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A Hellish Alchemy Chapter update

James/Thomas reunion fic; mature

Excerpt:

So this was how it ended, [Flint] figured. He was alone, with no aid coming, and thousands of miles from home.

Many more thousands of miles from his birth home, from where his life had abruptly changed forever. Damn London, he thought. Damn it and damn the whole of England and the men firing upon his crew now, no doubt also all English. He finally knew what it was to hate without prejudice, without the principle of knowing your enemy. That thought gave him some perverse comfort as he lay there, probably dying.

Miranda, he thought, would understand. She had finally understood hate in her last moments on this earth, screaming at Peter Ashe. James knew she would have understood and even accepted his actions ever since that horrific moment when the second only person he had ever cared for was ripped away from him.

The gunfire and shouts were slowly fading away, and with them Flint felt his own senses grow dull. The pain in his side was a sharp throb now, as was the pain in his head. He laid his head against the wall of the cramped storage room and closed his eyes and waited. Waited for oblivion to take him over, whether he was dying or simply passing out he didn’t care—only that it meant the pain would stop.