Making Friends
"You, you're from the Guild aren't you? What are you doing siding with the Advocates?" Nigel questioned the familiar face that had just served him dinner. He wasn't sure where he knew this boy from, but he was sure he had seen him before, perhaps in one of the meetings with the lower ranked members.
James froze in place, he had never seen the face of the masked death before, but there was no way he could forget that voice. This man was a grade one member of the Satan's Guild, he was one of the person's who had recruited him into the Guild.
James opted to walk away, but the man's voice stopped him right in his tracks.
"Are you going to run away? What are you doing helping the Advocates?" Nigel repeated.
"I'm sorry, but I think it's a mistaken identity. I've always been an Advocate " James lied, but he could tell no one was buying those cheap words.