has high expectations about me and that puts quite a lot of pressure on me."

"Yeah but come on, lighten up. You're awesome; you're the star player for the team. You kicked Jason's butt in one-on-one by fifteen goals to nil, and everybody said he was the best. Besides, everyone loves an underdog...uh...so to speak. Heh."

"Yeah come on Dante, we know you can do it, you're real good!" Grace beckoned to try and aid James in helping Dante get rid of his pre-game nerves. Dante just blushed and tried to look away as he smiled but Grace and James knew they had gotten to him.

It was kind of weird when Jason challenged him to a game of one-on-one. No-one really paid attention to him in school until he hammered Jason Summers in soccer, even putting in a lot of fancy tricks that made everyone just gawp at him.

"Dante playing football was like poetry in motion" his gym teacher Mr. Fletcher had said. He could weave in and out of players with skill and speed and his shots were amazing. The most unusual and outright outstanding goal he scored was in the quarter-finals of the tournament they were currently in.

He was angry at the call the referee had called when one of the opposing side had basically snapped Jason in two with an obvious foul and the referee did nothing about it. He was just one-sided because they were playing away at their ground and they had supplied their own referee.

Because of his anger he went to kick the ball as hard as he could from the half-way line to pass to one of the wide open players on his side but kicked it off course. This however was even more amazing because he had kicked it straight at the goals and scored.

This won the match for his team because it no one had scored; they were playing the best in the city. Everyone was down in the dumps because they thought they knew that the other team would eventually score, but they were raving mad after Dante had tipped the scale and won it for them, giving them a new hope.

Dante though, always was different from any normal fur; he did seem unusually fast and endurable for a boy of his age and physique.

"Hey, I've also wrote another song too. I've finished the lyrics but I just have to give it a tune. My guitar tutor's helping me a bit but he knows I'm more than capable of doing it", Dante said.

"Cool, what's it called?" James and Grace asked in unison.

"Fashion Victim; I got the inspiration from you guys", Dante said with a little sarcasm; a big grin appearing over his face.

"Oh? How did we inspire you?" Grace asked with angry curiosity building inside her.

"Uh..." He stumbled for words then James interrupted with,

"He got it from our great fashion sense and personality." At that moment James and Dante both erupted with laughter while Grace started to get really offended again.

"Well he couldn't have got much from you, although I would have thought that gay boys had good fashion sense", which made James stop but Dante just couldn't stop laughing.

"What do you mean?" James said with a curious expression on is face.

"You know exactly what I mean. I heard about your little crush on Dante." a look of temporary success on her face until she realised what she had said.

James spun around to Dante who wasn't laughing anymore and was now deeply embarrassed, feeling helpless at the stare that James was giving him. Dante scratched the back of his head with a little smirk on his face, full of regret.

About a month ago, James hit on Dante and asked him if he would go out with him. He'd had a crush on him since he met Dante, he told him, and was a little heart-broken when Dante said,

"Sorry James but, I... I'm not gay. I'll still be your friend. I don't care if you're gay". In his school everyone made fun of anyone who "wasn't normal" in anyway and it would have been hell for James if anyone found out. James just stared back at Dante and said,

"Please don't tell anyone." in the most frightened voice he'd ever heard come from James. No-one else knew but him; he didn't even tell his parents.

Dante felt so guilty about it, he couldn't believe how upset he looked when he told him. Dante just looked back at him guilty as hell, and said "I won't. I promise."

"Thank you" James just whispered back behind frightened tears.

*******

"YOU TOLD HER!" James yelled uncontrollably.

"Hey come on, lighten up. She won't tell anyone else; please just calm down. Besides she had a right to know because she's one of your best friends. Grace promised she wouldn't tell anyone. She knows where to draw the line." Dante begged James to see reason.

"Besides, she forced it out of me. She's pretty tough when she makes you tell her. Plus I was a little shaken up myself! You try and keep a secret as soon as you've heard it, especially when it's something this big, and you're part of it!"

"What big secret?" interrupted a curious female voice.

"AH! You friggin' stalker!" Dante yelled as he turned around to her. It was Janice Marks. She was a young lioness who was the biggest gossip in the entire school and had the mouth to go with it.

