Apple bottom jeans were a wonder.
Kyle had a full length mirror on his closet door and she checked her back end, again, wiggling her butt with great enthusiasm. She was waiting for Kyle to return to his apartment, and to keep her from extreme boredom, mesmerized herself with her bodacious bottom.
'...She had them Apple Bottom Jeans...jeans, boots with the fur...with the fur,' Carol hummed happily to herself, rewarding her painfully off key singing with a slap on her butt and laughed.
'Ok, still bored.'
Carol wandered around his apartment, opening drawers and poking into closets. Evans was a horribly unorganized man with books and papers scattered in every other drawer; utensils in his office desk and empty bowls of cereal under his bed.
She knew, she checked underneath there.
Walking into his kitchen she immediately grabbed her stomach and gagged at the sight of his sink.
'CRIMEY...RINSE at least?!'
With an unhappy sigh, her OCD personality could not let such a travesty continue. Opening up the drawer under the sink, she located the dish soap, but threw out the moldy sponge she found with it. Using a dish rag she began tackling his kitchen sink, muttering obscenities with great disdain.
An hour later she stepped back and blew a piece of her blond hair out of her eyes. His kitchen floor or counters weren't good enough to eat off, but at least it didn't stink. Hanging the dish rag on the kitchen sink drawer she walked out of his kitchen, flicking the light off as she left.
Checking her watch she noted the lateness of the hour. Plopping herself on his couch, not without checking what she was sitting on first, she relaxed and tried not to nod off to sleep. Something began digging into her back and with a yelp she jumped up and turned on the lamp next to the couch. Peering down she reached into the cushions and was rewarded with his entertainment remote.
'Whee!'
Kicking off her boots (covered with fur, of course) she ran the front of her right foot against the opposite leg's calf trying to figure out his remote.
'Watch TV. Watch DVD. Oh a movie sounds good.' Lowering the remote she looked around the living room and located several potential looking cabinets. First try rewarded her with about one hundred DVD movies to choose from. Running her finger over the titles she frowned suddenly.
'Wow...no porn?'
He did however have quite an eclectic collection of DVDs. A little bit of this, that and some questionable choices for a heterosexual male. After a few minutes perusal Carol chose 'Jaws' and popped it into the dvd player.
Sitting back on the couch Carol crossed her legs and picked up the remote again, starting her movie.
******
Two hours later Carol slept peacefully on Kyle's cushy couch when she was rudely awakened by a particularly loud snore.
'zzzzz....(SNORF!)' Sitting up in the couch Carol shook her head and cleared her throat. 'Jesus,' she muttered and tried looking at her watch. The living room was completely dark now, the entertainment center, the dvd player - everything was shut off. Everything must have been programmed to shut off after the end of the movie. Pretty handy when you are too drunk to stay awake long enough to shut everything off. Handy alchy tool, Carol mused.
Fmgp, ..lly
Carol looked at the door and heard a voice curse on the other side. Smiling she straightened up on the couch and tucked her feet underneath her as she listened to Kyle fumble his way into his apartment. The door clicked and opened slightly. Kyle's fingers appeared first, wrapping them around the door and pushing it open as he tried to take off something that looked like a purse she had.
Men were odd, she decided.
Kyle was a particularly odd one, she thought, especially while in the process of taking off the bag he pulled up his shirt and revealed a rather nasty looking gun tucked into his waist band. Curious, she thought. She had seen his request for help to get a permit to carry a concealed weapon and that was the reason why she was there, in fact.
Her blue eyes traveled up Kyle's lithe body and she sighed softly. He was a handsome man. Nova was a lucky girl. He was kicking one of the boxes that was littered in his living room (the same one she had tripped over when she came in) and she sighed again looking at Kyle with a sad smile when he must have heard her because he pulled his gun out and shot blindly in her direction.
