Chapter Two; Bear Hearts And Sparkling Sole's.

POV: Kyle

He lifted his heavy eye lids, letting white blinding light meet his bright, emerald irises. "UgHhh!" He groaned, Slamming them shut, his features crumpled into a frown. He shifted, on what felt like a dry warm, sheets but he couldn't be sure. 'Ugh, where was he? what happened? Did he…did he, Faint? God he did...but what was the last thing that he remembered? Ugh…he was…walking, his phone…wait his phone!'

He tore his eyes open, only to cringe and squint in the heavy artificial light, well he assumed it was artificial. Which was confirmed when he managed to bare the light, it was radiating from the bare light bulb that hung free from the ceiling, in the middle of the room. He looked around his surroundings, he was currently tangled in purple sheets, lying on a single metal bed frame. There was a wheelie chair pulled out from a desk- it had a lamp, which was turned off, perched on top of what looked like piles of papers, files and documents strewn around the area. The rest of the room was unfurnished, apart from a few desolate shelves and a single plan door frame. The border was chipped and a line of locks lined the right side.

'What the hell?…weird, Where was he?'

He tried to pull himself up into a sitting position. But found the task, un -manageable , as pain split down his scalp. He groaned. His hands ran over his face, pushing them through his tangled ginger mane under is forest green ushanka. Pushing it slightly of his head, freeing his lose curls, that he had managed to control with various hair products and temperature/atmosphere control.

'Oh, yeah, his phone', his moved to clutch at thighs, for his pockets. But they were empty. 'What? How can they be Empty…' he closed his eyes and tried to think of the last thing that he remembered. 'He was…downtown…when, when...it was fuzzy but he remembered falling, because, because…MYSTERION! That, tha-' He stopped, thoughts dispersed, someone was coming he could hear their foot steps. Large, heavy combat boots clanging on hard wood hallway floor, echoing, disturbing the air particles. A sudden adrenaline rush hit him hard in the chest, he lurched forward, flinging the comforter that was covering his clothed body wildly up into the air. A grimace spread across his face, got his head was killing him. Fuck, their was no where to hide! What was he going to do! It was to late, the door was opening.

A cloaked figure was revealed as the door swung wide from the frame, banging agents the thin wall. From his position crouched slightly behind the worn, old desk, he watched as his 'hero'-(yeah more like kidnapper), moved away from the door frame to the bed, half way there he froze. Kyle saw his window of opportunity shutting and fast, he leaped from his position, running towards the door. Mysterion lunged at him from his position, grabbing him around his waist. "Kyle! Kyle! Please calm dow-" he shoved his elbow into the other boys gut. 'How does he even know his name?'.

The hero swung him around and realised his hold, throwing him effectively down on the bed, its hinges creaked in protest to his weight. Almost instantly the hero was on him, hands pressing on his back. He stopped struggling, panting his vision obscured his curls lay lose, sprayed about his head like a halo, his hat had fallen and slipped in the struggle. 'He was not going to get-no! this was not, not possible! This stupid 'hero' had kidnapped him and was going to rape him! Holy shit! That Mother Fucker!' he tried to roll over- onto his back, as he failed his legs and arm's out, but it was useless, his efforts wasted-futile. His eyes where stretched wide, terra running through his veins. "GET OFF'A ME!"

"Kyle! Kyle! I'm not gonn'a hurt you, Ok? stop" his voice not breaking from its seductive husky wisp. "why are you doing this, let me go!" fresh tears started to fill his eyes.

"Kyle-ugh, Kyle trust me".

'trust him! Trust him!' he scoffed. The mad man pinninghim down wanted his fucking trust-ha!.

"TRUST YOU! Trust you! You fucking kidnapped me, you dam psycho! Let me up now!".

"Kyle, I saved you-RESCUED you. You have to understand that-"

"I understand that your insane!"

"let me finish, I am not going to hurt you, ok? You must understand that I did not kidnap you, you fainted" Kyle's face flushed at the memory, "I took you to a safe place, don't be frightened- "

"I am not-!" he shock his head, the leather clad hero, pressed softly on his arms-shifting his weight, easing the pressure on Kyle.

"Kyle, I'm going to let you up know… ok?" he nodded stiffly into the messed up covers.

Scrambling, when he was released; like a startled spooked squirrel being chased by a rabid blood hungry dog. His back was pressed agents the headboard, eyes wide in-' what fear? Anger? Shock?'

"Kyle" He raised a calming hand, in 'peace? What- Reassurance? God what the hell was going on? This is so fucked up! Like Marjory ' he continued "dude, just-".

"I need to get home-people; my family will-are, would be worried about me…please I-I just need to… too go home…my brother he…" he blurted, cutting the hero off as he raised himself on to his knees. "Kyle I promise, I promise I am not going to let anything bad happen to you, ok? you are safe, I will not hurt you, you can go home ok, just-just calm down."

'Fuck'.

"HOW CAN I TRUST YOU! WHATTHEFUCK! YOU-YOU. I just-just please let me" his voice broke in desperation "please, I j-just want to go, go home" this was too much, this wasn't happening. Mysterion gazed at Kyle as he clawed at his jacket, tugging it around him tightly. What was he meant to do, how was he to deal with this? This wasn't a drug dealer or a pimp, or even a druggy that he had to get though to for information. He couldn't break a few bones to sort the situation, not even pummel the shit out of someone, as that defiantly wouldn't help. Fuck. This was girly shit. With emotions and crap, he was trying to be sympathetic and understand what was going through Kyle's mind but this was…one of the hardest thing that he had even done. Fuck.

The pitiful sight made his eyes soften, the sharp edge in his voice coming out in gruff-rough low tone. "Kyle you can go home, you can trust me, I eh…I will take you home ok?"