She was quite pretty, taking pride in her appearance. She had golden tan coloured fur, with long curly hair and dark green eyes. She was about as tall as Grace if not a little taller and she wore a white tank top with torn jeans-shorts and white, flat-healed shoes.

She usually had an assortment of gold jewellery; this time ranging from three gold rings, one with a blue gem encrusted into it, a few gold bangles and two necklaces. She's obviously accumulated these over a few years because they looked quite expensive.

"So, come on, what's this big secret?" she asked with a curious, toothy grin. Dante hesitated for a second then finally said,

"Oh, James likes to wear pink panties..." Dante babbled; now hoping for her to accept it and leave.

"Oh, you joker" and she gave him a playful prod with her finger in the chest, followed by the most weird laugh by letting her voice drone like a horn, almost honking with little jumps that made it sound like machine-gun laughter.

It sent shivers down Dante's spine when she did that, and couldn't help but grind his teeth a little, close his eyes and shake his head hoping it would go away. He'd never forget that laugh even if he had amnesia.

"Oh, it'll have to wait for now. Tell me later, I have to go; catching the bus to go shopping with Tanya and Keri. Bye!" she grinned toothily, waving a little over-enthusiastically and trotted off.

Janice had the money to go shopping whenever she wanted really; her father worked as a business man. He spoiled Janice. Grace's father was Janice's father's partner together so she could have lots of money to spend if she ever wanted to. Grace thought it was "a waste of money and time".

"Why go out and spend more money for more jewellery and clothes when you've already got all you need at home? It can't buy you happiness, whatever you try and buy."

Dante saw sense in what she said but, he always wanted a motorbike. If he got that, he wouldn't care about anything else really. As he imagined a brand new, shiny motorbike with him on it, tearing down the streets without a care in the world, he was suddenly awoken when he realised a big black dog was hiding behind a corner listening to every word they had said.

He quickly retreated behind the sanctity of the wall and ran off as he realised that Dante had spotted him. Dante looked curiously, slanting his head sideways, before pushing the matter aside and was brought back to the conversation between his friends as James patted him on the shoulder.

"That was close, thanks Dante..." James said with a huge sigh of relief, his heart pounding. If Janice had heard any of the conversation before that point, James would never hear the end of it.

"Don't mention it" and they both faced Grace who was in a fit of giggles, her face almost as red as Dante's T-shirt.

"What's wrong with you?" Dante asked.

"Pink panties! Ha!" she laughed out loud. James turned to Dante and gave him a "why-did-you-have-to-say-that" look. Dante just smiled back and shrugged his shoulders at the same time, and started to laugh all over again. James just rolled his eyes as Grace and Dante laughed all the way to the theatre.

*******

"Man, they were basically making out through the whole thing. God, that kind of thing would put me off relationships forever." James exclaimed with utmost disgust and put his finger in his mouth and made another retching sound again.

"Well I thought it was so sweet when Mark comforted Elle when her sister had died." Grace said with a moved tone of voice as if she was about to cry.

James just went,"Yuck" and shook his head again before asking,

"What do you think Dante?"

Dante decided to joke around again and said very dramatically,

"Oh, how didn't I like this before? It was SO touching... it... it left me with such a warm fuzzy glow inside" At this, James and even Grace started laughing their heads off. Dante looked at them both with a successful grin and said,

"Come on. It's starting to get dark already. That crap lasted for 3 hours." He looked around the street filled with the yellow glow of the street lamps, a few cars buzzing on by as the night rolled in.

"How much money did you spend on food this time then, Dante?" Grace asked.

"Oh, about fifteen bucks worth. But hey, you can't criticise. You know how hungry I get. I spent most of the energy crying from that film." he said, all three of them giggling again.

Making their way along the streets, the night settled in quickly, the glow of the street lamps becoming a lot more prominent; although it was only six o'clock.

They cut across a few streets and decided to go through a large alleyway which was lit with a dim light. Two large males looked rather creepily at them as they made their way towards them so they veered off into the alley.

