AN:// Hey, it's been a while since I've written anything; I was waiting for summer so I would be able to update more frequently, or so I hoped. Anyways, this is a new category I haven't explored until now, and as all my other stories it contains CP (spanking or minors.) If this offends you, I suggest you quite reading right about… Now. Thanks. :)
Not exactly a morning person.
He only had the headlights of his green Camaro and the sleek black, endless road that lay in front of him.
This was an average scene for the driver, one he has gone through one too many times.
"Eleven o'clock." A smirk played across the drivers face. "How fitting." The car slid to a halting stop, dirt and gravel spit from beneath the tires and just as quickly as the car had come to a stop; the engine cut out silencing the night air. The headlights remained on, momentarily that is.
He needed a moment to himself before he went through with this, dark places reminded him of the past; something he was trying very hard to forget… exhaling he shut his eyes and flipped the headlights off.
Now he would sit and wait.
He fought the terrors that flooded his mind. The monstrous figures that were chasing him further into the dark, he caught his breath. It was going to be okay, he wasn't going back; he would die before that ever happened.
He needed something else to think about so he wouldn't be so alone and wreak less in his car. He needed to be patient; he needed to think about something less painful then his recent past. This was something he had gotten good at, something he had learned to do… he recited to the back of his mind, before all the mutilation began, before the horrible things that took place in his life occurred.
That's where he pushed his thoughts, and that's where he found the silver lining of hope.
His mind finally faded from reality and he soon found himself dozing off.
He was five or younger, and he was waiting just as he did now. He couldn't remember what it was he was waiting for only that it was important. The things he remotely recognized were the house he was in, it was his childhood house and that he could smell the perfume his mother so often wore. She was in the kitchen baking one of her surprises, no doubt; yet he still sat on the stairs staring at the door. His mother called for him to go and taste one of her homemade cookies straight out of the oven, but he paid her no mind. He was still waiting for someone, but whom? As if someone had read his thoughts the door opened…
His dreaming was cut short when something brought him to cautiousness.
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Kevin couldn't help but jump in his car seat; something brought him out of his dreaming. It was still dark outside, but the sun was chipping over the edge of the desert terrain. He had missed them, he had missed his opportunity; and for all he knew, it was his last.
Suddenly he realized that he wasn't alone anymore, there was a lone police officer standing outside the tinted windows attempting to look in.
Kevin found it really irritating at the moment, and he felt his eyebrows twitch. Switching the keys into the ignition his car it flared to life. A smirk appeared as he saw the cop flinch with the sudden sound of movement. Trying not to case him any more mental damages, Kevin rolled down the window hastily greeting the man.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Kevin's tone was rather bitter he wasn't exactly a morning person. "The donut shop is a few miles back." Kevin mumbled low enough that the officer couldn't catch on.
The Officer hesitated for a moment and then a deep frown appeared on his face. "Yes, actually. I was wondering if your car was out of gas or if you were stuck, but it seems that you car is in perfect condition-" His eyes never left Kevin's face.
It was almost like that man was trying to decipher an old puzzle or trying to recall a lost dream.
Still Kevin paid the officer no mind. "Yeah, it is. Thanks for noticing." Kevin's felt his eyes roll, without even meaning too. "Now what is it you wanted again?"
Apparently the officer wasn't a morning person either, and he took Kevin's attitude offensively. Narrowing his eyes he waved his flashlight around. "Look kid, I don't think that you should be out in the middle of the desert alone, doing god knows what out here... do your parents know where you are?" Again that look fazed that police man.
Kevin gripped the steering wheel while gritting his teeth. "No, in fact I don't even know where the bastared is. Now if you don't mind-leave me alone." Before the police officer had a chance to respond, Kevin threw the shift into drive and gunned it, leaving the officer eating his dust.
As the green Camaro speed off into the distance, the police officer narrowed his eyes. He punched in a few buttons on his watch and opened the automatic receiver.
"This is Galactic Investigator Pyloric... Yeah we found him."
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Kevin made it to his 'home' a few hours later.
He could barely see straight when he opened the light grey door. He ignored the mess on the floor and shut the door making it to his bed in only his faded blue boxers. Shutting his eyes it was strange for him, to be in this small condo. It was almost like he was like everyone else, or so it seemed.
Like the rest, he went out and 'worked', made rent, and still had enough money to feed and clothe himself-nothing extravagant but enough to just get by. The only thing that made him different than all the rest was the line of work he was in.
Underground alien theft.
Not only that but Kevin is only sixteen, number two on the most wanted list of galactic space investigations. And he managed to become what is known as the youngest criminal in the whole Milky Way, yes he was sixteen but on his own.
Completely.
No family.
No friends.
No partners.
No acquaintances.
Nobody, nothing…
Another smirk appeared on Kevin's face. It was almost as if he never left the Null Void.
Almost, at least.
Alone was a whole other meaning when you stepped in the shoes of Kevin E. Levin.
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Kevin slept for three good hours before he was awakened. As his cell phone went off he flopped over on his bed and answered it.
It was Torn; he was the closest thing Kevin had to anything.
Kevin opened the phone and closed his eyes again. "What is it?" Kevin mumbled into the line.
