Bad Blood

Chapter Five

Monday. 

America peaked through the curtains, the streets were desolate and quiet. Not even the slightest bit of noise, which somehow felt peaceful to him. He stepped away from the window and turned around, his eyes narrowing at the large floor length mirror in the bedroom. His reflection was still the same but he knew that something was different. 

He was right. The image in the mirror distorted and started to slowly smile before placing its hand on the replicated image, speaking on its own which caused America to freeze in slight fear. Something that was perplexing because, yes he should be mortified at what is happening in front of him...but yet, he remained somewhat rational.

"Yuh happy now kid?" started the reflection. His smile dug at America's consciousness.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes a little before looking back and seeing clearly that he wasn't imagining anything. His mirrored reflection was still moving on its own. It's clear America's first thought was that he's completely lost it, more so then he already has.

The figure in the mirror looked up as if hearing his thoughts, replying back with, "You're not crazy. I am real...at least in your head. It's hard to explain, ya'know?"

America couldn't find any words to reply back, to be honest, he didn't want to for good reasons. Though that didn't seem to stop the mirrored figure from continuing the seemingly onesided conversation. 

"Times a tickin'. You already started the flame on your bridges kid,-" America shot a glare at the mirrored man, slightly raising his voice in frustration.

"I would never say such things to my friends,- or even think of doing those things...that was just," America went silent towards the end.

The mirrored figure tilted his head as he walked in the mirrored room, his shoes tapped against the hardwood floor of the room, adding in a calm voice, "Let's face it. You were done with all of it, am I wrong?" He chuckled before turning sharply and slamming his hands on the mirror which caused America to shake a little, startling him as well. The man in the mirror's face scrunched up in annoyance as he barked back.

"Don't make me fuckin' laugh you pathetic piece of shit!" 

America flinched and started to tremble as the man continued by adding, "Have you already forgotten, I'm a part of you," he points at his head with widened eyes, "up in that little noggin of yours." 

America stared at him for a long moment, as the mirror man continued, "You can never get rid of me...or the rest of us."

America blinked quickly and sputtered out, "The rest-?" 

Abruptly there was a loud knocking sound at America's front door. He looked away for a moment before realizing his reflection went back to normal. It was so odd. He shook his head in disbelief before he walked towards his door and opened it to reveal a secret service agent dressed in all black with an earpiece and glasses as well. America raised an eyebrow before the man spoke bluntly. 

"Mr. Jones. I have orders to bring you to the white house immediately." 

America closed his eyes and slowly opened them before he nodded, "Let me grab my things and I'll be down in five." 

The man nodded and made his way down to the road where the black escalade was parked. America came down and pulled on his black suit jacket before glass from the window of the house next door shattered, causing America as well as the bodyguards to go on high alert.

"Get America inside now!" ordered one guy.

The other agent slid America a gun just in case and rushed him to the car before it speeds off down the road. America pulled out his phone as it buzzed, a public service message popped up on his screen saying, ALERT - AIR STRIKES OCCURING IN MIDWEST, SOUTHEAST REGIONS. TAKE COVER AS SOON AS YOU CAN. 

America's eyes widened in shock. Locking his phone the black screen showed his face that was visibly in shock, contort into Allens, his hair was now different from America's. It was a dark red. His eyes and lips turned up in a smile as he spoke, "Take a wild guess at who did it."

America blinked and felt his jaw clench up as his eyes narrowed. His lips sneered up as he hissed out. "Commi-bastard."  

The man in the screen pointed at the screen, "So...what are you, gonna do about it?" He smiled even bigger as America muttered out, "Win the war."