Chapter 11 - Home Invasion

September 15th, 2014

The Town House

2:01 pm

What's wrong Kyle? said a cynical voice.

What's that noise?

Don't ignore me. LISTEN TO ME...LISTEN

It's so loud. Stop. Leave me alone

The boy opens his eyes and rubs his hands on them to get the cobwebs out. He sits up and wonders where he is. A living room. What happened?

Don't forget Boy. You may be riding the horse, but remember. I AM KING

"Ahhhhh Stop it!" the boy wales in agony. He gets up from where he is siting and hears snoring. Who's house is this? How did I even get here...

He walked around and saw a lot of pictures on the walls; portraits of sports teams along with some trophies. The curious boy examines the texture of the walls. He didn't remember much. The last thing he remembered doing was walking by the big university after having snuck out of the orphanage. The smell of freedom roamed the air that day as he walked the lone streets with his Jansport backpack hung on to his shoulder. Christopher Kyle Cale, that's my name. He thought.

The long haired boy's memory was foggy. He felt like there was a gap somewhere in between. Almost as if a page of his book had been ripped out. Rrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Well, I guess I haven't eaten either."

Growing up in the orphanage Kyle was known for being the troublemaker and master thief. He would steal from the cafeteria and feed his rations to kids who were bullied. He never stood up to bullies because he never had the strength to do so, but it didn't mean he took anything from them. When he opened the fridge he looked in awe. In the orphanage it was a rare sight to see frozen burritos, ice cream, chocolates.

"I knew I made the right choice leaving that dumb Orphanage! And they say an eleven year old can't fend for himself." he said as he took a big bite of an ice cream sandwich.

He went back to the living room and gazed at the big TV in the center of the room. He had never seen one so gigantic

"This is Helana Wenslow live on channel 2 reporting that the the damage from yesterday's 5.6 earthquake is minimal. There have been no casualties and no severe damage to structures in the area. though The malfunction on the Bridge caused a major delay in medical help. there was also a massive fire that occurred on 37th and Maine. Where... What? Heroes? Where a group of heroes helped the tenants evacuate the building and put out the fires. It was not a scarlet speedster from central city ladies and gentleman. No names have been confirmed for our heroes, but our city thanks them. We now have Adrian Morge with Chief Gigs for an exclusive interview. Adrian.

Morge: Officer Gigs, WHat exactly kept your team and medical squads from getting across the bridge?

Gigs: The tower would not respond and we had no way or form to get our squad across that bridge with water cruisers operating Elsewhere. Eventually we were able to get across and with an anonymous message we were able to immediately respond. Thank you."

"An earthquake in New York? I guess the oph teachers were wrong. We do get them then." said Kyle in awe lying on the couch with his black loafers on the coffee table. He took a bite of an ice cream sandwich and burped.

"Who the hell are you, and who the hell told you that you could eat my damn sandwich." said an angry Isaac.

He was wrapped in bandages and was nearly hurdled over. His sweats were rolled up to his cafs and he wore a black tank top along with a golden chain. Kyle Observed his glossy curly hair that dangled over his eyes.

Kyle jumped off the couch and began to make a run for the door. He was 2 inches from reaching the doorknob when he felt the collar of his hoodie pull be pulled up. Followed by a taste of wooden particles once his face hit the floor.

"Well kid? You have 5 seconds to tell me who you are before this beige sand colored wood turns red."

"I dont know how I got here! Pl-ease just let me go! Ahhh" he wailed as Isaac twisted his arm.

Hmm

"I dont feel like you're lying so" the curly haired teen released his grip.

Kyle flapped his hoodie and examined his arm to see if anything was broken.

"What's your name kid"

"Christophere Kyle Cale. You can call me Kyle though.I think y-you sprained my arm jerk."

"Jerk? I could have broken your 's hella alliteration for a name. How the hell did you get in?" asked Isaac while struggling to sit down.

"I dont know. I woke up on the couch. And I was hungry so I looked for some food in the fridge." said the long haired boy as he got up from. Jerk

Isaac frowned and lifted up his eyebrow.

"What?"

"What."

"What?"

"What kid i'm half asleep i'm trying to wake myself up man. Jeez."

*Knock Knock Knock*

"I sure as hell hope that's your parents kid or else i'm going to shove my foot up your-" the second Isaac touched the doorknob it flew 7 feet with him into the wall.

Kyle stood in shock as he saw man dressed like a ninja walk towards him.