As they were talking; arranging plans for the next day, Dante felt the need to have a quick peek behind them when he thought he heard some shuffling of feet. His suspicions were correct when he saw the two hefty males walking casually behind them.

"Hey guys...maybe we should...get moving." Dante stammered a little, his fear beginning to rise when he noticed that one of the hefty males was the black dog he'd spotted before they went to see the film. He looked a lot more ragged in the pale, dimly lit alleyway.

James and Grace both nodded in agreement as they turned to look; both their hearts beginning to quicken in pace and they gripped onto Dante who was quickening his pace almost as much their hearts.

As they walked a little further, one of the men smirked as he sensed their fear, knocking a trash can over to gain their attention. The three of them jumped, not turning back and began to sprint.

The two males began to quicken their own paces on them, laughing creepily. The three 'roos all turned their heads a little to take a glimpse, Dante leading as his speed aided him in his sprinting.

It was only as Dante ran into what seemed like a wall and hit the floor with a pain-filled grunt that he'd actually ran into someone's fist.

Stunned, he shakily staggered on his paws and knees, a scream that Grace had obliged to yell out but was soon muffled as one of their ambushers wrapped a thick paw around her muzzle. They already had James as he had no time to even react as they pinned him to the floor and had gagged him immediately.

"J-James...G-G-Grace..." Dante whimpered out, still very dazed and fumbled on the floor. He got up onto his knees, which was perfect for one of the ambushers, another big dog, to swipe a foot directly into his stomach. Dante was lifted off the ground by the kick, a strangled cough erupting from his muzzle before he collapsed back onto the ground, winded.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the dog jeered. Grace was sobbing heartily as she was held captive, her paws gripped tightly on either of the tiger's as she struggled hopelessly against his strength, Dante's beating making her sob even harder.

A few of the attackers chuckled at the sight of the 'roo getting such a beating. The stallion that pinned James to the floor was cheering the dog on to beat him even more as one of the two chasers had made his way over to where James was being held.

He brought a hind-paw up and kicked the stallion off of James like it was a pack of lions fighting over the kill, though between them, it was just friendly banter with the way they all laughed together. James took the opportunity to shout out.

"What the hell are you doing!? We don't have any money! Let us-ah! AH!" he yelled, though was cut off mid-sentence as the leopard who'd kicked the stallion off of him stepped blatantly on his ear, grinding it into the gritty floor of the alley. More cheers and jeers rumbled from the males as they abused their easy targets.

"Shut up you fucking faggot. Makes me sick hearing that this shit is going on even between kids like you!" he growled, kicking away James' paws as he feebly attempted to remove the leopard's hind paw. Lucky for James, he'd stepped away after kicking off his paws.

The leopard signalled the dog that had been following them, who hungrily walked over to where James was cradling his trampled ear, light sobs beginning to emanate from his ruffled muzzle where he'd been grabbed by the stallion.

Dante just lay there, clutching his stomach while his eye began to swell, his vision becoming hazier than it already was. He took a quick glimpse up as the scene unfolded, his forehead glistening with sweat in the dim light from having to put up with the pain which had slowly become clearer around his ribs.

That kick must have broken one or two.

"Hey, stop fucking squirming!" the dog shouted at Dante; stepping on the injured 'roo's tail intentionally, grinding it into the floor just like the leopard had done to James. Dante yelped out in pain. The dog obviously just felt left out of the fun that his fellow attackers were having being as Dante could barely breath, let alone move.

The dog had enough of just maiming Dante, grabbing him roughly by the scruff as the dog that had been listening in on the conversation they had earlier had already stood over James by now, brandishing a flick-knife and a small cop-revolver he'd stolen in front of James' tear sodden face.

It looked like he was giving James a silent choice of what to choose for him to maim him with.

The leopard had made his way over to the third member of the ambushers that had Grace firmly in his grip; she had cried so much she'd soaked his paw that had her muzzle in a firm grip.

"Hey there, pretty thing. Why are you hanging out with such a pathetic bunch of pussies like these guys?" He smirked evilly down at her, lust flaring up in his eyes as he took a hold of her shoulders.

The tiger that was restraining her smiled back toothily and used one of his feet to prop her leg sideways slightly, her shuddering body too frozen with fright.

