(Ok so you're wondering about Chapter 10? Well it really was dull and not much use so I decided to move straight onto Chapter 11; aptly named "The Next Chapter" [cunning aren't I])

James drove to school in normal traffic. He wasn't feeling up to using much magic today so he tried to keep it down to a minimum. As he braved the mud track to the sixth form mud flat, ahem, sorry, sixth form "car park" he noticed another car parked in it. He hazarded a guess at it being Sarah's and as he walked into the sixth form block he knew he was right! Everyone looked sick to the back teeth of Sarah because she kept on telling anybody she saw that she'd actually passed. James congratulated her and quickly found something else to do. The day was dull, James didn't even find enough amusement in ruining one of the physics demonstrations being given. By lunch James was thoroughly ticked off and in a very dark mood. As he stormed through the school, past the IT rooms all the computers blanked out then, when he had passed, flickered back to life, much to the distress of the rooms occupants.

As he continued down the precinct there was an almighty flash, James knew what it meant. Everyone had frozen in their places, not moving, not breathing and not dead. James ran quickly round the corner to find Sara, letting his wings flow up behind him. As they met they both pushed down hard with their wings sending them into an urgent flight directly upward.

There was a secondary flash and they found themselves in the celestial meeting expanse, the sacred meeting place. James and Sara, being amongst the most efficient of flyers, got there first. James quickly got his bearing and looked up to where God should be, but God wasn't there, Satan was. Grabbing Sara, who was in shock, James flew a straight path straight at the evil one, muttering words from a long since dead language under his breath. James and Sara started to glow a brilliant white when God came into view from the sidelines. He saw what was happening and raised his hand. James and Sara promptly stopped and ceased to glow.

"What the…? Why?" gasped James. God's brow furrowed momentarily as he planted his thoughts in both the angel's heads.

"But a treaty! Between you?" Sara couldn’t believe what she was experiencing.

"I KNOW THAT NONE OF MY MINIONS WOULD HAVE TRIED TOSACRIFICE THEMSELVES TO SAVE ME" interrupted Satan "YOUR TWO ARE QUITE UNIQUE, THE NEXT WORLD IS GOING TO ENJOY HAVING YOU TWO IN IT". James wasn't sure is Satan was naturally sycophantic or whether he was doing it deliberately.

"THERE IS TO BE A CHANGE, FOR PEACE. NOW HUSH!" God announced to a now full meeting place. At the wave of one of God's hands James and Sara were ushered back into the crowd of heavenly bodies and evil demons. God then explained about the truce so that the world could be changed in the interests of everyone. There was to be no more fighting between the two sides, instead they were to work together with the aim to create a more harmonious and accepting society. James didn't trust Satan and from what he saw of Sara, nor did she!

It was then time to make the change. God produced a blue orb and let it levitate to the front, he chanted some of the divine language and the orb glowed and started to send out a blue wave that spread slowly over the crowd, they changed and then disappeared to the new world. As this started Satan grinned and nodded to someone at the back. A red orb floated up and started to mimic the good orb, only faster.

James grabbed Sara as the red wave made for them. He threw her into the crest of the blue wave and mouthed his goodbye to her; this could be the last time he ever saw her. The wave fronts went about converting the gathered to each of their causes and James decided it was time to try to do something, well anything.

James flew fast to try and get to his master but the evil one raised one of his cloven claws and James was held in position, he could go nowhere. Satan then raised his other claw and took a dramatic swipe at a now defenceless God; he was trying all he could to stop what was happening. God fell, James was aghast.

James was the only one left and as Satan turned to him, laughing, both of the waves impacted upon him, trapping him between the two. He was thrown roughly as the good and bad torrents fought to win over the former angel. Then it all stopped. There was an eternity of a doomfull feeling. Then James started falling, it seemed to be forever, then he hit the floor hard, and it remained black.

James woke slowly and was feeling very strange indeed, and not in a good way. His head was muzzy and things didn't feel at all right. He slowly moved into a sitting position and tried to focus his eyes. When they had established that they were for seeing things James realised that he had a piece of paper in his hand; the writing looked as if it had been scrawled by someone having severe trouble holding their pen. James was having about the same amount of trouble trying to decipher the writing. It seemed to be in a language that James only felt that he vaguely knew. He did know what it said, he just couldn't remember what it meant.

James was just beginning to come to and get a feel for his new presence when he heard some voices. He focused, all be it slowly on where they were coming from.

"Oh look, scum!" said one of the voices, clearly male.

"My, my, whatever shall we do it him?" taunted another.

"How about…" started a female voice "…we do what we always do?"

"Yes, I do believe we shall," said the first voice again. James stood up trying to look like he had the ability to defend himself.

"Ooh look, we've got a live one!" said the girl who was about five feet eleven inches tall with tied back, light brown hair. James' eyes had begun to work properly.

"Roxy? Is that you?" James stammered almost in disbelief. The girl looked worried, she glanced at her cohorts and looked back.

