Dang. Turns out that the first school day should have been a Monday
according school regulations across the U.S. Gotham IS in the U.S.A., but
I'm not going to fix it. Let's just say that it's a teacher conference…
Chapter 3 – 'Growing' pains…
Kyle nearly screamed. He restrained himself, and felt the teeth. They were quite sharp. Kyle knew he couldn't make it through the day without being called a freak. The changes were occurring too fast, and he now knew they weren't about to stop. He ran out the bathroom door, knocking Terry down on the way.
"SORRY!"
Kyle kept running, and Terry chased after him. As Kyle continued to run, other students thought they had gone nuts. There was no way that shine coming from his hands could be claws…right?
Kyle ran past a group of students, but wound up colliding with one. He quickly got up, but fell forward when he stood.
'Great. This is the last thing I need right now. A concussion. What am I going to do?'
Terry rounded the corner. Kyle quickly got scared, and got up and ran. The student he knocked down noticed that he was running in an odd manner…
Kyle felt he had a good enough lead. He was outside the school, and Terry was still looking for him inside. He walked down the steps, guilty he ditched school, but relieved at the same time. He was on the third step when the pain struck him again. He fell down the steps, but that was nothing compared with what he felt. His skin felt like it was on fire. Even his hair felt like it. It passed quickly, and he managed to stand up. As he did, he finally noticed that claws replaced his fingernails on his hands.
"Great." He said sarcastically.
Kyle faintly noticed that his voice had changed slightly. It was rougher now. He continued down the steps, keeping his heels off the ground, and his knees bent. Even when he stood, it was like that. Kyle looked around worriedly. He saw no one, but he felt like there was someone. On an instinct, he sniffed the air. He could smell oil, like that used in hover cars. He ran as fast as he could toward his home, unaware that the person he was running from was Bruce Wayne…
As Kyle ran, he noticed that people turned to stare at him as he ran past. Why he didn't know yet, but he didn't want the attention. Kyle ran to his front door, and took a key out of his pocket. He used it, and unlocked the door. He ran inside, locked the door, and immediately ran to the bathroom upstairs. When he looked in the mirror, he panicked. Instead of human flesh, there were rough, red, reptilian scales all over his body. Since Kyle's shirt had torn, he could see that on his chest and stomach there were scales of a different color, shape, and texture. That was what really alerted Kyle. What did was that the hair on his head had turned blonde, while that elsewhere on his body had completely vanished.
"WHAT THE HECK DID THEY SPLICE ME WITH??????????????"
Kyle checked his teeth again. They were sharper than before, but when Kyle tested them like he did at the school, he didn't draw blood.
"I guess that's one advantage to scales…YEOW!!!!!!!"
Kyle accidentally poked his tongue with his claw. That didn't draw blood either, but it hurt. Kyle then refrained from using his fingertips to test his teeth. Kyle knew he was sunk. He could never explain this to his mother in a hundred years, plus he'd get expelled for ditching school, PLUS they'd tell his mother, and that would mean she'd want to have a talk with him. This wasn't his day. He went back downstairs, and saw a note addressed to him.
"Let's see… 'Dear Kyle, last night some neighbors called and said they planned to throw us a house-warming party tonight. It will be at 4:00 p.m. I hope you had a good day.' … Terrific. I'm not as good as dead, I'm worse!!!!"
Kyle went back upstairs, and went into the room opposite the bathroom. It was his room.
"How could this get any worse?"
He sat down on the bed, and sprang up in pain. He felt to see if something was stuck in his butt, because the pain felt like he sat on something sharp. The scales on his face turned to a pale white when he felt something else. There was a bump the size of his fist protruding from his rump, and that was the source of the pain. It was sensitive to the touch.
"WHAT THE HECK? AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The pain in his spine flared up again, and he fell to his knees in agony. This time, he felt his spine elongate to the bump, and beyond. A loud tearing made Kyle turn pale all over. When the pain subsided, he turned to look. Just like he feared, the bump was actually a tail forming, which had quickly grown slightly longer than his legs. Like the rest of him, it was covered in red scales. It was also rather thick, kind of like he'd pictured a Tyrannosaur's tail.
"Fate, did you have to give me a demonstration?"
Kyle felt the tail. It was real all right. Especially since he could move it like he could his arms. It was truly his. Kyle looked at the time. His clock said 1:47 p.m.
"Great. In less than three hours, I'm doomed…"
"Where's Kyle?" Max asked Terry after school.
"He ran out of here after lunch. He looked like he was afraid of staying here."
"He ditched? Why would he?"
"He told me the Splicers got him last night."
Max looked surprised.
"Then why did he look fine before he ran?"
"You've heard the rumors that the Splicers are using some new serum, right?"
"Yeah."
"That could be why."
"Terry's got a girlfriend!" A little kid started to chant.
"Matt? What are you doing here?"
"Mom said that we're going to a house-warming party soon. She's here to take us to it."
"Housing-warming party?"
Matt then walked toward a hover car. Terry's mother, Mary was in the driver seat.
"Who's you're friend, Terry? Oh… Hi Max."
"Hello Mrs. McGinnis."
"You can come along."
"Okay."
"Kyle, I'm home!"
Kyle knew he was in deep trouble, and he just fell deeper.
"Come down here! I want to know why you were expelled on your first day. You never got in trouble before."
Kyle didn't go downstairs. He wasn't stupid enough to go down, especially since he heard his mother open the shades.
"KYLE!!!!!!"