She wasn't sure what happened first. Her dodging the bullet by sinking into the couch or covering her eyes from the sudden brightness but she knew for a fact after both things happened that she was pissed as hell.
'JESUS KYLE! AIM FIRST. AIM!!!'
Useless
Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste
- Depeche Mode, Useless
A key card was still just as annoying to locate as keys were, and with this thought, Kyle dug through his satchel. He fondly referred to his new satchel as his 'Indiana Jones' purse and briefly wondered if the good doctor had problems finding his shit in his bag, too.
Standing in front of his door, he pushed his paper notes from side to side trying to find his wallet. Why hadn't he just put it in his fucking back pocket, he cursed?
'Fuck, finally!'
Locating his wallet, he pulled out his key card and slid it down the card slot, prompting the thumb pad. Wearily he placed his right thumb on the pad, triggering the locking mechanism in the door, and it opened slightly. Pushing the door in, Kyle pulled the satchel strap over his head and managed to pull his shirt half over his head in the process.
Tripping over one of his many unpacked boxes in his living room, he let the satchel drop to the floor to which he snorted - if he had his notes been in a palm pilot like everyone else, it would be broken right then. Kyle righted his two hundred dollar button up that was soaked with sweat and felt the metal of weapon he began carrying press warmly against his back.
He had rushed to get a permit to carry it, which he received with help from Tacharan, but he again refused to confess that it was their ex leader that had put him in the hospital, prompting the weapon protection. Kyle still wasn't sure why he was protecting her. Maybe it was fear of reprisal. Maybe.
Standing in the darkness of his living room, he looked down at the boxes and kicked one with his foot. Surprisingly, it sighed back at him. With a confused look he kicked it again and he heard the sigh again, this time to the side of him. Backing up against the wall Kyle reached out for the light switch with his left hand as the right reached for the weapon tucked in his waist band and in unison, triggered both rather loudly.
He didn't notice the long blond hair until after he shot.
Carol
15 years ago
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
The squealing high pitched voice coming from his couch was a familiar one...and not in the good sense.
'Carol?'
Kyle's shoulders slumped and he took a step closer to the little blond on his couch.
'What are you doing here? Do you know I could have shot you?'
'Carol?'
Kyle's shoulders slumped and he took a step closer to the little blond on his couch.
'What are you doing here? Do you know I could have shot you?'
Carol
15 years ago
'Yes, I realize this.'
Carol was backing up over the couch, against the wall away from Kyle who didn't seem to realize that he was still pointing the gun at her.
'Could ya...maybe?' She waved the gun away, flinching as he looked at it, pointing the barrel at his face, looking at it incredulously. 'Jesus fucking christ, man.'
Getting up off the couch and crossing the room, Carol took the gun from Kyle and popped out the clip and bullet in the barrel. Blowing a piece of her blond hair out of her eyes, she turned and threw the empty gun on the couch's matching love seat.
'Why'd you even want that in the first place if you don't even know how to use it? This is an Evenhet owned building, you know. They're going to want to know why you just put a bullet in the wall.'
Carol was backing up over the couch, against the wall away from Kyle who didn't seem to realize that he was still pointing the gun at her.
'Could ya...maybe?' She waved the gun away, flinching as he looked at it, pointing the barrel at his face, looking at it incredulously. 'Jesus fucking christ, man.'
Getting up off the couch and crossing the room, Carol took the gun from Kyle and popped out the clip and bullet in the barrel. Blowing a piece of her blond hair out of her eyes, she turned and threw the empty gun on the couch's matching love seat.
'Why'd you even want that in the first place if you don't even know how to use it? This is an Evenhet owned building, you know. They're going to want to know why you just put a bullet in the wall.'
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
Letting Carol take the gun from him, he watched her easily handle the weapon and throw it on his love seat. With a flick of her long hair, she looked back at him and put her hands on her hips. He was annoyed now.
'No one told you to break into my fucking apartment.'
