KYE Chapter 3

KYE


Kye decided to get down the cliff in the morning, until he heard the choppers. He got up, and scurried down the hill, screwing himself up even more. He got down and hid in a bush. Once the choppers passed, he hid in a dumpster outside a strip club. Once the sun rose, he got out and started limping towards the nearest home, but collapsed. He awoke inside a building, on a couch. ‘Shit’ he thought, ‘I’m in Limbo’. He opens his eyes to see a girl beside him, looking at him strange. “Your awake.” She says. “Wh-who are you?” Kye says, realizing his shirt is open, and his jacket on the floor. “More importantly, what did you do to me and where am I?” said Kye. “My name is Claire. My mom is a nurse and she wanted to see if you were badly injured, so she opened up your shirt. By the way, this is my house.” said Claire, with a smile on her face. “What’s your name?” “Kye, how did I get here?” Kye said. “We found you on the street passed out.” Claire said, with a smaller grin. “AH!” Kye grunted, as he tried to lift himself up. “You’re hurt, really bad.” Claire said. “I can tell.” Kye said. “Well what’s wrong with you?” Claire said. “Tell me, do you believe in demons?” Kye asked, questionably. “Depends.” Claire said. “Well that’s what your Government wants. And that’s what I am. A demon.” Kye explained. “Yea, that’s rich. And I’m a unicorn.” Claire said. “I’d show you, but as you can see.” Kye said. “Right….” Claire said. Kye felt a sharp pain go up his spine. “AHH!” Kye yelled. “What’s did you do to yourself?” Claire said. “I told you, your damn Government did this.” Kye said. “Blah, blah, blah.” Claire sneered. “Those bastards probed me like an animal.” Kye said. “Yea yea roll over so I can see your wounds.” Claire said. Kye rolled over, and Claire took off his shirt, noticing a scar, going from his left shoulder blade to his right side, with a bullet hole right next to his spine. “What’s this?” Claire asked. “What?” said Kye. “This scar. Oh and this hole.” Claire questioned. “I told you, your God damned Government f***ing shot me. The scar, it’s…..not important…” Kye said, suspiciously. “Give me proof. And yes it is.” Claire said. “AHH!” Kye yelled, as Claire touched his bullet wound. “Oops! Sorry!” Claire said.