Kyle's mother, Lisa went up the stairs, and quickly opened his door…
Don't you just LOVE cliffhangers? (evil grin.)
Chapter 3 – 'Growing' pains…
Kyle nearly screamed. He restrained himself, and felt the teeth. They were quite sharp. Kyle knew he couldn't make it through the day without being called a freak. The changes were occurring too fast, and he now knew they weren't about to stop. He ran out the bathroom door, knocking Terry down on the way.
"SORRY!"
Kyle kept running, and Terry chased after him. As Kyle continued to run, other students thought they had gone nuts. There was no way that shine coming from his hands could be claws…right?
Kyle ran past a group of students, but wound up colliding with one. He quickly got up, but fell forward when he stood.
'Great. This is the last thing I need right now. A concussion. What am I going to do?'
Terry rounded the corner. Kyle quickly got scared, and got up and ran. The student he knocked down noticed that he was running in an odd manner…
Kyle felt he had a good enough lead. He was outside the school, and Terry was still looking for him inside. He walked down the steps, guilty he ditched school, but relieved at the same time. He was on the third step when the pain struck him again. He fell down the steps, but that was nothing compared with what he felt. His skin felt like it was on fire. Even his hair felt like it. It passed quickly, and he managed to stand up. As he did, he finally noticed that claws replaced his fingernails on his hands.
"Great." He said sarcastically.
Kyle faintly noticed that his voice had changed slightly. It was rougher now. He continued down the steps, keeping his heels off the ground, and his knees bent. Even when he stood, it was like that. Kyle looked around worriedly. He saw no one, but he felt like there was someone. On an instinct, he sniffed the air. He could smell oil, like that used in hover cars. He ran as fast as he could toward his home, unaware that the person he was running from was Bruce Wayne…
As Kyle ran, he noticed that people turned to stare at him as he ran past. Why he didn't know yet, but he didn't want the attention. Kyle ran to his front door, and took a key out of his pocket. He used it, and unlocked the door. He ran inside, locked the door, and immediately ran to the bathroom upstairs. When he looked in the mirror, he panicked. Instead of human flesh, there were rough, red, reptilian scales all over his body. Since Kyle's shirt had torn, he could see that on his chest and stomach there were scales of a different color, shape, and texture. That was what really alerted Kyle. What did was that the hair on his head had turned blonde, while that elsewhere on his body had completely vanished.
"WHAT THE HECK DID THEY SPLICE ME WITH??????????????"
Kyle checked his teeth again. They were sharper than before, but when Kyle tested them like he did at the school, he didn't draw blood.
"I guess that's one advantage to scales…YEOW!!!!!!!"
Kyle accidentally poked his tongue with his claw. That didn't draw blood either, but it hurt. Kyle then refrained from using his fingertips to test his teeth. Kyle knew he was sunk. He could never explain this to his mother in a hundred years, plus he'd get expelled for ditching school, PLUS they'd tell his mother, and that would mean she'd want to have a talk with him. This wasn't his day. He went back downstairs, and saw a note addressed to him.
"Let's see… 'Dear Kyle, last night some neighbors called and said they planned to throw us a house-warming party tonight. It will be at 4:00 p.m. I hope you had a good day.' … Terrific. I'm not as good as dead, I'm worse!!!!"
Kyle went back upstairs, and went into the room opposite the bathroom. It was his room.
"How could this get any worse?"
He sat down on the bed, and sprang up in pain. He felt to see if something was stuck in his butt, because the pain felt like he sat on something sharp. The scales on his face turned to a pale white when he felt something else. There was a bump the size of his fist protruding from his rump, and that was the source of the pain. It was sensitive to the touch.
"WHAT THE HECK? AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The pain in his spine flared up again, and he fell to his knees in agony. This time, he felt his spine elongate to the bump, and beyond. A loud tearing made Kyle turn pale all over. When the pain subsided, he turned to look. Just like he feared, the bump was actually a tail forming, which had quickly grown slightly longer than his legs. Like the rest of him, it was covered in red scales. It was also rather thick, kind of like he'd pictured a Tyrannosaur's tail.
"Fate, did you have to give me a demonstration?"
Kyle felt the tail. It was real all right. Especially since he could move it like he could his arms. It was truly his. Kyle looked at the time. His clock said 1:47 p.m.
"Great. In less than three hours, I'm doomed…"
"Where's Kyle?" Max asked Terry after school.
"He ran out of here after lunch. He looked like he was afraid of staying here."
"He ditched? Why would he?"
"He told me the Splicers got him last night."
Max looked surprised.
"Then why did he look fine before he ran?"
"You've heard the rumors that the Splicers are using some new serum, right?"
"Yeah."
"That could be why."
"Terry's got a girlfriend!" A little kid started to chant.
"Matt? What are you doing here?"
"Mom said that we're going to a house-warming party soon. She's here to take us to it."
"Housing-warming party?"
Matt then walked toward a hover car. Terry's mother, Mary was in the driver seat.
"Who's you're friend, Terry? Oh… Hi Max."
"Hello Mrs. McGinnis."
"You can come along."
"Okay."
"Kyle, I'm home!"
Kyle knew he was in deep trouble, and he just fell deeper.
"Come down here! I want to know why you were expelled on your first day. You never got in trouble before."
Kyle didn't go downstairs. He wasn't stupid enough to go down, especially since he heard his mother open the shades.
"KYLE!!!!!!"
Kyle's mother, Lisa went up the stairs, and quickly opened his door…
Don't you just LOVE cliffhangers? (evil grin.)