Post by Trace on Dec 28, 2009 15:43:53 GMT -5
“You just had to go and kick the bucket, didn’t ya.”
Kyle Electus stood by the side of his fathers grave, freshly dug, and emitted a small smile. The death had come as a shock to them all. While Kyle’s father wasn’t exactly the sanest guy in the world, he was in good health. Then again, I guess there could have been plenty wrong with him, and Kyle wouldn’t have known.
“Nice service.”
Kyle turned around to see his sister, Alexa, smiling at him.
“Yeah, cause funerals are supposed to be nice.” Kyle said with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette.
“That’s a bad habit that will actually kill you ya know.”
Kyle looked at Alexa as he lit his cigarette. He didn’t care whether the cigarettes were what did him in, he was going to enjoy the one life he had.
“I think if we’ve learnt one thing from our father, and trust me it was only one thing, is that you can die at any time, regardless of whether you smoke or not.”
“Still holding your one sided feud with dad even now he’s dead.”
Kyle hadn’t had a civil conversation with their father in over ten years, ever since he became obsessed with the idea of god and some stupid objects that were supposed to hold some higher power. His father’s obsession had driven his mother away, and it had driven Kyle away as well. He didn’t hold any sympathy for him now that he was six feet beneath the dirt.
“The old man went nuts Alexa, we both realized that years back.”
“He wasn’t nuts Kyle,” Alexa said, pausing as if she was trying to convince herself as well as her older brother. “He was just... passionate.”
“Passionate about a load of crap, yeah. I mean he spent the last twenty years of his life obsessed with these objects and how they’re meant to contain some godlike powers, and yet in all that time he never came up with a damn bit of proof. Think it’s safe to say that he was at least a little bit nuts Alexa.”
“He had faith. That’s a damn bit more than you have.”
Kyle smiled. He had never been religious, never really cared about religion at all. Kyle had always lived in the moment, done whatever seemed like the funnest or the most thrilling thing to do, and religion wasn’t one of those things. It wasn’t that Kyle was against religion, he just never really thought about any of that stuff.
“Lack of faith has never done me any harm.” Kyle said, taking a puff of the smoke in his hand. “I’ve lived more in my lifetime than Dad ever managed to. I mean, what has being a school teacher ever done for you?”
“At least my job has a stable income.” Alexa shot back. She had always shared Kyle’s quick wit; it helped her teaching teenagers who generally didn’t want to learn. “But I didn’t come here to argue with you about Dad. Here.”
Alexa chucked something at Kyle. He caught it and held it in the palm of his hand, before examining it. It was a small golden coin with some kind of strange markings on it. It was attached to a thin golden chain. Kyle looked at it, then looked at Alexa with a look of bewilderment.
“And this is?”
“Dad wanted you to have it. He also left you a flat in Arizona.”
“A flat?” Kyle asked, confused. Alexa threw something else to him, this time a key, obviously to this flat in Arizona.
“Yeah, a flat. Not a clue what’s in there, or why he kept it a secret from us, but he wanted you to have it, so there you go.”
“You want me to travel up to Arizona to check out some flat that Dad left me?”
“Do what you want with it.” Alexa said with a shrug, before walking away, stopping only briefly. “And Kyle, make an effort to visit Mum once in a while, would you?”
“I’ll see what I can do. Could be a while though.”
“And why exactly is that?”
Kyle looked at her with a small grin. He had always lived his life in the moment, taken whatever came his way. If there was ever the smallest reason for doing something spontaneous, he would usually do it.
“Cause it looks like I’m heading to Arizona.”
Kyle Electus stood by the side of his fathers grave, freshly dug, and emitted a small smile. The death had come as a shock to them all. While Kyle’s father wasn’t exactly the sanest guy in the world, he was in good health. Then again, I guess there could have been plenty wrong with him, and Kyle wouldn’t have known.
“Nice service.”
Kyle turned around to see his sister, Alexa, smiling at him.
“Yeah, cause funerals are supposed to be nice.” Kyle said with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette.
“That’s a bad habit that will actually kill you ya know.”
Kyle looked at Alexa as he lit his cigarette. He didn’t care whether the cigarettes were what did him in, he was going to enjoy the one life he had.
“I think if we’ve learnt one thing from our father, and trust me it was only one thing, is that you can die at any time, regardless of whether you smoke or not.”
“Still holding your one sided feud with dad even now he’s dead.”
Kyle hadn’t had a civil conversation with their father in over ten years, ever since he became obsessed with the idea of god and some stupid objects that were supposed to hold some higher power. His father’s obsession had driven his mother away, and it had driven Kyle away as well. He didn’t hold any sympathy for him now that he was six feet beneath the dirt.
“The old man went nuts Alexa, we both realized that years back.”
“He wasn’t nuts Kyle,” Alexa said, pausing as if she was trying to convince herself as well as her older brother. “He was just... passionate.”
“Passionate about a load of crap, yeah. I mean he spent the last twenty years of his life obsessed with these objects and how they’re meant to contain some godlike powers, and yet in all that time he never came up with a damn bit of proof. Think it’s safe to say that he was at least a little bit nuts Alexa.”
“He had faith. That’s a damn bit more than you have.”
Kyle smiled. He had never been religious, never really cared about religion at all. Kyle had always lived in the moment, done whatever seemed like the funnest or the most thrilling thing to do, and religion wasn’t one of those things. It wasn’t that Kyle was against religion, he just never really thought about any of that stuff.
“Lack of faith has never done me any harm.” Kyle said, taking a puff of the smoke in his hand. “I’ve lived more in my lifetime than Dad ever managed to. I mean, what has being a school teacher ever done for you?”
“At least my job has a stable income.” Alexa shot back. She had always shared Kyle’s quick wit; it helped her teaching teenagers who generally didn’t want to learn. “But I didn’t come here to argue with you about Dad. Here.”
Alexa chucked something at Kyle. He caught it and held it in the palm of his hand, before examining it. It was a small golden coin with some kind of strange markings on it. It was attached to a thin golden chain. Kyle looked at it, then looked at Alexa with a look of bewilderment.
“And this is?”
“Dad wanted you to have it. He also left you a flat in Arizona.”
“A flat?” Kyle asked, confused. Alexa threw something else to him, this time a key, obviously to this flat in Arizona.
“Yeah, a flat. Not a clue what’s in there, or why he kept it a secret from us, but he wanted you to have it, so there you go.”
“You want me to travel up to Arizona to check out some flat that Dad left me?”
“Do what you want with it.” Alexa said with a shrug, before walking away, stopping only briefly. “And Kyle, make an effort to visit Mum once in a while, would you?”
“I’ll see what I can do. Could be a while though.”
“And why exactly is that?”
Kyle looked at her with a small grin. He had always lived his life in the moment, taken whatever came his way. If there was ever the smallest reason for doing something spontaneous, he would usually do it.
“Cause it looks like I’m heading to Arizona.”