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A cruel conflict, (savvy&Lexie)

SavvyCross

Keeper of the Goblin City
A psychotic killer has moved to southern New York state and has his eyes on a new victim. He enlists the help of his son on his mission to kidnap his latest interest. Kyle hates the things his father does but is ultimately to afraid to do anything about it. He has seen his father kill so many people that at the age of nineteen he has lost count. Now there's a new girl, a new hunt, and ultimately a new family left grieving a lost member.
 
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Okay...first...BEST...MAIN...IDEA...EVER


Name: Akira Kaplan


Age: 18


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Whatever else: I'll figure it out along the way ^^

 

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Kyle's morning ritual began at the same time as every other day, six in the morning. He pulled himself out of the bed and slowly found himself in the shower. Years of hearing his father go on and on about thr things that he had done to people built a wall around Kyle. His heart was cold and his mind nearly empty he was just a minion under his fathers control. He got dressed and climbed down the stairs to begin working on breakfast. There was muffled screaming coming from the basement and he couldn't tell if his father was watching television or cruelly torturing a new victim. Kyle sighed fixing a small omelet and scarfing it down. He grabbed his bag and quickly left the house. He couldn't stand the way hid father lived life, playing God, but alas he followed in his dads footsteps not knowing right from wrong. He found himself in a coffee shop, watching people come and go and silently marking his fathers type of people, wanting to warn them, tell them to run but his body wouldn't let him.
 
Akira woke up to the smell of food filtering through underneath her closed bedroom door, as well as the sunlight entering her semi-open window. She stuffed her head underneath her pillow and groaned in frustration before glaring at nothing and forcing herself to get out of bed. Closing her curtains, she turned and walked out of her room, heading straight to the bathroom. Upon entering, she closed and locked the door behind her before finding a couple of towels and starting the water for a shower. She stepped in and sighed in relief as the hot water hit her skin, relishing in the relaxation before she began to wash the dirties of the night off her. Stepping out, she wrapped a towel around her hair, then one around her body before opening the door and heading back into her room down the hall. She closed her door and locked it, then went straight to her mirror and let her hair down. Brushing through it thoroughly, she then slipped some gloves on and began to dye her hair, drying it when she finished. She walked to her closet and rummaged through her clothes, finally finding something to wear, and slipped it on happily. She did her makeup and slipped on her necklace and bracelet before walking out. She headed downstairs and out the door after kissing her mother and father on the cheeks, telling them she was going to the coffee shop downtown and grabbing her laptop. She walked for awhile before finally entering the building and sitting down at a booth in the corner so she could people watch as well as do her schoolwork.
 
Kyle sipped his coffe relaxing into the chair he haf made his home. Preferring not to be at his real house he played the library card and skipped out on his dad basically twenty-four seven. He sighed still watching people come and go. Finally, he went back up to the register and bought another coffee so the management wouldn't kick him out.
 
Hearing her stomach growl with hunger, Akira stood up and went to the counter, ordering a coffee and a couple of donuts. Sure she was thin but she would get fat on purpose if it meant she could eat them every single day. She paid and sat back down in her seat, continuing her paper and eating.
 
Kyle finished his second coffe as the sun set he decide to leave. He passed his father on the street but didnt pay him any mind as he continued to walk home.
 
Akira remained at the shop, finally finishing her paper. She sent it in and closed her laptop before getting up and finishing off her coffee. She walked out after making sure everything was paid for and headed home.
 
He had watched her silently through the window of the coffee shop passing back and forth as he walked up and down the street. She was his next victim, she was hid next hunt. He followed her through the shadows.
 
Unaware she was being followed, Akira decided to take a shortcut home. She turned into an alley and ran her fingers through her hair as she walked.
 
Steve ran into a pipe making too much noise he cursed himself and hide along the wall incase she decided to turn.
 
Akira jumped and turned around at the sound, though she didn't see anything. She shrugged skeptically and turned back around before walking, her pace slightly faster.
 
Steve knew he had to act fast he couldn't wait to much longer, pulling a cloraformed cloth from his pocket he snuck up on the girl grabbing her around the waist and holding the cloth against her face tightly covering her mouth and nose.
 
Akira went to go scream as she felt someone grab her, though when she breathed in, she instantly felt dizzy. After minutes of struggling, she finally passed out.
 
Kyle had heard his dad come home he could hear the weight of someone else in his fathers footsteps. He shook his head still unable to come to terms with what his father does as a hobby. Lawyer by day murder by night.
 
Akira slowly began to wake up and came to the realization that she was moving and she wasn't walking. She instantly began to thrashing around and screaming, throwing her arms and legs around violently. "Let me go! You fucking bastard let me go!" She screamed as she tried to bite his shoulder.
 
Kyle could hear the girl screaming but remained in his room turning uo his radio that was playing, ironically, "Don't fear the reaper." He began plucking his guitar along with the song and trying to tune out ehat was going on around him downstairs. He would have to start cooking dinner soon and wondered about what he should cook.
 
Akira managed to kick the man as hard as she could and squirmed out of his grip. She ran towards the door, only to get grabbed once again and lifted back up.
 
Kyle heard his fathers demanding voice rise up the stairs she was fighting and his father needed kyle to help control the girl. He ran down the stairs in a pair of shorts and a loose fitting tank. The girl caught his eyes, familiar, she was the girl from the coffee shop. She was a bit young for his fathers normal, usually his father would go for older men and women, ones that wouldn't be missed. Kyle assumed he was wanting a thrill. This girl would obviously be missed and there would no doubt be involvement from the media and other sources. Kyle bolted the front door and followed his father into the soundproof basement.
 
Akira continued to struggle against the man until she caught sight of the boy. She recognized him from before, and the sight shocked her enough that she finally gave up struggling. "You're all going to hell," she spat coldly.
 
Kyle smiled, "See ya there, sweetheart." His voice was velvety smooth, a thick rasp escaped from his throat.
 
"Gladly," Akira spat as she kicked around a bit more before being out down in the basement, unaware of the tears that had begun falling down her face.
 
Kyle spoke in whispers telling his father he was going to start dinner and that he would be done in around and hour. Kyle winked at the girl before leaving the room.
 
Akira rolled her eyes at the boy and glared up hatefully at the much larger man. "You're gonna die in a hole," she spat as she sat back.
 
Steve laughed, "you're young and dumb. Im gonns die filthy rich and getting away eith murder." His words rang true and cruel. He confined the girl with a small chain around her ankle. He found himself at the dinner table with his son before long, grateful for every meal placed in front of him.
 

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