"Hey! Don't leave me out! I want some of that!!" the stallion grunted out, already unbuttoning his scruffy pants as he got up off the floor from watching the scene unfold.

Dante had the dog's paw in one of his own as he was dangled by the scruff, his captor too interested now in the new developments that had occurred with the other three. Gaining a bit of his breath back and his senses, Dante looked for some opportunity and saw it by the glint of the dog's zipper on his pants.

"Let us know if this hurts, babe. Don't wanna good time when you aren't...!" the leopard chuckled but was halted by the sudden yelping of the dog that had a hold of Dante.

Dante had stumbled onto the floor after landing a good hard kick to the dog's groin; he felt surely that this one would have scored a goal from the other side of the pitch.

The three gathered around Grace burst out laughing at their cohort's misfortunes, the dog retching as he really took the pain to his head, groaning loudly as he pounded the floor with his fist, the other holding tightly at his crotch.

"Stop squirming, asshole!" Dante grumbled and got to his feet shakily and aimed another hard kick underneath the dog from behind, landing another onto his paw that cradled his crotch and caused another yelp as well as raucous laughter from the three again.

"Damn...this kid's got more balls than him! Well, maybe now he does!" the tiger jeered, the two others snickering again. They were too busy laughing to realise Dante had dashed for the dog that was leaning over James. The knife he had was slowly brushing along his trampled ear while his knees had pinned him to the floor by each shoulder.

"Loving the view, fag-UH!" the dog jeered some more before he was cut off by the heroic efforts of Dante. He'd drop-kicked the burly dog off of James by landing it directly into his side, the dog now growling with mixed moans of pain as he cradled his side. Dante hoped he'd broken something.

"Shit!"

The three males gathered around Grace had instantly stopped laughing as they came to their senses, seeing another one of their friends had been downed by a little runt.

"Little fucker!" the stallion shouted out and had instantly made his way over.

"Keep a hold of her!" the leopard growled to the tiger before making his way quickly over to the two 'roos on the floor.

Dante was trying heavily to get to his feet, only to find he was lifted rather painfully up by his ear by the stallion. He was only given a second to have any sort of reaction to the pain before he was given another gut-shot with one of the horse's right hooks.

He was allowed to collapse to the floor again, coughing in pain, this time spittle flying out that was dashed with his blood.

"Dante...! AH!" James was hoisted up by his own trampled ear again, Dante by his scruff once more. The two looked at each other and give a hasty nod for what they could, sending their feet sideways and catching their captors hard in the shin.

Both the males yelled out in pain as they had a firm kick each, the leopard stumbling onto his back. James took the opportunity to step on his ear while Dante mustered up all his own strength and knocked the stallion to the floor with his own messy right hook.

The tiger yelled out and had let go of Grace's muzzle. She quickly grabbed that paw and bit down hard, the tiger yelling out for a different reason this time. As he let her go, he went to swing a punch directly to her face, but her knee came up trumps, taking a leaf out of Dante's book and caused the tiger to keel over himself.

"GRACE! RUN! RUN!" both her 'roo friends shouted in unison. She shakily nodded before stumbling a little over the tiger and ran down the alley, her eyes streaming while she screamed for help.

Dante was soon stumbling on his way before he collapsed under a large load, coughing out again as he got crushed by the dog that he'd knocked off of James.

"Little bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed into Dante's ear, his head ringing from the close proximity. The dog quickly whipped out the revolver, Dante struggling to get up before being planted back down on the floor painfully, the dog's knee crashing down on his neck.

A shot rang out down the alleyway, a bullet ricocheting off the floor just inches from his face; Dante's eyes widened with shock. His ears rang once more as he felt the weight atop him was lifted. He shuddered uncontrollably as he realised how close he had been to having his head blown off.

Breathing lightly and rapidly, he shakily got up and turned to see James wrestling with the dog, easily becoming overpowered as the gun pointed in his face. James just ducked out of the way as the gun went off another three times. The dog's frustration was clearly apparent.

Dante shuffled up to help his friend who'd just saved his life; but with all his might, with all his speed and agility, he couldn't do anything as he almost felt stood frozen in time while the dog gripped James by the throat, brought the gun square to James' face and pulled the trigger.

