Lyle Bennet (notafreak) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-21 02:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | lyle bennet, ryan anderson |
Who: Lyle and Ryan
Where: Outside an internet cafe
When: Night
What: Claire's brother arrives in the city. It doesn't leave a good impression.
Rating: R
Status: Complete
Note: Possible spoiler for Season 3
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Lyle Bennet was not having a good day. Okay.. so it had started out nice. He had been hanging out at a friends house playing some games on the Playstation 3 system. Trying not to think of the maniac that tried to kill his sister and look at her brain. Though he'd succeeded at the looking, but he didn't want to think about it. His mother had just called him then to come home. It was a school night, after all.
But as soon as he left the door, he looked down at his watch. When he glanced back up, something was different. No wait, everything was different. It was a big metropolitan city area. The street signs were not the same as he remembered. He sighed, shaking his head, his eyes widened a bit in surprise. "No. Oh no, what.. what is this? That can't be normal. I shouldn't be here."
"And yet, here you are," a voice said from behind him. It was a boy about the same age as Lyle, with a cap on his head, and he wore a black leather jacket. "It's.. Los Angeles. Don't bother trying to leave, it won't work. Sucks ass, doesn't it?"
Lyle turned around. "What? Who are you, I don't.."
The boy laughed. "Ryan. And I'm a warlock. Best not to fuck with me." He smirked. "Say, you got any money?"
"Umm.." Lyle shook his head, backing up a bit. Warlock? Just great, another delusional psycho. "I guess. Look, I need to find help. My mom-"
"-wants me to call her back after last night," Ryan said, cutting him off. "Mm, she was so tight. But not anymore." He glared then. "What do you mean, you guess?? You either have cash or you don't." He stepped closer to the other boy.
Lyle swallowed hard, not wanting to be anywhere near this kid. He reminded him of one of those thug type kids in high school, from a bad crowd that he'd never associate himself with. "Yes. Okay? yes, I got some. But I need it. Don't talk about my mother."
Ryan chuckled. "Then give me some.. and I might wait a while before visiting her again. She didn't tell you? Damn. That's a shame. Because I really liked fucking her. Twice." He sighed with a smirk. "She could really make some noise."
That was it. Lyle couldn't hear anymore. He probably shouldn't have overreacted, but he couldn't help it. He'd grabbed Ryan by the shirt and shoved him against a wall. "Stop talking about her like that! And you don't have to cuss so much. Really, you don't. You're tough. You're bad. We get it."
Ryan brought his knee up into the boy's groin, causing him to quickly let go and fall to his knees. "Bad move, motherfucker. Ohh wait.. that's me. I told you not to fuck with me." he pulled out his unholy knife then, holding it in front of him. "I wonder.. I wonder if you got a power."
Lyle whimpered on the cement sidewalk, holding himself in pain. He'd felt this maybe twice in his whole life. Neither time was fun at all. He hated this feeling. He blinked, his eyes feeling a bit moist from the action done to him. Then he saw the knife. And he felt fear. He didn't want to die. "My.. my what? Umm, what are you, another Sylar?"
Ryan paused, holding the knife, tapping it lightly on the boy's shoulder. "What? What does he have to do with this? No, like I said, I'm just a warlock. But I do know of a Sylar. Saw him in a meeting about some months ago. Along with the Antichrist. Now.. you better make nice.. or I may have to.."
"The Anti.. know what, nevermind. Don't want to know." Lyle trembled slightly. He had to act fast, before he panicked more than needed. He was already a bit frightened, not to mention lost. "Look, I'm sorry! I really am, I didn't mean it. Honestly." He swiftly pulled a $20 bill from his pocket, holding it out in shaking fingers. "Here. Take it.. please, just let me go."
Ryan slowly put the knife away and took the money from him. He'd never turn that down. "Alright. Yeah.. okay, bitch. I guess I can let it slide. This time." he turned to leave, smiling as he made a hand gesture.
Lyle was surprised again as some force pushed him, and he nearly fell on his back. "Please.. I said I was sorry. I won't do it again. I promise, I'll be nice to you from now on." He'd give anything to be back home with his mom and sister right now. And his dad. And their dog, Mr. Muggles.
"Damn right, you won't. Or next time.. well.. think about it." He walked away, leaving him there. And then he vanished in a nanosecond later.
Lyle sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glanced around, but didn't see that punk anywhere in sight. He could swear he vanished into thin air. But that couldn't be possible. It just couldn't. Taking a few breaths, he managed to get up slowly to his feet. He still hurt where Ryan had kicked him. It was then that he noticed the internet cafe. Maybe he'd find some answers in there.