He woke to the sound of glass breaking. Great, his dad was drunk. Again. At 6 in the morning.
Kevin was lucky. He got out with minimal damage done. Kenny and their little sister, Katie, on the other hand, had to stay during the worst of their dad's alcoholism. Most of the time, he could get Katie upstairs before daddy dearest decided he needed a punching bag. Kenny, however, would stay downstairs to be that punching bag.
He got dressed and snuck out his window again. He could skip. He probably should have. But he figured he would have to face them someday.
"Change?"
Looking to his right, Kenny saw a homeless guy sitting on the ground. Not very unusual, they were in the middle of another homeless epidemic.
"No, sorry."
"Change?" The guy was following him now.
"Nope."
More homeless were showing up, asking for change. Not good.
"Look, I'm sorry, I don't have any change."
He had come to a stop, there were too many.
He heard a car's horn honk from the road, and tried to look over all the people. A black limo was stopped a few feet from the scene. The door opened.
"Get in!" a voice called from inside.
He pushed his way to the limo, got in and slammed the door behind him. A man was sitting in the shadows. The homeless had surrounded them.
The man pressed a button and was apparently talking to the driver because the second he said "go" they were plowing through the people like they were nothing. Kenny grabbed the seat just to keep from falling over, while the man turned to look out the back window.
"Ha! Take that, fuckers!" He sounded young. Almost to young to be riding in a limo, let alone own one.
Kenny stared at him, shocked. He couldn't see his face even when he was turned towards him, because of the shadow. It was almost creepy.
"What?" The man asked.
"N-nothing…" Kenny trailed off.
"Sorry we didn't get here sooner, Matt's a slow driver." You could hear the smile in his voice.
"You were coming for me?" Kenny spit out, not really knowing where the question came from.
"Of course."
"Why?" He sounded so familiar.
"'Cause I wanted to see you."
"What? Why me?"
"Oh, I'm such a hick sometimes, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself," The man leaned forward, showing his face for the first time. Messy, light blonde hair falling into sky blue eyes, and a mischievous smirk that almost taunted with 'I know something you don't know!'. The scary part was, he probably did.
"Kenny McCormick, guardian angel-in-training, and eventual bringer of the Apocalypse."
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