Page 10 of Hades

Prevailing.

Changed.

And it had only taken killing his own father to empower him.

With an eerie sense of calm, he made his way through the woods, a strut to his step, taking the short cut to the nicer part of town where Dana’s house was. He stood under her window tossing pebbles until the light flickered on and the girl in pink came in sight. He grinned with the new sense of rightness in his skin.

Arousal pounded through him aching to use his newfound power for evil. He meantgood. He meant sex.

He waved and watched her smile all shy and ice maiden like.

He’d grow bored of her soon, but for now he’d use that beautiful body for his own needs, to burn away the lust of his adrenalin. It didn’t hurt that she liked to splurge her cash on him, hey, he’d take her whiny-neediness if miss popular wanted to throw it his way. Until he had a house this big, he’d claw to the top any way he could.

She came down less than a minute later, she looked as excited as he felt, Dana sneaked him into her pool house.

He fucked her twice before leaving.

Murder, the new aphrodisiac.

He wasn’t real sure what those were, he’d heard his aunt talking about it one day, but he reckoned it had to do with sex, they only ever talked sex, how big someone’s dick was and how much they paid. Whores.

Not long later the good stuff kept rolling. Man, what a birthday.

He happened to be passing by the local dive bar on the way home, he sometimes liked to sneak a look inside, not that the old fart who ran the place would let him in. The neon sign outsideOtis’ bar and grillflickered, the letter I was missing its working bulb. Flipping his hoodie over his head, he strode up to the bar entrance, the noise ear-piercing standing out on the sidewalk, so he guessed it was even worse inside. A row of motorcycles parked along the sidewalk. And it was those bikes that made Kyle stop to get a closer look.

He loved bikes, he wanted at least four when he was able to get his licence.

The row of expensive metal belonged to the local Renegade Souls MC. Now those were some infamous badass motherfuckers, he bet they wouldn’t be surprised at him killing a guy. Maybe they’d even be impressed by him.

With the echoes of the night’s events still playing on his mind as he continued his observant vigil outside that bar looking with impressed eyes over the bikes, he didn’t see a guy approach until he was practically in Kyle’s shadow, towering his great, broad height.

God, he was tired and hungry, but his body was too wired.

“Casin’ the joint, kid?” authority tainted the voice.

“No-nah,” Kyle steeled his tone, “just looking at the bikes. Wasn’t stealing them or nothing.” He met the gaze head on and didn’t look away first.

The guy laughed fishing out a pack of smokes, he lit one and shoved the lighter and pack away. Kyle noticed the leather jacket first with the death guy on the back of it in vivid white. And then saw his PRESIDENT patch sewn on the front of his leather cut. He was talking to the main man. Kyle shuffled his feet but forced his eyes to hold steady.

“That’s good to hear. Keep a watch on these bikes, kid. Might be a twenty in it for you.”

Oh shit.

“I don’t want money, sir.” He said boldly and the big guy puffing on the smoke arched a brow, pausing before he walked into the bar.

“Turning down money, you’re either dumb, kid, or you want summit else, yeah?”

Here goes nothing. Hands shoved deeper into his pockets, Kyle looked up and tried not to show fear. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by, it might his only one. “I wanna join your club.”

The big guy barrel laughed. “It ain’t Chuck E Cheese.” He was looking at Kyle with a kind of intrigue on his face, like he could see the murder in his skin. There was no way he could know and still Kyle edged back a step, rounded his shoulders.Show no fear. “I know that, sir. I still wanna join.”

“How old are ya?”

“Fifteen.” He didn’t add on that it was his birthday.

“What makes you think we’d take you, kid, what you got to offer?”

I just murdered someone and buried him in a grave and I’d do the same again if you asked me to, so I can belong. “I will work hard.” It was the truth. A version of it, anyway. “I’ll do anything asked of me.” Once more he meant it at the time.

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