Everyday, every freakish day coming home from his torturous schooling, that dog sat chained to the porch. It's dark and evil expression of being mad and demented was prominent inside of the creature, it scared his younger brother as well as himself. Though one fateful day the dog was off its collar, his arm suffered  for it - for keeping Jason safe from the blasted mutt. James rubbed his arm and looked down, gritting his teeth that still were slightly coated in Kinjo's blood. He remembered the scene too well...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Walking home with Jason, who was stile a child, James kept watch for their foster father. The man said if they were too late they'd get attacked by Henderson the rapid mentally ill dog he owned. James didn't mean to be late... It hadn't been their fault that Jason had been pushed by an older kid into the river. Jason was shivering and sneezing till he looked up and heard a scary and unearthly growl come from the porch. Jumping back Jason fell down the stairs with a scream as James took the blunt of the attacker. The hound shook its head wildly as its teeth were clamped down on James's arm. It lasted for several minutes before the dog let to after a loud crack sounded. The dog ran off limping and bleeding from its side. James looked up to see someone familiar...</span><br/><br/>Waking up from the memory he narrowed his eyes, Kinjo vanished. Reaching over he panned around till he saw the figure in a room. Closing his eyes he used his powers, the hound began to move with a jolt. Walking slowly and swaying the dead mongrel snarled and sniffed the air. Two scents were in the air and it/James followed the most distinct one and walked towards the door. Nudging the door it pushed it open more and soon padded into the room just as Kinjo bolted past it. Growling the Shepard padded out and followed the scent. Being blind meant no running. James was fine with that. Stopping close to where he smelled Kinjo the most it lowered its head, spread its legs and stretched its tail, snarling the dog barred its teeth at him lowering its front, it got ready to strike.