The train wall banged irritatingly against his head as he leaned against it. Red, blue and white lights whirled past the window as the train sweaped past the world outside. He contemplated killing someone on the train, just to make it a little more eventful. He reckoned he could of reached the portal in easily under five minutes if he had warped. But the council had obviously had to of forbidden it, making his days annoyingly longer, to his anger.
As the train pulled into Parkinson's cross, he forced himself up from the wall and pushed himself through the countless humans, out of the train and onto the platform. It was a pretty scummy area he noticed, full of tattoo parlours and Jamaican grills and 16 year old pregnant girls.
After an equally long bus ride, he arrived outside a group of semi detached, cramped looking houses. He kicked open the gate with frustration and strolled up the path towards the first house. He then slid around the side, coming to a stop outside a bolt grey, fragile looking shed.
Was this really their choice of cover? With a sigh, he reached the handle and slipped inside.
He fumbled around for the energy switch, found it, and pushed the plastic. Suddenly, as expected, a shining green sphere, vibrating with energy, formed in the centre of the room, about a metre from where he stood.
He pulled up his pristine shirt sleeves and placed his hands on each side of the orb. He felt the energy pulsating through his fingers and then his whole body. He closed his eyes and then with a huge jolt he felt his body merge out of the shed he was standing in a few seconds ago.
He was twisting in circles, he was spinning uncontrollably fast. It was actually making him feel rather sick as he barrel rolled and flipped in the dark void. His flimsy disguise couldn't cope with the force and was slipping off him. He had no more need of it anyway and through it off like a jumper. Like a blanket it flapped and twisted down behind him to be enveloped by the darkness.
Then, after a short while of this torment, with a sharp crack, his body collided with the ground sending agonising pains up his legs and then his chest. This really wasn't becoming his favourite way of transport. Flying would of been so much easier.
