Prologue:
Sitting on a very uncomfortable sit on a beatdown car. Being taken to his new home, who he's honestly not looking forward to see. But how exactly was he supposed to look forward to anything? There's literally nothing.
"Are you hungry?" The man driving the car that he was in, asked him. But all he did was shake his head in response. The man driving the car was bald with clean shaven face, fair skinned, slightly overweight but strong, and was wearing a green flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown boots.
"How long until we arrive?" The one on the passager's seat asked.
"Just a few more miles, your aunt is waiting for us." He told him.
That was enough for him to just put the silver colored headphones on his neck on his ears and grab the iPod that was on his backpack in order to listen to some music for the remainder of the trip.
Everybody's here with me
Got no camera to see
Don't think I'm all in this world
The camera won't let me go
The verdict doesn't love our soul
The digital won't let me go
Arcadia Bay, my new home. The boy thought in wonder as he looked through the window of the car. It's pretty small compared to Seattle.
Yeah yeah yeah, I'll pay
(Yeah, yeah)
When tomorrow, tomorrow comes today
Stereo, I want it on
It's taken me far too long
Don't think I'm all in this world
I don't think I'll be here too long
I don't think I'll be here too long
I don't think I'll be here too long
Yeah yeah yeah, I'll pay
When tomorrow, tomorrow comes today
(Yeah, yeah)
Suddenly, he noticed that the car has stopped. He removed the headphones and looked around. So this is 45 Cedar Avenue, Arcadia Bay, Oregon. He thought as he looked at the house through the window. The house itself was generic, not really standing out in any, at least in comparison to all the other houses on the neighborhood.
"We're here." The man on the driver's seat told him.
Both then decided to get out of the car in order to go inside. The one that got out from the passenger's seat, was a ginger boy. He had average height and an average frame, medium length red hair with a widow's peak in a middle parted hairstyle , a slight facial freckles on his nose and cheeks. He was wearing brown cargo shorts, a white T-shirt with red sleeves and blue sneakers. He was also carrying a generic orange backpack and a very bland skateboard.
"Go on, I'll grab your things." The man told him. He just nodded in response.
He obeyed and made his way to the front door, and entered without bothering. Inside the house, was just as unremarkable as outside. Though the decorations certainly made up for it. Upon entering, he sensed the smell of pancakes. I guess, aunt Isabella made pancakes for my arrival. He thought as he arrived at the kitchen due to following the smell.
At the Kitchen, there was a woman. A gorgeous middle-aged woman who possessed a sun-kissed complexion, brown eyes, and luxuriant thick, wavy dark brown hair. That woman was his father's half sister and his aunt, Isabella.
"Kyle," She noticed him standing there. The ginger boy was called Kyle, Kyle Burnside. "Hi." She spoke before approaching him and giving him a hug.
"Hi," It was his reply before returning the hug. "Are those pancakes?" He asked.
"Yes, you must be hungry." She answered his question as they separated. Then she starred at his hair. "New haircut?"
He used to have bangs, which is why she noticed the difference. So he just nodded to confirm.
"I like it, it looks better." She told him.
"Thanks, " He replied with a weak smile.
"Hey," They heard someone calling from the door. "I'm gonna put everything on the room upstairs."
"Good, put everything in place and then come to eat." His aunt told the man that drove him there. "Are gonna open the diner today?"
"Yes, I asked Joyce look after it for me, it's time I take it off her hands."
The man was his aunt's husband, making him his uncle. His name was Leto Bozart and for what Kyle managed to figure it out. He owned a local diner called Two Whales Diner.
"Alright, come on Kyle." She told him.
After eating the pancakes that his aunt made, even though he wasn't really hungry, he made his way to his new room where his uncle put his stuff on. The room was pretty empty and lifeless but it's understandable as nobody actually lived there before him. There was just a bed, a wardrobe and a desk with a wooden chair in front of it.
