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Just a notice if you want updates I need requests. Ideas, my muse is on break. Here is a total random story that I'm making up as I go along.
It was so quiet. So very quiet.
He hated the quiet. It felt so empty and there were so many things unsaid. The quiet was something Kid Wykkyd was almost used to. He often wondered why people were quiet by choice when all he and Jericho wanted was to be heard.
So very lonely.
Jericho was a 'friend' of his. The only similarity is their silence. Aside from Jericho, he had other friends. The Hive Five were the vast majority.
And it was cold, too. He didn't like the cold.
The Hive Five underground tower, there's an oxymoron for you, used to be very cold only because their leader Jinx liked it cold. Then she left the Hive Five turning to the side of good. Soon after, she unfroze her friends. The tower is warm now.
It's also wet.
He wasn't sure if it was raining or something, but all he knew was that he was getting wet fast. Kid Wykkyd, stirred from his thoughts, looked up and found his eyes pegged with water droplets. Definitely raining. He continued walking down the paved sidewalk ignoring the stares of the passersby. The pitter-patter of the rain and the constant slaps against the concrete were the only sounds.
He looked away from the sky to find himself in front of a window covered with a sheet of water. He leaned against the glass, using one arm to block the rain away and the other to dry a hole in the window. The glass only smudged underneath his fingers.
He turned away from the window and continued his trek down the street. If there had been a single area of his clothes that had been untouched by the rain, it was well drenched by know.
He stepped off the curb and into a puddle that came up to his knees. He sat on the sidewalk and let the water rushing into the drain pass under his feet. He pushed off of the curb almost falling into the puddle again, this time face first.
A fast paced car rushed passed him creating a huge wave. He let out a shudder as the air tried to pull more of his thermal energy. He wrapped his cloak around himself and ended up in a large room. The hot air almost burned him. The occupants of the room were watching wrestling.
It was never quiet here. And for that he was glad.
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