Saving Grace {Closed Wanderlust} [@adaptingdoctor]
How was it that no matter what time of the day, he always managed to get lost? Two months in London and Kyle Steele had still not managed to find his way around. To make matters worse, it was not very dark and he was completely turned around. The nineteen year old paused, scratching the back of his head as he turned his eyes skyward. The London lights had eclipsed the stars above, not that they honestly would have helped. Kyle was no star gazer, nor a sailor.
He leaned against a nearby wall, considering what to do. He hadn't asked for directions, but then he wasn't keen on doing that. People were unpredictable. especially when it came to people from other countries. He took in a deep breath, trying to decide if it was best to just sit around on the street until morning, or keep walking? If he could find Cheapside he could take the long way home and still be back at Ellis', but he wasn't sure how far from Cheapside he was, or even which direction it was in. This was a bad night.
And it was about to get worse. from his position against the wall Kyle could make out some figures. He had been unconsciously watching them for some time as they strolled up the road, laughing about something Kyle was certain they shouldn't find funny. That gut feeling grew as he realized they were dragging someone by the arms. A glare formed on his features as the figures came completely into view. Three large boys were dragging a smaller, somewhat weaker looking boy along the street chanting something about 'purging the sick'. That did not sit well with Kyle and he found himself standing ready.
As the boys got closer he watched on kicked the younger boy in the ribs. That alone sealed the deal, but when the others began to join in, Kyle knew he couldn't stand by. He moved, picking up a discarded boom stick from a trash pile a few feet off and made no hesitation in running over.
Quickly and with much force he struck the first boy on the back with the stick. IT took a moment but the other's reacted by turning to gang up on him. He was ready and relieved to find them dropping the young man from before. "Better back off." Kyle said with a grin. "Shouldn't be on the streets around here in the middle of the night. You know those murders didn't commit themselves."
All three gave pause. "Murders?"
"The dismemberings? Someone's been knocking people out and taking them apart. They all had head wounds... caused by a thin, blunt object." He passed the stick between his hands in front of himself, smiling at them. "Could have been anything."
"Y-You don;t scare us!" They protested, but Kyle knew much better.
"You know, no one's going to miss three completely asses. Maybe I'll do the world a favor./ I usually target people alone, but I think I could take the three of you apart before dawn. Hoe about we try it?"
It didn't take long for the cowards to run, and Kyle dropped the stick in a flash. He dropped to his knees beside the younger boy, looking him over quickly. "hey!" He called quickly. "Are you okay?"