Kyle Blood and the Vigilante Underworld

Entry #1

 If you're hearing this message, something's gone wrong. I'm probably dead... or worse.

December 23, 2305

Entry #1

New Life  

Hello. Uh, this is Kyle Blood, and a few days ago, I was just a normal sixth grader. Well, uh, not exactly normal. Actually, more like an outcast. But now... that life... and any hopes of a "normal" life... is all behind me.

I bet I sound pretty tired. And well, the thing is, I am tired. It's been days since my eyes've closed for more than twenty minutes. So, uh, I figured if I can't sleep what better way to kill time than to talk about myself? Uh, I'm hoping that talking will keep me sane, at least for now. So... I'll just pretend you're listening. Think of this as a kind of survival guide. In first person. Assuming that I make it myself, w-w-which I'll be the first to admit is unlikely. Look, I'm trying to stay optimistic. If my best friend has taught me anything, it's to stay positive, even in bad situations. I guess I have a long way to go.

So, here I am, sitting in a jail cell. Um, I was thrown in this prison just four days ago, and like everyone else here, I can't leave it for the rest of my life. I guess prison has given me a new view of time. I never realized how slowly it could pass. Seconds feel like minutes. Minutes feel like hours. And I can't just crawl into bed, close my eyes, and wake up and find that eight hours have gone by. I can't even sleep for one hour. If... if you've ever pulled an allnighter, working day and night, uh, you know what I'm talking about.

They, uh, spared no expense in making my cell look as boring as possible. All it is, is a white box, and it looks just like all the others that cover two of the walls in the hallway my cell is in. I say two because this hallway is actually shaped like a giant bluish hexagon. And like the other cells, my cell's designed to hold a single superpowered human, like me. So as long as these energy force fields are surrounding my cell, I can't escape it. Not that I would try if I had the chance. See, I actually want to be here. Well, uh, I guess want is a strong word in this case. I don't want to be in this jail, but I'd rather be here where I can't hurt my friends than out on the streets... fighting crime in a leotard.

The truth is, I've never been good at making friends. And my family is... um, my family has been gone for a long time. My best friend, Gavin. H-he, uh, was all I had. I miss him... I miss him more than anything, but I don't know what I would say if I— If I could... I guess it's too late... for an apology. I mean, uh, w-what... what good would "I'm sorry" be at this point? But I would do anything to make it up to him. I only blame myself... for what happened that day. For whatever it's worth, I'm so, so sorry, Gavin. I'm sorry.

Those words, the last words he'll ever hear, they still haunt me. "Gavin, I won't leave you." I... I just can't get it out of my head. I mean, what, uh, what an incredible lie that was. I won't... leave you. No. I ran away. I ran... as fast as I could.

I just left it all behind me. The brown apartment building where he lived was exploding because of what I did, and I... I left everyone there. Gavin... he was in there. He... he needed help... and I turned away.

Um... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have cried like that, but this has been on my mind for a while. Just, like, needed to get it out of my system. But, uh, given my current situation, I hope you can understand.

I'm here because of my decisions and my mistakes. Gavin only wanted to help and encourage me, and I repaid him by, well... t-taking his life away. And then, I... left him there... to die. I was weak. I still am weak. Gavin was strong, and it was stupid of me to think I could compare myself to him, even for a second. I had no control of my powers, and now, I deserve to pay the price.