Just before the trigger had been pulled, the sudden, grim realisation on James' face became apparent as he was struggling.

It was no consolation for Dante for his efforts as the dog threw James aside, pointed the gun in his face again and unloaded the final round, James' lifeless body obscured by the dog before he got up off the floor, spat on the ground and started to walk off.

Dante shakily stumbled to his friend, a neat pool of blood forming on the floor to one side of James' head; Dante's vision becoming hazy from tears as he felt his world crashing down around him.

"James! JAMES!" he yelled, his tears flowing freely with the blood and sweat he'd acquired on his own bruised and swollen face. He gripped at his friend's T-shirt, tugging at it in the hope his friend would snap out of his death.

He took James' muzzle into his paw, turning his mangled face to his own, calling his name aloud, denying the truth that lay broken and still beneath him. He just broke down even more, James' deathly black pupils swallowing up any colour they once had.

Dante buried his muzzle into his friend's chest and cried helplessly.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't even able to grieve for his own dead friend as he was dragged by the tail away from him, the floor cutting and grazing at his front as the grit and broken slithers of glass ground beneath him.

"You're next you little BASTARD!"

Dante was flipped around to find that the dog he'd been beaten by was standing over him, the knife from the dog that shot James glinting dangerously in his hand.

Instinctively, Dante brought his knees up as the dog was descending upon him. And for the second time, he'd brought the dog back into a yelping fit of pain as he sent his feet upwards into his groin, the dog tumbling backwards onto his rear and keeling over sideways as he cradled his already sore balls.

He couldn't stay. As much as his gut-wrenching pain and sorrow were weighing him down, he had to will himself to get up, sweat and blood flowing from his bruised and battered face.

As he struggled up, he was gripped again by his scruff once more, yanked back as he went to run. The next thing he knew, he was flying through the air himself and bounced painfully off a wall, yelping loudly as he landing awkwardly on the floor.

He couldn't resist anymore. He was broken and worn too much. He just lay there panting heavily as his entire body ached, but he wasn't to be given any mercy.

The three males that gathered around Grace earlier had ran over to him, kicking and stamping at him, his paws the only thing between the kicks and stamps and his own face.

Through the entire bustle, he was sure he felt a few more ribs crack, but was now so beaten, breathless and tired that he couldn't even call out his own agony. He just tiredly sobbed in his paws, not caring what happened to himself anymore.

He'd failed to save his friend when James had so heroically saved him.

His grief, guilt and pain he felt clouded his senses, not realising fully that he was being lifted once more. He'd gone limp, propped up by the tiger that'd held Grace, the dog that shot James steadying his broken jaw in his paws along with the glinting knife that rested on top of his muzzle.

"What's wrong? Aren't you havin' fun as much as we are?" he chuckled menacingly, the three other males chuckling just as evilly at him. Dante just sobbed silently, the wind being taken out of him.

"How about we put a smile on that face?" he rumbled sickeningly, placing the knife into Dante's maw sideways, threateningly pressing the handle towards his cheek while the blade rested on the flesh of his blood-stained, swollen lips.

He was only spared the torture as they all parted, yelling in alarm as the dog Dante had taken down multiple times came swinging in with a metal pipe without warning.

A sickening crack was heard by the males gathered round, all laughing and disgustingly admiring the single headshot Dante received; blankly falling to the floor as blood spattered the ground.

They hysterically laughed as they watched the dog panting, still eyeing Dante up, and more than willing to go in for another swing. The sight of the 'roo bleeding profusely and resting his head in his own dark puddle of blood was not a convincing enough image that he'd maybe just got his payback.

He lifted the pipe once more and advanced, only stopping in his tracks as sirens could be heard faintly over the laughing. He yelled for their attention, quickly nodding his head away to signal their departure, the laughing flaring up again as they began to sprint down the alleyway and out of sight.

Lying still and completely unresponsive, Dante's broken body was spread awkwardly over the floor; his eyes staring blankly into nothingness.

And just like James, his eyes glazed over and his pupils began to swallow up his hazel coloured eyes.