you know what they say about being human kite’s enemy: you’re unfortunate enough to be on his shitlist. he does not mind a few battles and bloodshed, even if that means taking his opponent down. he can and will get his way, no matter the cost.

i wish i could have known that look in your eyes would echo in mine

tonight, kite found himself hovering over a taller building, peering down at the few cars passing by. mysterion, toolshed, and mosquito all reported unusual activity just south of where his current location. going solo tonight was not on his agenda; however, he doesn't care if backup shows up—then again, it depends on the threat being handed over to them. no biggie, nothing seemed to faze him as much anymore. he’s seen it all. what could possibly be new? 

“ain’t seein’ nothin’, we’re clear over here at tweek bros.” kite spoke into his headset, sighing through his nose, “over.” his eyes narrow a bit, enhanced vision staring right into a dark, shadowy alley. it’s suddenly quiet all of a sudden. what the actual fuck? adrenaline pumped through his veins at the thought of another potential target to capture for tonight.

he glided down, hovering over a lamppost, then slowly gliding over to the alleyway to find—well. nothing. he pursed his lips, landing on the ground with a soft thud. well. he really did think something would be there… slow and quiet, his steps venture further down the darkness to cure his boredom. 

then, another report came in. 

“backup! calling anyone who can respond! stark’s pond! this is urgent!” mysterion’s gruff voice cut through the headset. kite did not hesitate to levitate again and soar over to stark’s pond. just in the air, he could vaguely see his teammates down, scattered across the snow. this is bad. super fucking bad.

he lands behind a tree. silence.

what the hell? this villain couldn’t have gotten away so fast! dammit!

he pulls up his goggles, leaving them to rest on his forehead. his footsteps lightly crunch against the now-bloodied snow. his pointed ears perk up at any sound, trying to pick up on any sound nearby.

and i am caught in time like clockwork beneath the permafrost i might lose my mind back to back with oblivion.

“come out, wherever the hell yer at! come on! you haven’t taken me down yet!”

he slaps his chest, cheeks puffing out in a petulant pout, then his teeth grit—exposing his sharp fangs.

whoever this may be, they’re already earning a spot on his shitlist. this wasn’t a game to him. when his team’s down, and he’s the only one left, this is more than just a fight now. it’s personal.

kite’s not leaving here until he finishes what couldn’t be done.