"And what if I were, I don't know you, and don't try to bargain with us, it won't work! All we want is to kill you and take your money, and those fancy clothes". James looked down and realised he was wearing sparkling blue trousers and a matching cloak. "What the?"

"NOW!" James looked up to see a fist coming in towards him, it collided with his stomach and he fell backwards into a heap of garbage. He coughed, if he spread his wings, he could get out. They didn't work, they didn't even appear. "Oh no!" though James "Not now!" Something to his left caught his eye and he saw a chunk of wood being swung at his head, he ducked and rolled forward into a small clearing. He glanced round, trying to take in the situation. There were four of them, three blokes and one girl. Two of the lads now had knives, big ones, Roxanne had a softball bat and their leader was stood with a mace. He was only little, quite rounded too yet he carried quite a clear presence with him.

James was circled; he had nowhere to run when it suddenly registered that he knew the leader "Paul? What the? Why are you? When did?"

"Oh just shut up and die would you!" one of his henchmen went for James with his knife. James side-stepped grabbed the guy's hands and tripped him, the result being a neat landing on some hard wood. James was quite frankly shocked at how naturally it came to him. There was a flash and a lightning bolt from the sky struck James.

He fell to the floor and after the glare in everyone's eyes cleared James was sat cross-legged on the ground, looking downwards.

"It's really not your day is it!" sniped Roxanne.

"Quite the contrary actually." Enunciated James snobbishly.

"Look, I don't think you are in a position to be cheeky" James looked up at her and just grinned. He sprang to his feet and looked Paul in the eye.

"You know what happens now, don't you" James oozed snidely.

"But you've not had time to research!" Paul screamed.

"Oh but being good is what I do best" as he finished he spun on the spot and kicked the second henchman square in the stomach sending him flying clean through the air into the wall behind him. "Who's next!" James challenged.

The first henchman got up and threw his blade at James head. James simply plucked it from the air and threw it at the guy who was still embedded in the wall, it pinged as it stuck into the brick only an inch from his left ear.

"Oh well if you want a job doing you'd best leave it to a woman" Roxanne huffed as she closed in on James. She swung round hard and was surprised when her bat carried clean through his head. She stumbled as the swing followed through. Her face was one of sheer horror, she was adamant that he hadn't moved but the bat went straight through him. Regaining her poise she lifted her weapon above her and intended to bring it crashing down through his skull. James grabbed the bat and twisted it sending Roxanne spinning to the floor where she rolled into the gutter. She got up just in time to see James turn her thing of beauty into two useless lumps of wood via the application of his knee.

"Look, Roxanne I don't want to hurt you! He's evil, he'll get what he wants and kill you"

"I don't care I love him!" with this she sprinted at James and tried to tackle him to the ground. He grabbed her arms and rolled onto his back sending her straight over him. She landed and skidded to a halt on the road. She got up, somewhat bruised and walked up to James. "I'm gonna kick your butt to kingdom come!" she said moving into a martial arts stance, her eyes were filled with hatred. She lashed out with her first kick that James blocked, then her second, then a punch and then another kick. James was backed up against a wall now.

"Roxanne, this is stupid, stop it, now!"

"Never" she kicked him in the stomach and he bounced off the wall. He used the opportunity to push himself onto her making her fall over. He pinned her down and tried to tell her what she didn't want to hear. Mid-sentence he was thrown a good four yards by a swift boot in his ribs. James landed on his back and came to rest under the newly armed first henchman who was looking down on him with a menacing grin. As the sword bared down on it's target James did an astonishing kick to the evil one's chest (bearing in mind James was on the floor, this was astonishing). The henchman stumbled backwards with his sword in hand.

"Looks like I've got the advantage!" he boasted.

"Not necessarily" James did a quick twirl and as he came to face forwards again he was holding a Zanbatoh, or in English, a horse sword (a long pole with a blade on the end). The henchman let out a war cry as he ran at James with his sword in the air. James spun his new toy and blocked the guy's blow, James quickly stepped round and took the poor fools legs out from under him. When he met the floor he lost purchase on his sword which was quickly snapped from its hilt, rendering it useless. As the guy got up James took a stride and placed the blunt end of his weapon on the ground and used his momentum to kick the guy in to an open bin, the lid closed on him quite dramatically (as they tend to do in situations like these, quite well trained really!).

James turned to Paul and Roxanne. They were stood with each other, Paul slightly in front.

"You may have won this battle, but just think how far you are behind me fool!" as Paul finished he whirled his mace and sent a fire-ball hurtling towards James. It was easily dodged. It wasn't meant to hit, just to make the point that Paul was a better mage than James was.

By the time James had landed and gotten up, Paul and Roxanne had long since gone and the alley James was in was being burned to a crisp.

"Well, welcome to the future!" James muttered as he headed off into the twilight on the next world and all that was lurking for him round the next corner.