He looked down at her and picked up his satchel again, walking down the hall to his office. It had been a long day of sitting in press conferences for the up and coming Presidential primaries - a new assignment he had been dealt with since his most recent trip to the hospital. Kyle had been temporarily taken off his Field Investigating Reporter status and given a desk job until he healed. Little did his boss, editor and surrogate father know that the Eternity he was given by Duibne had taken care of his superficial wounds.
His mental wounds, however, were apparently still in need of care.
His attitude had changed around the vampires, including the Tacharan clan. They had only been interested in who attacked him, not so much why. It was undoubtedly why Carol felt the need to break into his home.
'I got the gun for protection, just like I told Nova, just like I told YOU before. Thanks for the help to get the permit, but anything beyond that isn't really your fucking business,' Kyle mumbled over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway.
Stopping at the doorway to his office he looked back down the hallway. Carol had elected not to follow and hopefully was letting herself out. Kyle turned to enter his office when another gunshot rang out, lodging a bullet into the door frame inches from his head.
'What the...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'
'No one told you to break into my fucking apartment.'
He looked down at her and picked up his satchel again, walking down the hall to his office. It had been a long day of sitting in press conferences for the up and coming Presidential primaries - a new assignment he had been dealt with since his most recent trip to the hospital. Kyle had been temporarily taken off his Field Investigating Reporter status and given a desk job until he healed. Little did his boss, editor and surrogate father know that the Eternity he was given by Duibne had taken care of his superficial wounds.
His mental wounds, however, were apparently still in need of care.
His attitude had changed around the vampires, including the Tacharan clan. They had only been interested in who attacked him, not so much why. It was undoubtedly why Carol felt the need to break into his home.
'I got the gun for protection, just like I told Nova, just like I told YOU before. Thanks for the help to get the permit, but anything beyond that isn't really your fucking business,' Kyle mumbled over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway.
Stopping at the doorway to his office he looked back down the hallway. Carol had elected not to follow and hopefully was letting herself out. Kyle turned to enter his office when another gunshot rang out, lodging a bullet into the door frame inches from his head.
'What the...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'
Carol
15 years ago
'Oh, none of my fucking business?'
Carol turned to the love seat again and picked up the gun. Slapping the clip in place she loaded a bullet into the chamber and walked towards the hallway, quickly squeezing off a round just a half foot from Kyle's head. He was surprised, to say the least.
'Listen, fucker...' Carol walked down the hallway up to Kyle and shoved him. 'I'm sorry about breaking into your apartment but I thought we were friends and I was concerned.' This time she didn't bother clearing the barrel or clip from the gun but instead tossed it onto his desk, breaking a picture frame and knocking his keyboard off.
'What the fuck, over? What's with the attitude? I just want to help.'
Carol turned to the love seat again and picked up the gun. Slapping the clip in place she loaded a bullet into the chamber and walked towards the hallway, quickly squeezing off a round just a half foot from Kyle's head. He was surprised, to say the least.
'Listen, fucker...' Carol walked down the hallway up to Kyle and shoved him. 'I'm sorry about breaking into your apartment but I thought we were friends and I was concerned.' This time she didn't bother clearing the barrel or clip from the gun but instead tossed it onto his desk, breaking a picture frame and knocking his keyboard off.
'What the fuck, over? What's with the attitude? I just want to help.'
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
Kyle's face twisted up in anger as Carol systematically destroyed his property. So, he helped her. With satchel in hand, he heaved the bag into his office in the path of the gun knocking everything off the desk. Then he turned and yelled into her face.
'Help with WHAT, Carol? You don't want to help me, you want to know who attacked me and for the last god damn time...I DON'T REMEMBER.'
Lies. The sad thing was, it was getting easier to do it. The guilt he had felt after Ellis had put him in the hospital was gut wrenching, but as the weeks and months wore on, bold face lying was becoming second nature. So he didn't feel bad in the least doing it again with Carol. His violent reaction though did cause him to pause, but only for a moment.
