New York, Rochester
February 15, 2012
On a safe suburban street a small boy, about eight years old wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans looks at his window into the night. He hears the cars pass, the owls hoot, and the leaves from the trees rustle. He stands completely still looking in the same direction as if he was waiting for something. The lights from the sidewalk lamps came on and still he waits.
He stands in the same place for minutes, then hours still looking out that window, still waiting. From downstairs he hears his name being called, but he doesn't respond. Whatever he's waiting for is more important.
"Kyle. Come down stairs for dinner" his mother says.
Kyle pays no attention to his mother, his focus is elsewhere. She walks towards him and stands in front of the window blocking his view. She then turns his heads to her slightly so he can focus on her. She wears a white button up shirt with a small red skirt. She has long brown hair and hazel eyes. She takes off her glasses and speaks.
"Kyle. What are you looking at?"
"I'm waiting for my friend to come. He said he would come tonight" Kyle said.
"He did and what's your friend's name?" his mother asks him.
"Axel".
"Well I'm sure Axel wouldn't mind if you came downstairs and ate dinner with us would he?"
He would. He doesn't like you and Daddy. He says bad things like you and Daddy are fighting and that you're going to leave me".
She looks at him. "Daddy and I just don't agree on certain subjects, but we will always be a family. So go wash your hands and go downstairs for dinner".
"OK".
Kyle leaves and his mother stands in his room alone. She takes a breath and looks out the window. She glances for a while, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. "It must be one of his imaginary friends" she tells herself. She bushes it off and walks out of Kyle's room, only turning back once to look out the window again from a far and turns out the light.
Dinner passes and Kyle has returned to his room, to the window. He can hear his father yelling at his mother, he can hear his mother pleading to his father, but most of all he can hear his baby sister crying. Kyle begins to cry as well. Thinking to himself we will never be a family again. A light flashes from outside that catches his eyes. He looks out the window as a portal opens. Its orange greenish color shines brightly that the whole block can see it, but only Kyle does. Out from the portal steps a small African American boy, not much older than Kyle. He wears dirty torn clothes with no shoes. He stands from across the street and looks to the window, to Kyle and smiles.
3:00 a.m.
Kyle rises from his bed and walks towards the window. The boy know as Axel that stepped from the portal still stands across the street. Kyle picks up an item and looks at the boy again. He nods his head to Kyle and smiles. Kyle walks out of his room and down the hall to his parent's room. He walks in slowly making his way to the bed. His father then wakes up from the sounds of his son and rolls over to look at him.
"Kyle" he says half asleep. "What are you doing up?"
Kyle didn't answer. He only looked down at the object that was in his hand. His father looks as well, but was too slow at reacting from what he saw. Before he knew it Kyle raised his axe cutting off his father's right hand. His father screamed in pain waking up his wife. Kyle took no notice. His face was completely blank, showing no emotion at all as he swung for his father's head.
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