Kyle David Hall Imagines Novels & Stories

Kyle mentions in a cavalier tone from his spot on the floor next to me. I cracked an eye open to see him looking at the wall in front of us. We’ve been sitting on pillows on the living room floor. Me, practicing projection and trying to get back to where I had found Kyle, to maybe see something that could help us figure out where he had been kept, or better yet, who took him. Kyle - well I’m not sure what he was doing. Meditating, maybe? Well not super well either if he could see or feel me not focusing well enough.

And he wanted revenge. But no matter how many halls he turned down, how many faces he scanned, there was no sign of her. Kyle used his new super-strong vision, and discovered he was able to zoom in on anything and everything far and wide. It was incredible. He felt like an eagle. As he did, Kyle noticed a half-open locker, and he zoomed in on a small picture in it. It was a picture of Scarlet, he was sure of it. He caught a glance of it just as the locker slammed shut.

project into another hall. " If only I could make a fool of Asher and tear off the mask on his face. If only I can kill this particular project and make the public start doubting his wonders " Kyle mutters angrily to himself. He had thought no one heard but he soon realized he is wrong. Right behind him is Mr Floyd who is still nursing his bruise ego. " If I can help you, will you be able to get the job done ? " This answer came from Mr Floyd to Kyle who turn around to stare at the elderly man.

David said and began to leave the room to call Kyle. When James was all alone in the room, he started to remember the times they would spend discussing the lives of these celebrities, imagining what it must be like to be a famous musician or athlete. They would even pretend to be those celebrities, making up stories and scenarios. James felt a wave of sadness wash over him. "What are we tracking?" Kyle's voice echoed through the doorway and in no time, he and David entered. His childish face gleaming with smile, James could tell that he was enjoying what was happening. Kyle looked like a young boy who knew more than he was supposed to and nothing less.

“Bye “ he waves slightly and totters backwards. I rest my shoulder on the wall and my hand on the cell bar. He gapes at me as he moves backwards. He finally turns and walks away broadly. I think he is a great guy. He is really cool. My thoughts of Hudson gets disturbed. I take two steps backwards and round my neck with my hands which I intertwine and lock as I stand in the middle of the cell. It is slightly dark and quiet unlike the others as I have no cellmate. I rest on the chair which is beside the wall and hang my head downwards. What might Kyle be up to and why would he say I am the one that wants to kill Harley!?