Kyle starred down at his hands apprehensively willing them to turn back to their human colour, as if returning back to his original colour, would eradicate all that had happened to his bedroom in the last few minutes, ease his piece of mind.
But Kyle realised, his piece of mind had flown out the window once he had come to know the Pod squad, once he had become involved with Liz he should have known she would be trouble.
Wasn't it his own father that had told him that the quiets ones were always the most trouble, shuddering slightly as the rest of the conversation came back to him, pushing it away almost immediately.
There were some things you just didn't want to hear coming out of your father's mouth and that conversation had definitely been one of them.
Pushing his hand through his hair impatiently, he winched as his fingers caught some of his hair, pulling his hand away gently so to lessen the pain of the hair removal that he just knew was coming.
Bringing his once freed hand down to his eye level, he grimaced at the hairs entwined around his fingers.
Red, his hair had to go red, he thought disgusted, he mean of course why not. His skin goes purple, his hands looked like they were growing into freaking sausages, and his hair goes red, could it get any better he thought?
And then he remembered how he had blown up his dads freaking bowling ball only ten minutes ago, when it had suddenly fallen from the shelf in his walk in wardrobe.
Waking up, as it had started moving, he had acted on an instinct he hadn't known he had possessed, until he had met the Czechoslovakians he admitted, he had bounded from the bed and grabbed his basketball getting ready to throw it, but it was only as he turned to look around for what had made the noise letting the basketball fall to the side after he found no intruders, that the ball really moved, tipping over a box that had sat in front of it as it dived for the ground.
Whirling around as the noise the ball made sounding larger then life to Kyle, one of the improvements that seemed to have crept up on him overnight, did he stick out his hand and seemingly with his hand broke it into pieces, his hand making a fist as if it was closing around the ball on the other side of the room.
Starring at the chalk remains of the ball on the wooden floor of his room, from the seated position on his bed where he had been seated shocked for the last ten minutes, did he realise that this may have been going on for a lot longer then he had realised.
He had been having strange premonitions for a long time now, knowing when there was people following him, knowing intuitively whether they were friendly or enemy like the FBI agents.
Knowing when Maria or Liz needed him, but to him it had all seemed to manifest itself looking back, around the time that Maria's Czechoslovakians had made an appearance in their lives.
So it was obvious to him, his consciousness readily agreed, it was all their fault.
Unfortunately his subconscious was not so generous, it whispered questions, questions that he admitted he didn't have answers to.
Like why he could sense only when Maria or Liz were in trouble, even Alex on occasion, but never Isabel, Max, Micheal or even Tess.
And why since Micheal was the only one that could blow things up did he seem to be getting his powers, when the guy hadn't healed him, couldn't in fact heal him.
Or why his whole outward appearance seemed to be changing to match what he thought an alien should look like, and yet Liz or Maria only got a small silver handprint that they could hide easily.
Suddenly he could easily make out the sound of a car coming up the driveway, obviously heading towards their house considering they were the only one on this road, he dove towards the en suite bathroom attached to his bedroom, and thanking the lord for it was safely enclosed in it when he heard the door open and the small gently footsteps of Tess coming down the hall way and into his room.
Wishing that he had tided the ball away, he was tempted to get out of the shower and lock the door which he didn't think he had actually locked, but knew if the shower was running Tess wouldn't come in.
She was strangely prudish that way, and yet he knew she had no problem bursting into his bedroom whenever the whim struck her, no matter if it was the morning or evening. It had come to such a point that the only way he could guarantee that she wouldn't burst in while he was changing was to get changed in the bathroom.
He wasn't ashamed of his body but he preferred that the girl he lived with didn't know what he looked like without his clothes on especially considering they weren't going out.
He knew for certain though that she wouldn't come into his bathroom.
If he remembered her words rightly, he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Guys bathrooms disgusted her with their smells and fluid's spilled everywhere and the toilet seat always down…
Sometimes he thought, it was good he wasn't a pig because the bathroom was the one place he was safe from her, and so he kept it impeccably neat, like his dad, but Tess didn't need to know that.
They each had their own bathroom and nobody, and he meant nobody was going to mess with the status quo.
Turning the shower off, as he heard her knock on the door, he listened to her shouted requests and questions and then smiled in satisfaction as she went off once again, obviously satisfied.
Turning off the shower, he tied a towel around his waist suddenly aware that his towel must have shrunk to be this tight fitting, and turned to whip the steam of the mirror, stifling the scream that threatened to come from his mouth as he finally saw all the changes to his body.
His skin was purple, yes and his hair was red, but now he realised that his body had changed as well. His muscles had more then tripled in size. Muscles up his arms, and across his broader then ever shoulders rippling with strength as he flexed his fingers.
Suddenly a smile broke across his face, it appeared the Czech's were good for something, even if it did come with purple skin. He could work the hair and muscles but the skin was going to be hard to hide.