The first thing that Kyle did, was put his backpack and skateboard on top of the bed and then unpack his boxes where his stuff was. He grab some of his clothes and put it on the wardrobe, before grabbing a small wood box that had s lock on it and hid it on the wardrobe as well. That was it, all that he was able to bring it to his new home.
The red haired boy then opened his backpack and pull out a few things that were inside. First, he grabbed a black laptop and put on top of the desk. Second, he pulled out a sketch book and placed just besides the laptop. Third, he pulled out a digital camera and placed on top of the laptop. Fourth, was a folding knife with the American flag on the grip. All of those items had something in common, they all used to belong to people dear to him. People that are now gone.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. It was just his aunt. "I remember that knife, you're dad used to carry everywhere he went." His aunt pointed out. "He thought that it was a lucky charm."
"That's... Dumb." Kyle spoke.
His aunt then approached and sat besides him on the bed. "I know, you're probably don't wanna talk about." She touched his shoulder. "But, if you ever need to talk about, I'm here for you."
Kyle didn't answer. He just looked at her with his green eyes, which pretty much spoke it by itself.
"Wow, and here I thought that you're father was the only one that could answer a question with just a stare." His aunt pointed out. "It's a nice thing though, you look just like him... Only better looking thanks to you're mother's features." She was mostly referring to his hair and eyes, alongside some of the additional facial features.
Kyle just smiled in return.
"I'm gonna leave you be now, but what I said still stands." She gave him a kiss on his forehead before standing up. "Oh, also, tomorrow our neighbors invited us to a barbecue in their home. I know you're probably not in the mood for one, but our neighbor does great barbecues." She explained to him.
"Okay." He decided to accept. Although, he was indeed not in the mood for a barbecue, he thought that it would be impolite to refuse it.
His aunt seemed happy that he agreed. "That's great, our neighbors are called William and Joyce Price, and they have a daughter named Chloe." She explained. "Joyce actually works at your uncle's diner."
"Okay." It was his reply.
She just nodded before leaving the room. Leaving the red head boy by himself on the room. He just stood up from the bed and walked towards the desk. He put the folding knife on top of it and grabbed the digital camera. He turns the camera on in order to check some photos that were in.
They were mostly family photos. Some were from his mother's, a beautiful red head with green eyes. Some were his father's, a tall and thin man with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Some were his older brother's, a overweight boy with short dark brown hair and eyes. All death, just like that. He thought sadly. I can't believe that happened. No matter how much he tries, he still can't believed it. All because those assholes wouldn't leave my brother alone. The horrible image of what happened just keeps passing through his head, over and over again. Alongside the horrible sounds of his mother's screams and his father cursing them.
Kyle then puts the camera down. There's no use feeling sad about it. He thought, before making his way towards his new bed. Once he layed down, he grabbed his iPod and put on his headphones to hear some music.
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin' 'cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare
Intangible (Ah y'all), bet you didn't think so
I command you to, panoramic view (You)
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes
Picture you getting down and I'll picture too
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional, mystical - maybe
Spiritual hero who appears on you to clear your view
When you're too crazy
Lifeless to those a definition for what life is
Priceless to you because I put ya on the hype shift
Did ya like it?
Gut smokin' righteous but one talkin' psychic
Among knows possess you with one though
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (That's right) is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
The essence, the basics without it you make it
Allow me to make this child like in nature
Rhythm you have it or you don't
That's a fallacy, I'm in them
Every spiralling tree, every child of peace
Every cloud I see you see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in the skies
From this fucking enterprise that I'm sucked into your lies
The Russell that is muscles
But percussion he provides
For me I say God, y'all can see me now
'Cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the end of it
So I'mma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rounds on motherfuckers
Remember what the thought is
I brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless (Right here)
Fearless, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, my future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, my future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
"I ain't happy or feeling glad." He spoke out loud.
Thanks everyone for reading this first chapter. This was an idea that I had a while ago but only now I got the courage to write it. This will be a heavily altered version of all games.