Kysterion twenty questions

Wish fufilled

A little over a month after he had settled in and started classes, Kyle got his wish to meet with Mysterion again.

It didn't exactly go the way he invisioned, or hoped. Most likely the hero would just send him a text, perhaps the cape would look him up in person and appear at his bedroom window again. Or he'd simply find a note sitting on his desk one day with a name and a green question mark in the corner, as was what nearly half their interactions have been. Alas this was not the case.

Kyle is a few blocks from the grocery store he had gone to for a quick late night snack on his way home from a late shift at work. Thats the thing about wishes, he thinks as he's staring down the barrel of a gun, If they come true its never the way you want.

"Don't be stupid kid. Give me all your shit or I swear I'll do it."

The alleyway suddenly fills with an otherworldly purple mist covering the ground, lapping at both their heels like water. It kind of reminds the red head of starks pond and the hours he spend fishing or playing in the calm, freezing lake with his friends. The thought sends shiveres up his spine.

Kyle watches in morbid fasination as the mist creeps up the leg of the mugger, coiling tightly around the ankle before it janks at his leg causing him to fall face forward onto the harsh concreet. The gun drops from his hand and Kyle can only assume it gets swallowed by the mist, because he doesn't hear it clatter on the ground. Another harsh jank drags the would be mugger over the filthy stone, further into the darkness of the alleyway until his screams taper off.

All the while the chilling fog continues to lap harmlessly at his feet.

A figure emerges from the shadows. Gliding through the mist compleatly silently as if his feet don't touch the ground. As Kyle watches the figure approach he notices the eerie purple smoke that bellows around seems to come off off him. It makes him look otherworldly. Kyle might have been utterly terrefied of the towering shadow if he hadn't instantly reconized the purple cloak.

Striking icey blue eyes glow in the dark of his hood, staring straight into Kyles soul.

The figure glides closer, scanning him top to bottom, presumably looking for injuries. He's so close Kyle can see violet wisps in those piercing eyes. Satisfied with his examination, the figure finally speaks.

"Hello Kyle," The deep voice is no longer comically set up or overly raspy like a smokers. The barest hint of a smile curls up the side of his lips. "It's been a while."

"Mysterion."

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It's been almost a week and Kyle can't stop thinking about his near-mugging. He hopes Mysterion contacts him again soon. Kyle has a lot of questions buzzing around especially he wonders about the otherworldly mist. There was too much to be smoke grenades. Was it a smoke machine? There is no way the hero lugs around something like that. And where has the cape been these years? Why is he back now?

He's interupted from his musings by what he can only describe as a sudden shift in the room. There is no sound or sight to indicate anything is different. His room was fine one moment and now just feels... off. Kyle spins around in his chair, green eyes surveying his space.

Mysterion is standing near his dresser, looking around his room nonchalantly.

"Woah what the fuck! Mysterion? How did you get in here, the windows are locked." Kyle stands up to double check the window, there is no sign of tampring or forced entry.

The vigilante ignores his question. "I need your help Kyle. Information."

''Sure yeah of course I'll help." Kyle redily agrees. "I just.."

Kyle starts but almost imediately wants to backpeddal when Mysterion locks eyes with him. He had previously dismissed it as a trick of the light but it truely looks like his Mysterions eyes glow in the dark. He suddenly wonders if the man has night vision, like a cat..Like a beast of prey stalking in the night. But Kyle has never been one to back down and he won't start now.

"Maybe its too much to ask but I'd like some awnsers- from you."

"What kind?"

"Like where were you the last few years, what was that purple mist the other night and how the fuck did you get in."

Mysterion falls silent, his hood sliding further over his eyes obscuring his face in shadows. It used to kinda freak Kyle out, scared he asked or said something that had offended the hero or would push him away. Now he knows he's just thinking, chosing his words carefully or running through the best course of action.

"I can't awnser every question you might have." The vigilante replies eventually.

"Thats fine, awnser what you can." Any explenation is better than none, Kyle thinks.

Mysterion nods slowly. "All right. You help me, you get one question a time. I will awnser thruthfully, when I can. But I hold the right to veto any question."

"Okay..But then I get to ask you another one if you can't awnser. Otherwise youll just say 'can't tell you' for everything and that wouldnt be fair."

"Deal."

"So Mysterion, how did you get in?"

In the blink of an eye Mysterion shifts into a purple mist and stands on the other side of Kyles room.

"Holy shit dude you can teleport?!"

The vigilante nods. "It's limited, but essentially yes."

"Could you always do that?"

Mysterion smirks. "That is an other question."

"Oh come on! Fine. I will get my awnsers eventually."