IV
Kyle wasn't completely sure about going to work again, especially after yesterday, but he needed to keep his mind occupied rather than wondering into that dark place somewhere in him. Mary was against the idea, but he knew that she didn't understand. She didn't know what was going through his mind. He chose a different path to work, one that avoided all parking lots and such. In short, he avoided humanity as best he could.
Work seemed so lovely after the events of yesterday. He found the building, after nearly an hour of walking. He entered, greeted by his secretary. Before leaving to his office, she got up from her desk and stopped him.
"There's someone waiting for you in there," she offered. "He's been here for a few hours."
"Did he give a name?" Kyle offered.
"No. He said it was an emergency though."
Kyle continued, entering his office, and shutting the door behind him. Turning around, he wished he hadn't. He sighed, continuing into the room. Sam offered the chair beside him. Kyle sat in the chair, checking around the room first. The blinds were wide open though, allowing the light from outside to seep in.
"How are you?" Sam smirked.
"Annoyed," Kyle sighed. "Why are you here Sam?"
"To see if you considered what I said before."
"About aliens and trapped forms? Hardly. It's not real, Sam."
"Starscream."
"I will never call you that."
"Still putting up a fight as ever, hmm, Knockout?"
"I am not Knock Out!"
"Doesn't matter whether or not you remember, I've learned something that impacts you, dearly."
"And that would be?"
"I'm afraid you're time has come to an end, Doctor."
It was instinctual to move after that sentence was finished. It saved his life to move. Sam pulled out a small gun, firing upon Kyle's now empty chair. Kyle leapt to his feet, running for the door. Sam fired again, forcing Kyle to change direction toward the window. He was pinned. Sam raised his gun, taking aim for the final shot.
"I don't understand!" shouted Kyle.
"And that's fine by me," nodded Sam.
While Kyle figured his life was complicated enough, it was only about to get more so. The glass shattered behind him, scaring him to the ground. Sam's shot misfired, though Kyle didn't really care. He was too busy watching the new player in the game to enter through the shattered window. Sam stepped back.
"You really think you can just kill him without me knowin'!" shouted the newcomer.
"Scrap…" grumbled Sam, stepping back to the door. He reached for the knob, slowly allowing his exit.
Kyle barely noticed Sam's leave. Carefully examining the newcomer, Kyle couldn't ignore the feeling of knowing this man. The man was nearly twice Kyle's side with snowy hair and deep eyes. He wore a sleeveless blue shirt, blue fingerless gloves, and white pants. The man turned to Kyle, offering a hint of a smile. He assisted Kyle in getting to his feet.
"Thank you, but did you have to break my window?" Kyle mumbled.
"Primus, don't tell me Screamer was tellin' the truth?" the man gaped.
"The truth about what…wait! Did you say…"
"C'mon, Knockout! Don't you remember anything!?"
"My name is not Knockout! My name is Kyle!"
The two stood in silence. Kyle held his arms crossed, standing slightly in front of the other. The man in blue watched Kyle carefully, hands on his hip. Eventually, the door was thrown open, and Kyle's secretary entered in a fuss. Kyle wasn't inclined to listen her at the moment.
"Miss April, get out!"