Kyle reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small brown bottle. He shook it loudly in Carol's face. 'See this? This is how you are helping me, Carol. I should still be in the hospital or in traction, but no.' His face tightened up in anger and he threw the bottle violently. 'No, I let your fucking friends put that CRAP in me AGAIN. So really, if you don't mind.'
He reached out and grabbed Carol by her arm, pulling her back down the hallway to his front door. As he turned and opened it, he got a full view of the incredibly shocked look on her face but still was not prepared for the right hook she gave him.
'Help with WHAT, Carol? You don't want to help me, you want to know who attacked me and for the last god damn time...I DON'T REMEMBER.'
Lies. The sad thing was, it was getting easier to do it. The guilt he had felt after Ellis had put him in the hospital was gut wrenching, but as the weeks and months wore on, bold face lying was becoming second nature. So he didn't feel bad in the least doing it again with Carol. His violent reaction though did cause him to pause, but only for a moment.
Kyle reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small brown bottle. He shook it loudly in Carol's face. 'See this? This is how you are helping me, Carol. I should still be in the hospital or in traction, but no.' His face tightened up in anger and he threw the bottle violently. 'No, I let your fucking friends put that CRAP in me AGAIN. So really, if you don't mind.'
He reached out and grabbed Carol by her arm, pulling her back down the hallway to his front door. As he turned and opened it, he got a full view of the incredibly shocked look on her face but still was not prepared for the right hook she gave him.
Carol
15 years ago
Her delayed reaction to Kyle's raging and manhandling had her mind reeling by the time he got her to the door. Was this the same goofy Kyle Evans that was dating one of her best friends and clan members? The same Evans who's good natured flirting and deep blue eyes always left her blushing like a school girl? The same man who saved the love of her life? Was this that man?
No, it wasn't, she decided. On that thought as they stood at the open front door, Carol pulled back and punched him dead in the face. She took a step and put her hand on the door knob, closing it as she left but then stopped. With a deep breath Carol looked back at him.
'I'm sorry your life has been turned inside out, Kyle, I really am. But,' much to her surprise her eyes began to well up with tears. Her voice cracked as she tried to finish her sentence. 'I'm your friend, Kyle and I didn't deserve that.'
The anger welled up in her again and as she exited, she slammed the door as hard as she could, shaking the walls in the hallway.
(Carol out))
No, it wasn't, she decided. On that thought as they stood at the open front door, Carol pulled back and punched him dead in the face. She took a step and put her hand on the door knob, closing it as she left but then stopped. With a deep breath Carol looked back at him.
'I'm sorry your life has been turned inside out, Kyle, I really am. But,' much to her surprise her eyes began to well up with tears. Her voice cracked as she tried to finish her sentence. 'I'm your friend, Kyle and I didn't deserve that.'
The anger welled up in her again and as she exited, she slammed the door as hard as she could, shaking the walls in the hallway.
(Carol out))
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
For a little woman she had a mean right hook. Looking back he would be proud of how he took it; it did knock him sideways but his feet stayed planted in front of her. His lip did have the decency to at least wait for her to leave to start bleeding and as she slammed the door, he reached up and touched his face. His hand pulled back and he looked at the blood. His shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes at the realization of what he had just done.
His temper was becoming increasingly hard to manage as of late and he was certain it had everything to do with Ellis' attack on him. Kyle rubbed his bloodied fingers together trying to figure out what had set him off just then and honestly he could not think of one good reason why he just raged on Carol, of all people. The one person who never did anything to him.
Walking over to the couch he picked up the stray bullet that Carol had ejected from the barrel and walked back down the hallway to his office. His eyes passed over the bullet hole in the door frame and he sighed. Looking into the office he lowered his head and looked at the destruction. Slowly he walked over to his desk and cleaned up the mess, picking up his keyboard and broken picture frames of people he hadn't spoken to in years. Lastly he picked up his gun and ejected the clip. He pushed the stray bullet into the top of it and reloaded the gun.
