Part 3

~Cruel Intentions

Chapter 7

- Kyle's Return

Stan whipped around faster than he ever had in his life, then upturned the whole chair backwards, landing flat on his ass, screaming.

"JESUS CHRIST!!!!"

Stan stared up in wonder and horror at the person in the doorway. It was the kid on mainstreet, but he could get a better look this time. He was tall, but that was mostly because Stan was lying on the ground. He wasnt pale, he was freaking white, with flaming red hair. He wore Kyle's old jacket (why wouldnt he?) but it was much too small for him, in the amrs anyway. He stared down at Stan with steely green eyes, smiling a weird, twisted smile.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Stan screamed.

"Oh Stan, I'm hurt. You dont even recognise me."

His voice was very strange, low and dark, with what seemed like an echo of a childs voice in the background. He walked forward a few steps, goiving Stan just enough time to get to his feet. Stan wanted to say something, anything, to make him go away, to prove that this wasnt Kyle. But, he just couldnt, there was nothing he could say.

"Kyle?"

He nodded.

"No, no, you cant be, Kyle's dead, he died along time ago, he was a little boy, he was my best friend..."

"Little boys grow up."

"Not when they're dead!"

"But I'm not dead."

"Exactly! You arent! Cause you arent Kyle! You cant be! Kyle's dead!" He was practicly screaming now, hysteric, because this guy was so damn calm, he didnt raise his voice once, even to the sound of Stan's frantic one.

"Fine, I'm not asking you to belive me."

He walked past Stan and headed for Sheila, who, throughout the whole ordeal, had just been sitting in her wheelchair, smiling. Stan was thouroughly convinced by now that this wasnt Kyle, and he wouldnt stand for this stranger to be consolling and visiting Sheila. He pressed the security button.

Nothing. No buzz, nothing. It wasnt working.

"I'm afraid I cant let you call security on me, Stan. I want to be able to see my mother, and I wouldnt want to hurt any of those securtiy guards Kimmy flirts with so much. I know how much you like her."

Stan felt his throat tighten as he watched Kyle walk behind Sheila and stare at him. He couldnt of, just couldnt of stopped the security alarm. It was nearly impossible.

Then he watched in horror as Kyle moved his hand over the vase of flowers by Sheila's nightstand, then they withered, and died.

"I dont care whether you believe in what I say or not, but I assure you, I'm far from dead." He grinned.

"Then again, I'm far from alive as well."

Stan slowly, sank to the floor again. This wasnt happening, things like this dont happen.

"What the fuck are you?"

"I've been trying to figure that out for nine years. I'll let you go now Stan, but before you leave, I'm just gonna ask you one thing."

The door behind Stan whooshed open on invisible hinges, but he wouldnt leave.

"And whats that?" He said, trying to sound brave.

"Dont get in my way." Kyle replied coldly.

Kyle dissapeard after he said that. (think of one of the twins from the matrix, cool eh?) Stan stared, gawking at the spot where Kyle had been standing, nothing but empty space now. Then he left, he actually ran. half afraid that Kyle would reappear again, then kill him like he killed those flowers. As he ran down the street, cold wind whipping in his face, he wished, just wished, that this was a nightmare.