Clyde walked along the street his white haired friend ambling next to him.
They were both out of breath from dance frenzy, though Clyde definitely more so. He had been so close to beating Lincoln but in the end had been forced to admit that Lincoln was the master gamer-at least for now.
Clyde was lucky though because if Lincoln was good at one thing it was being modest and he never rubbed his winnings in anyone's face to get them jealous. Well except maybe his sister's but that was more of a family thing.
Clyde glared down at his shaking legs. This is why he could never win. His dumb body would always give out on him. It wasn't even his fault!
Clyde had to admit, for all he loved his life, his body was the worst thing about it. Clyde would do almost anything to change it. With legs too thin and gangly, arms weak and floppy and abs nonexistent, it really wasn't anywhere near the best.
He could feel a worried gaze on his back. He followed the gaze to Lincoln's eyes and he mustered up a weak smile. He could see Lincoln's eyebrows furrow slightly.
"Geez buddy, you don't look so good. Your house isn't too far away is it?" Clyde shook his head as his friends question. He could see the world spinning slightly but he kept walking he didn't want Lincoln to worry anymore than he was.
The two friends continued walking, Lincoln keeping a close eye on Clyde to make sure he didn't collapse. He was Lincoln's best buddy and Lincoln didn't know what he would do if Clyde actually got hurt. Clyde himself was more focused on his steps.
One foot forward then the other. It was a seemingly easy process, made a lot harder by how fast the earth was spinning around him. He wished that the earth would slow down so he could take a proper step.
Clyde just wanted to get home. His muscles were strained and his back was aching slightly from the strain of holding him upright.
But it was okay Clyde has dealt with pain before.
Thankfully his house comes into view and Lincoln drags him inside. The once short corridor seems so much longer. He stumbles into the kitchen and throws himself onto his dad's crying softly. It feels like the world is closing in on him the air feels so thin.
He is trembling slightly and rasping but clings onto them like a lifeline. He can hear Lincoln explaining quickly and start crying quietly as Howard takes Clyde upstairs.
He places Clyde in bed and forces two horrible pills down his throat. Clyde whimpers as he falls asleep but he never hears Howard leave his side even as he slips into darkness.
The boy looked around slightly confused. He swore that he fell asleep in a pair of arms but here he was on a soft bed. It was very confusing. It wasn't as if he had anyone out there that cared about him anyway.
The boy swung his small legs over the side of the bed and slithered to the floor. It was a long way from the ground for someone small like him.
When his feet made contact he realised just how cold it was. It was a deceivingly warm red colour. He flinched slightly and held into the bed in an effort to stay upright.
He looked around at the room. It was seemingly empty with only a few odd looking machines in it. Other than that it was plain white with a red floor.
As his groggy mind cleared he could hear voices hissing in the background. Silently the boy crept over to the door and pressed his ear against it.
"Officer Mcbride what is this about!?" came a deep gravely voice. Then was obviously trying to keep his voice down as it came out as a whisper-shout. The boy couldn't quite hear the "Officer McBride's" whispered reply but he could hear the other man stiffen.
"You want to what!? But why!?" The deep voiced man gave up all pretense of whispering and just yelled. The boy could almost feel the anger in his voice and he backed away from the door slightly.
"You have no right and even so why would they let someone like you adopt him?" The boy could hear two steps being taken towards the door and someone filling with the handle.
"I think the boy needs two parents after all McBride. " The man said in a nasty voice.
Suddenly a massive man came storming into the room and grabbed the boy's hand pulling him out of the room. He let out a strangled cry but didn't protest.
The huge man glared around at the The other as if daring him to say something.
"I'm taking the boy to the adoption agency. Tomorrow he will no longer be out problem so I suggest to you that you remember your place McBride." he yanked the boy after him and almost shoved him into the car.
The boy could see the other man standing there clenching and unclenching his fists slightly before catching the boys eyes. He smiled at the boy in a comforting manner and for a strange reason the boy knew that this was not the last time he would see Officer McBride.