Catching his reflection in his monitor he touched his lip again and brought back more blood. He moodily walked up stairs to his bedroom bathroom, throwing the gun on the bed.
Flicking on the light he peered into the mirror he rolled his eyes at his swollen lip. It wasn't bad but it was still a stupid testimony to his...stupidity. He grabbed a face towel off the towel rack and ran it under cold water in the sink. He cleaned up the mess on his face and then the sink basin, then tossed the towel into the hamper behind him. Reaching up behind him he put his hand on the light and turned it off as he exited.
Kyle stopped cold as he looked at the gun on his bed, which actually wasn't on his bed anymore. It was in Ellis' hand, who just happened to be sitting on his bed.
His temper was becoming increasingly hard to manage as of late and he was certain it had everything to do with Ellis' attack on him. Kyle rubbed his bloodied fingers together trying to figure out what had set him off just then and honestly he could not think of one good reason why he just raged on Carol, of all people. The one person who never did anything to him.
Walking over to the couch he picked up the stray bullet that Carol had ejected from the barrel and walked back down the hallway to his office. His eyes passed over the bullet hole in the door frame and he sighed. Looking into the office he lowered his head and looked at the destruction. Slowly he walked over to his desk and cleaned up the mess, picking up his keyboard and broken picture frames of people he hadn't spoken to in years. Lastly he picked up his gun and ejected the clip. He pushed the stray bullet into the top of it and reloaded the gun.
Catching his reflection in his monitor he touched his lip again and brought back more blood. He moodily walked up stairs to his bedroom bathroom, throwing the gun on the bed.
Flicking on the light he peered into the mirror he rolled his eyes at his swollen lip. It wasn't bad but it was still a stupid testimony to his...stupidity. He grabbed a face towel off the towel rack and ran it under cold water in the sink. He cleaned up the mess on his face and then the sink basin, then tossed the towel into the hamper behind him. Reaching up behind him he put his hand on the light and turned it off as he exited.
Kyle stopped cold as he looked at the gun on his bed, which actually wasn't on his bed anymore. It was in Ellis' hand, who just happened to be sitting on his bed.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis looked up at Kyle from her perch on his bed. She had ejected the clip and was looking at the gun when Kyle exited the bathroom. She pointed at his face with the empty gun.
'You have a bloody lip.' Reaching up with the tip of the gun she pointed out where. 'Right there...kinda.' Then she smiled.
She had heard them yelling through his front door. How could anyone not hear them - the gun shot had actually alerted security immediately and Ellis was only too happy to wave them off with a smile.
'Accident, sorry,' she had told them and the small security team had turned the corner just as Carol opened the door but did not look out it missing Ellis completely. Ellis took that opportunity to blend and take a step back as Carol finished her conversation and slammed the door behind her. Curiously Ellis watched Carol storm off down the hallway, crying all the way. Getting into the apartment was easy enough and she stood in the living room as Evans came back down the hallway and headed upstairs. She followed him quietly and took a seat on the bed.
So there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed holding his gun. He looked startled, which she figured her sudden appearance was to blame. Her smile probably wasn't as disarming as she would have liked.
'You upset Carol,' she said as she crawled up to the top of the bed and placed the gun and clip on the nightstand next to the bed. 'That's a lot harder to do than you think. She spits steel, that one. So making her cry is quite impressive.'
Kyle's eyes darted from her to the gun on the nightstand, prompting Ellis to get back up and retrieve the gun. Standing slowly she inserted the clip and loaded the gun. With the safety off, she handed the gun back to Kyle, grip first. With a sad grin she shrugged.
'You know that won't do much, right? But if it makes you feel more comfortable.'
Ellis took a seat in the middle of his king sized bed and leaned back onto her elbows with a smile that was nothing if not an invitation to relax.
