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In his fathers' shed as a monster
Thats what the wanted poster on the board said anyway. A violent killer, a. Hazy boy with no empathy for others, no soul. A danger to the community at large. Really, they are doing a terrible job at making him sound anything but cool. However, the adults are wormed-and for that fact alone kid tries to look as uninterested in the poster as he can as they gossip over his head. He steals one the moment he is sure no one is pay it him any mind. The boy in the sketch stares back at him with mundeous intent; his face streaked in fresh blood. It doesn't hold a candle to the real thing, Kidd musses, looky into the face of a boy with a snarl of teeth- looks ready to bite like a Rabid dog.

He's vicious and unmerciful- the poster informs Kidd under the picture- a mindous machine that even killed one of his own sisters. Beat her to the ground and tone her throat out with his own teeth.

"I bite" the boy had warned him last night. Kitt reflected on his words, compared to the flyer's warning. He didn't doubt it.

But he also trusted Victoria, and she in turntrusted him not to tell anyone, to keep secret that the "killer" was currently hiding under his Papa's workbench.

was he a little annoyed Victoria was using him to hide her boyfriend? Just a little (Just a lot) But that also meant she trusted him over all her other friends, and that had to count for somethis, dont it?

The flyer is a siren call in his pocket - begging him to pull it out and study it more. Best he can do is thumb the crease - he does# dare take it out now. The whole day he suffers through an increasingly boring school day, itchy to Kun home to visit the shed before Momma got off work.

His friends grow cross at him as he gets more anicious and less wanting to goof off with them.

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He's out the class room before the last bell is even done ringing. He's never run home so fast- his bag and jacket ditched somewhere in the hall as he cuts though his house to the backyard. Victoria might be tall enough to jimmy the fence gate outside, but for Kittit's still faster to go though the house's front door.

He pauses at the shed, flyer in pocket. "Hey! Hey boy?" he doesn't expect an answer- but maybe its good to not just burst in. If the boy is a "killer" surpring him might not be a good idea.

"It's just me!" he states, before letting himself in. At first- he's greeted by Papa's workspace. But then he sees the boy with his knees tucked up to his chin, silty in one of the drop cloth blankets under the bench.

He still has the mask on. Kitt's not sure how he feels on that. It should be whatever- especially suis Kitt broke the spike and skin off, but the metal is still so tight - last can see when the edges cut into the boy's face. Scans that never closed up even because the mask was still on while they healed

His eyes are flat at first when he first looks to Kidd, but then there is a spark of regonision. He looks at Kidd warily - but like a stray dog that does kt know if you mean to feed it on kick it.

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