He wasn't a ninja (No sword) but he had armour like one and a black metal mask to cover his face. Bright blue eyes pierced into Kyle's much like the man was looking into his soul. The man resembled a bodybuilder, he looked as if he was 6'7 feet tall. The man began to pace towards Kyle.

"KID RUN." said Isaac as he burst into flames like a match hitting sandpaper. His glossy curly hair became a bright red and his pupils fainted into a shade of maroon.

Kyle made a run for it.

"Alright you freaking asswhipe you don't have a damn warrant. You're in my house. So no questions asked if I torch you into ashes right?"

The man wearing heavy armour pointed his wrist at Isaac

"Guess you ain't much of a talker huh?" said Isaac as he blasted a fireball at the man.

He evasively dodged. And struck Isaac with a lamp that immediately dissolved into flames upon impact.

"I'm made out of fire man that's not going to do." said the teen.

He drove his fists out and tried to jab the attacker. The man countered every one of his blows. No matter how much or how fast Isaac tried to land one hit he would miss.

The man drop kicked Isaac and he hit the floor. The man leaped on top of Isaac and grabbed him by the throat. Isaac struggled, but the more he did the harder the man gripped his throat.

"Targets name is Isaac Casto. I have him pinned." said the man

Pinned?You wish Isaac felt a rage ignite in himself like wood being tossed into a fire. He opened his mouth and screamed in frustration. Fire blew out and burned the man in the face. He fell backwards and struggled to take off his mask.

The man was in his mid thirties. He had a short black hair that did not match his menacing blue eyes. Underneath this he had a van dyke style beard.

Fuck This

"No more playing games." said Isaac as he burned his tanktop and his entire body became engulfed in scarlet flames. The floor beneath him began to sink in with his black Nikes also taking a bright red color,

The man pulled out on some brass knuckles and beat them against one another like a boxer does before a fight. These brass knuckles were not ordinary metal.

I wonder if I can turn his ass into apple sauce by touching him now. I think this is the hottest i've been since I first discovered my powers. Hope the kid got out. Things are about to heat up...

Isaac made a running start for the man and attempted a football style tackle. The man simply dodged the run with a swift sidestep. He reassembled his form and raised his fists in defense. Isaac got up in rage and with a flaming fist entered a barrage of blows. Left- right, Left -right, Left - Right. He swung and swung but he could never successfully land a blow. The bearded man continued to dodge the blows like Bruce Lee did in his movies in the 70's. Isaac began to fluster and lead in for another tackle. This time the man grappled Isaac and threw Isaac like a laundry basket into the wall. Isaac grunted in pain as he quickly got back up, but once he got up the man was pacing towards him and lead with his left hand. Isaac tried to predict the blow and block it but as he did the man faked his shot and impaled his right arm into Isaacs busted ribs. Isaac felt the pain up to his neck, but he had him in breathing distance now. The curly teen drove his fire fist into the man's left cheekbone. The man showed no emotion of pain and began to pace and raise his fists once more. Isaac decided to go back into close range combat. My best shot is to keep this close. He leaned in and began to try to hit the man once more. But this time the man caught his fist in mid air and Isaac felt his hand begin to go numb. What the hell he thought as he leaned back off and examined his hand. The flames were still shielding his hand but the sensation in his hand had dimmed down much like if he had been injected in his mouth when getting a tooth taken out.

"This brass knuckles are made out of a chemical that numbs the body. I've managed to hit you twice. I am going to make this simple Isaac Castro." he said as he loosened his fighting form and stood watching Isaac.

"Make what simple. You barge into my house and then you numb the shit out of my body. Hell i'd say you're trying to kidnap me instead of rob me. You immediately knew about my powers huh."

The man looked at his watch, "Surrender now. And the storm might not kill you" said the man.

Like Hell

Isaac saw the man reach into one of his many pockets and pull out a hunting knife the size of shark tooth. The man smirked and Isaac saw his reason for it. Behind the man was Kyle holding a frying pan trying to attack the man with stealth.

"KID NO!" yelled Isaac as the boy swung the pan aiming for the man's head.

Everything began to slow down for Isaac as he witnessed the man block the pan with one arm and the other hand with the knife make its way towards the boys neck.

No time. I can't run or leap fast enough to stop him. There's a basement underneath this living room. Screw it.

AHHH yelled Isaac as his hands ignited and he blew a hole into the ground. The man collapsed in along with the hardwood flooring he pulled the boy in with him, but Isaac managed to grab the boy and drive his foot into the blue eyed bastard's in the neck causing him to collapse.

"That's gonna be hard to fix." said Isaac as he grabbed Kyle.

Happy Holidays! A flashback coming soon! - Isma