'You have a bloody lip.' Reaching up with the tip of the gun she pointed out where. 'Right there...kinda.' Then she smiled.
She had heard them yelling through his front door. How could anyone not hear them - the gun shot had actually alerted security immediately and Ellis was only too happy to wave them off with a smile.
'Accident, sorry,' she had told them and the small security team had turned the corner just as Carol opened the door but did not look out it missing Ellis completely. Ellis took that opportunity to blend and take a step back as Carol finished her conversation and slammed the door behind her. Curiously Ellis watched Carol storm off down the hallway, crying all the way. Getting into the apartment was easy enough and she stood in the living room as Evans came back down the hallway and headed upstairs. She followed him quietly and took a seat on the bed.
So there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed holding his gun. He looked startled, which she figured her sudden appearance was to blame. Her smile probably wasn't as disarming as she would have liked.
'You upset Carol,' she said as she crawled up to the top of the bed and placed the gun and clip on the nightstand next to the bed. 'That's a lot harder to do than you think. She spits steel, that one. So making her cry is quite impressive.'
Kyle's eyes darted from her to the gun on the nightstand, prompting Ellis to get back up and retrieve the gun. Standing slowly she inserted the clip and loaded the gun. With the safety off, she handed the gun back to Kyle, grip first. With a sad grin she shrugged.
'You know that won't do much, right? But if it makes you feel more comfortable.'
Ellis took a seat in the middle of his king sized bed and leaned back onto her elbows with a smile that was nothing if not an invitation to relax.
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
She was talking but he wasn't hearing her. Kyle just watched as she fluidly moved back and forth on his bed, her lips moving but no sound at all coming out. The room had filled with a loud white noise, the type you hear in a tightly sealed room or in your car. That nothing noise. It was deafening.
Kyle looked down at gun as she handed it to him and took it from her. The gun was absolutely useless to him for security, he realized that. The gun was heavy in his hand, though. Lifting it he pointed it at her as she settled back on the bed, casually making herself comfortable on the same bed he had shared with Nova. Ellis was on his bed.
The sound snapped back with a loud pop and he shook his head slightly to clear the sensation. Blinking he opened his mouth and let the hand with the gun lay at his side.
'Why?'
It was all he could manage but the single word question had many layers that subconsciously he knew she'd understand.
Why him?
Why the attack?
Why was she here?
But more importantly...why was he protecting her?
'Why,' he managed again feebly.
Kyle looked down at gun as she handed it to him and took it from her. The gun was absolutely useless to him for security, he realized that. The gun was heavy in his hand, though. Lifting it he pointed it at her as she settled back on the bed, casually making herself comfortable on the same bed he had shared with Nova. Ellis was on his bed.
The sound snapped back with a loud pop and he shook his head slightly to clear the sensation. Blinking he opened his mouth and let the hand with the gun lay at his side.
'Why?'
It was all he could manage but the single word question had many layers that subconsciously he knew she'd understand.
Why him?
Why the attack?
Why was she here?
But more importantly...why was he protecting her?
'Why,' he managed again feebly.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis nodded and sat forward again, legs crisscrossed underneath her and her arms on her knees.
'Yeah...that's what I'm wondering, Kyle.'
She flicked her black polished nails rhythmically...flick, flick...flick, flick. Watching his expression fade from terrified to blank was a little disturbing and prompted further exploration, she decided. Her attack on him could not have caused this much damage. Considering what he had been through in the past two or so years - being bit was nothing. Shot, killed, revived, addicted, kidnapped, blown up, beat up, and revealed...really what she did was small peanuts, but what he was doing...that was odd.
'You know you're literally 'Untouchable' in this city now. With Simon and the clan and by extension, the rest of the clans. Simon always being the one to keep up appearances better than I, his friendships in the other two clans have helped wipe that bulls eye off your back, so to speak.' Ellis turned her head but kept her eyes on him.