He knew of only one woman who would know what to do to hide this until he had a talk with Max and figured out how to reverse it or at least hide it.
Maria.
He had been working on getting a ripped physique ever since he had over heard Maria, Liz and Tess talking about how ripped Max and Micheal were, and it had pissed him off.
He and Liz used to go out, so she should have been putting a good word in for him but no, all she could do was drool and daydream and readily agree. What was it about girls around here that had them loose their mind over a few muscles he had wondered at the time?
Now he knew, and he had never felt better knowing that now the girls would be talking about him, flexing his muscles for real this time, and smiling contentedly as he watched.
But firsts he thought, as his stomach muscles clenched, he had to get his head in gear, and to do that he had to meditate.
Grabbing a pair of loose grey sweats from a shelf in his bathroom, he walked into his bedroom, a towel around his shoulders, rubbing the wetness out of his hair, unknowingly posing in a way that would have any girl that had been watching praising god for giving her eyes.
Lowering himself to the ground, he moved his legs till he was sitting Indian, and leaning forward to the table that was used as an alter, lit the incense with some matches, before settling back into a comfortable position and starting to hum.
Kyle could feel himself starting to break away from his body, becoming one with his surroundings. It was this feeling of utter peacefulness that had him going back every time he knew. It was more heady then any drug, more potent then any drink, more…. his brain running out of adjectives to describe it as his mind just became peaceful, all of his worries just floating away.
It was then as he was totally at peace that he felt the intrusion. Like some body trying to invade something that was scared, Kyle was somehow prepared, and putting up shields, bet the shadow back consistently, until finally a piece of it broke through, and as that one piece was absorbed into him, did he realise what was happening and letting the walls fall a bit, not entirely trusting, he let the shadow in, ironically supplying him wit memories of a past he felt as better forgotten.
Waking from the trance slowly, feeling his muscles straining as if they had undertaken a strenuous workout, he sat still for minutes focusing on the slowly burning incense stick as his mind assimilated all that he had learned with what he already knew.
Stretching when he felt he was ready, using his right hand as leverage, did he lift himself into a one handed back loose back flip, and brushing himself off, smiled at the adrenaline kick it had given him to now be freely able to do things that had always eluded him.
Pulling on a loose sweat shirt, previously loose enough to whole three people in it before he put on his muscles bulk, which now ironically was anything but loose, hinting at the muscles underneath it, and pulling the hood it handily had over his hair, but not before pulling a baseball hat low over his head, did he venture outside, searching for the people he now knew he had to see imperatively.
Trouble was coming, in many forms he knew, and they would need all the help they could get, meaning him.
Going to Alex's house, he waited outside looking though the window to make sure there was nobody inside that didn't need to be there. Seeing just Maria, Alex and Liz, he smiled. The pieces of the puzzle were finally falling into place, and watching them from outside, he finally knew why the three of them had always been so close. Why he had always watched over them, finally going out with Liz to be near them, thinking it was just a little young love thing with him and Liz.
Brushing his hand by the window, he muffled a very unman like scream as the wall suddenly gave, and he fell forward into the shadows of the room where the three were.
Watching from the shadows, Kyle had time to realise he wasn't the only one that had changed, in fact Liz and Maria were looking better then ever, and Alex finally looked comfortable.
Even though his hearing was supersensitive, he was still surprised when Isabel came in through the kitchen door and suddenly dropped the tray breaking all the glasses on the tray.
Even though he was shocked at her oh so sudden appearance, his shock was nothing on hers.
Reaching a hand up to his head, he realised that somewhere between his house and Alex's he had lost his hat, and the hood of his jumper had fallen down.
No wonder she was surprised he thought sardonically, he had been too.
When he heard her voice whisper his name, he felt a strange sense of detachment, as if she was speaking of someone, or to someone he didn't know.
When a voice spoke from the sidelines, he turned to look at the person, finding to his satisfaction that it was Vi-Sai who had recognised him, Vi-Sai who had known him the best even though he was guard to mostly Vi-Sara.
"Its not, is it, Kyle that is." Maria spoke with the self assurance that Isabel found strange, for she knew it was Kyle, knew it was him even though he had changed, so why was Maria saying it wasn't him?
Walking over to him, she hugged him like a lost friend, laughing joyously in the air as he swung her around, literally taking her feet from underneath her.
As he set her down, she leaned in closer to his ear so that Isabel wouldn't hear, and said "Welcome back Ker"
dun dun dun, I just realised I'm nearly finished with this story… damn inspiration it just kept coming and now I wont have a story in another few chapters…
Stupid writing, but anyway tell me what you think… in a review… hint hint hint…
I have given up on being subtle… so damn well review or I wont tell you what's coming up next.
Laters to all and thanks again to those who actually review…
Willow1986
