To the readers: Yes, I'm back. I've been busy. I do have other things I do, such as Deviant Art, maintaining a social life, and trying to overcome an unusual form of writer's block. Which brings me to the next point. The good news is I can write still. Bad news is I can't come up with anything for the fics I already have made, only new ideas for different things. That, and I'm not satisfied with this fic. I said in the first chapter I was mostly writing to get it out of my head, and it's out.
To intrepid authors, or authors who are too dang lazy to be original: You may request for permission to take this story idea and work with it as you see fit, if you wish for it to be continued on. I don't really want to keep it. However, I'm not giving permission to just anyone, so if you want to use it, you have to ask me. I DID spend my free time writing the story so far after all.
To those who are cursing at me by this point: This isn't something I do for the readers. This is supposed to be a hobby. You aren't supposed to rule my life, I'm not supposed to pretend I'm doing this as a public service and/or to entertain. I mostly write to get the ideas out of my head, with the few exceptions of writing for others, but those are close friends, not total strangers.
To those of you who like this story: I'm not trying to be insulting, but personally, "I" don't like the story one bit, and I wrote it, so that's saying something. They say that the artist is always dissatisfied with their work despite it's beauty, but in my case, I feel like it's more of me maturing a bit.
To those of you wondering what I meant by that: I've been through a lot since I last updated here for real. My comedic mood isn't really too strong anymore, and this story feels like comedy to me.
To those of you threatening to kill me/a kitty/a bunny/a lawyer if I don't update this fic: Fine, fine. One last update to this fic, but one more is it, even though it won't finish the story. As for why you threatened to kill a lawyer, you do know a threat is supposed to threaten to do something the victim would want you not to do, right? Who likes lawyers? They cheat us out of money, and sharks don't bite them because of professional courtesy.
"Hey! Wait! Stop pushing! What are you doing?"
Kyle was getting pushed along by Billy and Emily, not really understanding what was going on. They had heard police sirens earlier, and hid, though Kyle didn't know what that was about either.
"We gotta get you home." Billy told him.
"But I'm supposed to-"
"This is more important than school right now." Emily cut him off.
"Why?"
"It just is, okay? Now will you please just go so we don't have to keep shoving you?"
Kyle grumbled a bit. He didn't like being treated like this. He sighed, then got up and ran home.
"Why did I even think it'd be safe to send him to public school? I feel so damn stupid..."
Sarah had been at work when the news came on. On a good note, the panic caused gave her an excuse to head home, but the news had also shown a lynch mob forming. This was going to be hell...
"He'll head home if he's in trouble, but I hope he's not in too much of it..."
Elsewhere, in an office, in California...
A heavily built man in a suit was watching the national news. Thanks to the memories of the T-Rex Incident in LA, Kyle's incident was upped to national to alert the public. It wasn't helping Kyle any as the man dialed a phone number.
"Are you getting this Monroe?"
"Yes-sir. So that's where the subject got to. Damn that Harding woman..."
"Get a retrieval team there now. I want it alive."
"Sir?"
"If we're to succeed where Hammond failed, we have to show the people we can quell these incidents without mishap. If the subject harms anyone, it's now officially on your head."
"...yes'sir..."
He then hung up, before the man on the other end could utter several obscenities...
"Yipe! BAD DAY!"
Kyle was currently fleeing from a pack of attack dogs. It's amazing what people can manage during riots and panics, among which is being oblivious to the obvious facts that Kyle wasn't feral, was human-like in behavior, and other things.
"REEEEEEAAAALLLY BAD DAY!"
He then hopped a fence just before one of those dogs sank it's teeth into his tail, and got bumped off by the fence.
"GYAAAAHHH! OOWWWWW! DANG IT!"
Kyle had teeth marks in his tail. The skin wasn't broken, but it sure hurt.
"What did I do to them?"
Kyle then yelped as a shotgun blast tore up the fence to the left of him.
"Ack!"
Kyle then dashed off as a horde of gun-wielding men came after him...
"HEY! GET OUTTA THE WAY!"
"This is a police blockade sir. You can't come in here with that van."
The driver muttered.
"I'm here to capture that thing. Lemme in."
"I can't let you through without authorization from the precinct."
"Gahhh..."
That's it. I told you I wasn't fond of this story anymore.