"Hey Kevin, it's me-"
"I know who it is. What is it you want?" Kevin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. All's he really wanted was a cup of coffee and to drive away in his car, forever.
"You're a little bent out of shape this morning, aren't you?" The line was quite for a moment before Torn continued on. "Fine whatever. Anyways, I was calling to see if you got those-"
Kevin stretched in his bed. "I didn't get them Torn. I don't know where he is, so if you don't mind I'm still tired and I want to-"
"You told me you don't sleep anyway."
The line was silent for a moment.
"That's not the point." Kevin clenched his teeth. It was a long time ago… but at one point they were friends. They were friends when Kevin's dad was still around, and they were friends up until the day he ran away. So there were many things that Torn knew about Kevin and one of them was that after being stuck in the null void for almost five years, he couldn't sleep anymore.
He was haunted by the nightmares.
"Kevin… look I know were not exactly friends anymore, but I want to be. I'm trying to help you out here. Those files on Ben Tennyson are constantly moving from place to place, last night was your last chance to get them from that moving truck. They made it to the main holding place this morning... they're not going anywhere for a long time, Kevin; it's going to be harder to get. If you're going to get them-"
"I'm going to." Kevin wanted to shout into the phone.
"I know." The line was quite again for another moment. "Look, I know that you want revenge Kevin, but it's not going to bring her back."
Kevin shut the cell phone closed, disconnecting the line. He was right; nothing he ever did would bring her back. No matter what he did to Ben, he would never get back the time that he lost. He would never see-
His phone vibrated as he received a text message. It was from Torn. Reading it, it was simple and straight to the point.
If you want the files they will be in Las Nuevo. Be sure to get it tonight, or you may never get the chance again… I'm, warning you know Kevin...This will change your life, it's your choice.
Kevin sniffed. "Change my life? Aren't we just getting a little too dramatic now."
Without responding he took a quick shower and pulled on some clothes. He didn't have a lot of time to spear. The location was far from where he lived, and he needed all the time he had to get there.
Drinking the rest of the coffee from the previous morning, he took one last glance at his shabby little condo. His car may be the best there is, but his home was in shambles and ruins. His jeans and few shirts lay scattered across the floor and many different alien junk was everywhere as well. He had two doors all together, one as the front door and one leading to the bath room. He didn't have a 'bedroom' per say, but he did have a large mattress lying in a corner with a grey-blue comforter falling off the sides.
This might be the last time he ever saw this place. Not that it held any significant importance; it was just better the Null Void.
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Upon approaching the site was a large white building with no windows and a large wire gate. It stood perfectly still and alone in the heat of the desert, but it seemed ordinary to Kevin and he had made his way in the front like he normally did.
The one thing that Torn didn't mention was that the place was heavily guarded with space police and commanders. It was easy to track down the files he needed but it wasn't going be easy once he had them in hand.
Sure it would have been a lot simpler if he would have gone and tried to find information on Ben elsewhere but he knew that school and medical records wouldn't help in this situation.
Not like the files he had now, they told him about the alien parts of Ben.
And that's what he needed to know.
He managed to retrieve the files. He was swift on getting in and finding where they were located, the problem now is that they knew he had them, and would be coming after him.
He had been muttering under his breath when the alarm went off. The moment he pulled the files out of the computer and into his hard drive, it set the whole place off. He managed to get out without being spotted, but they caught him on the cameras.
It was only a matter of time.
Kevin rested at the bottom side of the base. He was outside but his car wasn't near him. He could see it in the distance, but there was an electric wire fence, guards, and the chance of dying that stood in the way.
Kevin didn't know what to do next; what was there any way that he could possibly do now? They would spot him if he just ran out in the open, but then again he couldn't go back out the way he came… all possibilities seemed to end in the same way.
Wait or get caught.
Kevin wasn't going to go out so easily, he wasn't exactly a patient person but he was willing to wait this one out.
He needed to find Ben.
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Kevin waited an hour before it hit him. At first he thought it was a wasp, it was a hot summer day, but before he could reach back and feel it, something caught his eye.
It was a man, and he was smiling at Kevin.
He had been found.
If he was going to make it out alive he was going to have to make a run for it and get to his car, deciding now was good as any he pushed forward out of his hiding spot… but it was too late. His legs were giving out, Kevin had nowhere to run.
Kevin tried to stick in there for as long as he could, the dart in his neck slowly intoxicating him with whatever poison they decided to use. Slowly his eyes started to blur and he reached out to pull out the thick needle.
It wasn't fair… he had to make it out of here alive, he wouldn't be going back to the null void or turn into one of their lab experiments.
He couldn't handle it.
There was only one choice, Kevin reached down and touched the soles of his shoes, the rubber it in just might be enough to make it out of this mess, or maybe it would be enough to kill him.
Either way, he was going for it.
Kevin pushed forward with what little energy he had left and ran into the open grounds, there were guards yelling and running after him-threatening shot, but for whatever reason, they never fired.
He managed to make it over the fence, he didn't take the time to think about it, he just pulled himself up and over, shocking himself several times, being cut by the wires twice. Once on the other side he finally understood why the men never shot at him. They were all waiting for him to leave; it was like they wanted him to get away.
He knew it wouldn't be long until the drugs set in… so he was going to just that he was going to get away.
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