'I broke law yet...where's the thunder?'
She had seen Simon and other clan members since her attack on him and not one person had mentioned it. No summons, no retribution or retaliation.
'It's as if...you didn't tell anyone it was me.' Ellis chuckled. 'Why is that, Kyle?'
'Yeah...that's what I'm wondering, Kyle.'
She flicked her black polished nails rhythmically...flick, flick...flick, flick. Watching his expression fade from terrified to blank was a little disturbing and prompted further exploration, she decided. Her attack on him could not have caused this much damage. Considering what he had been through in the past two or so years - being bit was nothing. Shot, killed, revived, addicted, kidnapped, blown up, beat up, and revealed...really what she did was small peanuts, but what he was doing...that was odd.
'You know you're literally 'Untouchable' in this city now. With Simon and the clan and by extension, the rest of the clans. Simon always being the one to keep up appearances better than I, his friendships in the other two clans have helped wipe that bulls eye off your back, so to speak.' Ellis turned her head but kept her eyes on him.
'I broke law yet...where's the thunder?'
She had seen Simon and other clan members since her attack on him and not one person had mentioned it. No summons, no retribution or retaliation.
'It's as if...you didn't tell anyone it was me.' Ellis chuckled. 'Why is that, Kyle?'
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
'I...don't know.'
His eye lids suddenly felt like a thousand pounds and they drooped closed, his head hanging forward along with them. It wasn't Ellis - it had nothing to do with Ellis but something...happened. Something he wasn't able to recall or maybe...
'I don't remember,' he said in a drowsy voice.
His eye lids suddenly felt like a thousand pounds and they drooped closed, his head hanging forward along with them. It wasn't Ellis - it had nothing to do with Ellis but something...happened. Something he wasn't able to recall or maybe...
'I don't remember,' he said in a drowsy voice.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Her smile fell as she watched Kyle physically shut down right in front of her. For a moment she lost track of the game she was playing with him and was genuinely stumped.
'You don't remember...what?'
Kyle just continued to stand there, swaying slightly seemingly under the weight of the forgotten burden perched prettily on his shoulders. Her shoulders slumped. Jesus all she did was bite the guy and he's acting like its this huge life altering event. She was actually starting to feel bad.
'Fuck,' she said.
'You don't remember...what?'
Kyle just continued to stand there, swaying slightly seemingly under the weight of the forgotten burden perched prettily on his shoulders. Her shoulders slumped. Jesus all she did was bite the guy and he's acting like its this huge life altering event. She was actually starting to feel bad.
'Fuck,' she said.
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
Is it bright where you are?
Kyle swayed slightly as he stood looking down at Ellis. The gun that once felt so heavy in his hand seemed to completely disappear and he would have thought that if he didn't feel the outline of the grip. He rubbed his thumb over the raised bumps, fingering the safety. Something in that action made his eyelids close slowly and he became acutely aware of the high pitched whine in his ears.
Ellis was asking him something - he could see her mouth moving but the whine in his ears was growing louder and louder. Kyle shook his head, trying to clear the noise but it only made it worse. The color was draining out of her face and curiously out of the room around her until it was a dull white. The whine kept getting louder and louder, filling his head with painful white noise that he lifted his hands and covered his ears, the cold steel of the gun in his right hand pressing against his temple.
His eyes began to water at how bright the room was getting when suddenly it began to bleed. Blood pooled on the floor in front of the bed and splatters appeared on the wall. The center of the bed, where Ellis had been sitting but no longer, was a large wet spot, damp with dark red blood. The blood trail ran off the bed and along the floor to his feet.
Kyle shut his eyes.
Is it bright where you are?
The sound was gone just as quickly as it had come. Opening his eyes slowly Kyle looked down and saw his hands back at his side and Ellis staring up at him. He had been thinking of something, but suddenly he couldn't recall what it was and the thought of this made goosebumps rise on his arms and neck.
