Off in the distance, if you look closely, you can see something on the horizon. If you are exceptionally far sighted, you may be able to make out the colour.
That something was large.
It was angry.
And it was coming.
Flyn walked down the street. Well, you could say walked. He more...shuffled, dragged his feet, as though they were an inconvenient hassle.
Anyway, Flyn wasn't in the best of moods. Like most fourteen year olds, he believed the world was against him. Everything that happened to him was, as he liked to say, 'Fate's' fault, or the happening of circumstances, rather then, oh, being too lazy to do the job right in the first place.
He stepped into a doorway, his face screwed up in teenagerly disgust, and regretted it almost immediately.
"Flyn! Flyyn! Come play with me!" A small figure, resembling a rather sticky doll that had been tossed into the toybox and forgotten about, jumped out at him, full of sisterly cheer and goodwill.
It sickened him. Teenagers are not made to withstand happiness at such close ranges.
"Rosa! Go away!"
Rosa deflated like a balloon, if the balloon was pink, sticky and had masses of tangled blonde hair.
She sniffed noisily, and shuffled away.
"Flyn! Be nice to your sister! She loves you!" A short woman in a cardigan appeared in the hallway.
"Yes, mother." Flyn said dutifully. "But I don't love her, sometimes." He muttered to himself.
***
Along the street, under a lantern, was a dog. Not one of those cute I'm-lost-take-me-home dogs, but one of those I'm-a-worthless-fleabag dogs. Nevertheless, it was trying its best to seem like the former.
A man approached, and the dog perked up its ears in its best imitation of a cute dog. The man didn't give it a single glance.
"That's right mister! You keep walking! You stupid arsewipe."
The man stopped. He turned, glaring at.... empty air. He looked down.
The dog whined, and wagged its tail hopefully.
He threw it a half eaten biscuit, and turned, wondering if he was going insane.
"Woof woof bloody woof." The dog turned, disappearing into an ally.
***It's short, I know, but I'll write more later. It's a different style to what I usually write, but I enjoyed writing it. Hopefully it's half presentable!***
