WHO: Kyle Kingston and OPEN WHAT: Arrival and confusion and OMG DON'T LOOK AT HIM WHEN: Tonight! WHERE: A random street/sidewalk. WARNINGS: Kyle is an angst ridden teenager.
As usual, Kyle was angry. At his dad, at that stupid bitch witch Kendra, at the world in general for going on like nothing happened. He had just left his "Hey, lets not even pretend that you give a shit," message for his dad when he decided he just needed to get some air. So, he grabbed his motorcycle and took off out the front door, riding it down the steps and taking the bumps with ease.
It was easier to take out his frustrations on his driving. He could pretend that he was dodging and waving between all the bastards that clearly didn't care about him in the first place, leaving them behind as he zoomed off down the street. Plus, it was good to just be out of that damn house his dad had hidden him away in. It wasn't that Kyle was in a rush to let people see what he had become, because he seriously wasn't, but sometimes he just needed out of there. And putting on his full-head helmet was a great way to be out of the house without having to risk getting second glances from people.
Plus, it was Halloween. And night. So even if they did see him they would probably assume that it was some sort of hideous makeup.
But something went off when he sped around a corner, almost fishtailing a bit due to his speed. The traffic lessened greatly, which would be cool on it's own, but the street that was so familiar to him looked different. The buildings were smaller, the crowds weren't there, it was like he was in another place entirely. Plus, there was no sign of Halloween.
Confused, Kyle pulled his motorcycle to a stop on the sidewalk and looked around, trying to figure out what had just happened. But really, he couldn't come up with anything.