by padmé of naboo » Mon Dec 28, 2015 3:14 pm
Kyle hated, hated..everything.
He gulped as he ducked into a corner. He heard screams of anger from the gang that had been following. He laid down inbetween some trashbags and breathed. He stared at his hands with anguish. I'm a monster, He thought, balling the hands before his eyes. He shook his head and leaned back, not caring of the smell of rubbish near him, or it being smeared all over himself. He just wanted his burden to be gone, the power of whatever he had. He wished that the gang guys had beaten him up. He wished that the last moments had all been a dream.
Kyle walked through the street. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he hummed the song he was listening too. Then, it happened. He happened to pass a large dark alley. Four teens about the ages of 19 came out with sticks and planks. "Eh, little man, you got any money?" They asked. Kyle looked up, his eyes wide. "Uh, no..I spent it all at a store few blocks back." He lied with a gulp. The gang guys weren't convinced. The leader walked up to him, hitting his wooden plank on his hand menacingly. "Pay up." He urged with a smirk. Kyle shook his head, hand slipping towards the phone in his pocket. The leader saw. "Don't even-" As his hand touched Kyle's wrist, red sizzling webbing crawled up the leader's arms, making him scream in pain. The other guys drew back as the leader kept screeching. Kyle tried to take the man's arm off him, but it was at no use. He collapsed onto the ground, Kyle froze with horror. The webbing was stripped away and...there was a human skeleton.
Kyle panted with scaredness as the men growled at him. "We're calling the police, freak!" One of the three shouted. Kyle gulped and took off. The men followed. That was how Kyle knew he was a freak.
Kyle curled up closer to the brick wall. He tried to let the garage smell comfort him. It didn't. It only made him remember the smell of burning poisoned flesh as the leader of the gang's skeleton appeared.