How terrifying would it be to know you were remembering something you tried desperately to forget, once upon a time?
Kyle focused in on Ellis and with a weary voice told her, 'Get out.'
Kyle swayed slightly as he stood looking down at Ellis. The gun that once felt so heavy in his hand seemed to completely disappear and he would have thought that if he didn't feel the outline of the grip. He rubbed his thumb over the raised bumps, fingering the safety. Something in that action made his eyelids close slowly and he became acutely aware of the high pitched whine in his ears.
Ellis was asking him something - he could see her mouth moving but the whine in his ears was growing louder and louder. Kyle shook his head, trying to clear the noise but it only made it worse. The color was draining out of her face and curiously out of the room around her until it was a dull white. The whine kept getting louder and louder, filling his head with painful white noise that he lifted his hands and covered his ears, the cold steel of the gun in his right hand pressing against his temple.
His eyes began to water at how bright the room was getting when suddenly it began to bleed. Blood pooled on the floor in front of the bed and splatters appeared on the wall. The center of the bed, where Ellis had been sitting but no longer, was a large wet spot, damp with dark red blood. The blood trail ran off the bed and along the floor to his feet.
Kyle shut his eyes.
Is it bright where you are?
The sound was gone just as quickly as it had come. Opening his eyes slowly Kyle looked down and saw his hands back at his side and Ellis staring up at him. He had been thinking of something, but suddenly he couldn't recall what it was and the thought of this made goosebumps rise on his arms and neck.
How terrifying would it be to know you were remembering something you tried desperately to forget, once upon a time?
Kyle focused in on Ellis and with a weary voice told her, 'Get out.'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis opened her mouth but found herself to be at a loss for words. Shaking her head, she crawled off his bed and stood directly in front of Evans. In her heels he was just slightly taller than her and as she looked him in the eyes, she was perplexed by his sudden change of personality and that he wouldn't look at her directly.
'Alright, Kyle.' Nodding she smiled as she turned and walked out.
Her curiosity peaked, she took out a cigarette and reached into her breast pocket for her lighter. Flipping it open she stood at the foot of the stairs and lit it. Interesting, she thought. Something was afoot with Mr. Kyle Evans and being as nosy as she was, finding out just why had moved up to the top of her 'to do' list. Doing that meant compiling a list of people who could find out that information for her.
Inhaling deeply on her cigarette, she descended the stairs in deliberate steps and made a mental note of that short list as she passed through his living room. With a hand on the door knob, she left her cigarette dangling from her lips and gave the room a look over her shoulder.
Her life was turning into a series of interesting yet unanswered questions. Why not answer them, she decided. Besides, she didn't have much of anything else to do.
And with that, she exited Kyle's apartment as quietly as she had arrived.
((Ellis out))
'Alright, Kyle.' Nodding she smiled as she turned and walked out.
Her curiosity peaked, she took out a cigarette and reached into her breast pocket for her lighter. Flipping it open she stood at the foot of the stairs and lit it. Interesting, she thought. Something was afoot with Mr. Kyle Evans and being as nosy as she was, finding out just why had moved up to the top of her 'to do' list. Doing that meant compiling a list of people who could find out that information for her.
Inhaling deeply on her cigarette, she descended the stairs in deliberate steps and made a mental note of that short list as she passed through his living room. With a hand on the door knob, she left her cigarette dangling from her lips and gave the room a look over her shoulder.
Her life was turning into a series of interesting yet unanswered questions. Why not answer them, she decided. Besides, she didn't have much of anything else to do.
And with that, she exited Kyle's apartment as quietly as she had arrived.
((Ellis out))
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
Kyle watched Ellis leave out of the corner of his eye, refusing to look at her. When he heard her heavy steps on the stairs, the relief swarmed over his body, cascading from his shoulders. Giving the gun in his hand a glance, he threw it on his bed and laid out flat, face first next to it.
((Kyle Out))
((Kyle Out))