The Puppet Master's Gift

The Puppet Master's Gift

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Kylan is a Jock, no...THE jock at Highfire University in England.He is the soccer champion/ captain, and everyone knows his name.All the girls love him, and all the boys wish they were him.They think he has this perfect life, this...easy life. Though when he gets home to his rich parent\\'s mansion, behind the closed doors of his room you find the truth that lies within the Heart of Kylan. What happens when he comes across a mysterious man that hands him a gift? Read to find out.

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Kylan is a Jock, no...THE jock at Highfire University in England.He is the soccer champion/ captain, and everyone knows his name.All the girls love him, and all the boys wish they were him.They think he has this perfect life, this...easy life. Though when he gets home to his rich parent\\'s mansion, behind the closed doors of his room you find the truth that lies within the Heart of Kylan. What happens when he comes across a mysterious man that hands him a gift? Read to find out.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Puppet Master's Gift

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Kylan is a Jock, no...THE jock at Highfire University in England.He is the soccer champion/ captain, and everyone knows his name.All the girls love him, and all the boys wish they were him.They think he has this perfect life, this...easy life. Though when he gets home to his rich parent\\'s mansion, behind the closed doors of his room you find the truth that lies within the Heart of Kylan. What happens when he comes across a mysterious man that hands him a gift? Read to find out.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 16, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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"Kylan! Kylan! Kylan! Kylan! Kylan!"

The penalty shot was my focus at the moment, but the crowd? No, more like crazed fans cheered in the background causing me to loose focus for a second. I glanced back up at the goalie before kicking the checkered ball hard into the net, only missing the goalie by a few millimeters.

There screams and rants caused a ringing in my ears when they ran from the stands to tower over me. I put on a fake smile for everyone and joined in the celebration, yet my celebration was as fake as sluts that threw themselves at me 24/7. In this specific moment, I felt as if I despised them all.

Soon enough I broke through the stampede and made my way to the locker room. It smelt of sweat and worthlessness. Grunting in disgust, I ripped my shirt off, shoving it in my gym bag.

"Hey man! Great shot!" My 'best friend' clamped a big, meaty hand on my shoulder shaking it continuously. I sort of brushed it off and laughed. It was quite a mechanical laugh, but it seemed to please my friend.

'Maybe I should just shower at home.'I thought. 'Yep, That's exactly what I'm going to do.' I pulled a black v-neck out of my duffel bag and scrambled quickly to get it on. I tapped my foot on the ground trying to remember where I sat my hoodie. I mentally cringed not wanting to ask anyone where it is.

"Looking for this?" Ryan, my best friend, held my red hoodie up.

"Yeah, thanks man." I said grabbing it out of his grasp, and turning away to zip my bag up. The side of my face stared burning when I noticed Ryan staring at me. I turned to look at Ryan who had his eyes trained on me intently. "D-Do you umm, need anything?" I muttered curiously.

"Eh, it's nothing. Are you coming to the party at my dorm tonight? Hot babes will be there." He winked at me. I only rolled my eyes. Typical Ryan.

"Not tonight, bro. I'm going to go home and get some rest." As if on cue a yawn escaped my lips.

"Oh, ok then. Smell you later." He grinned trying to make a joke out of it. I shook my head and waved my hand as a goodbye, heading towards my Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren. I loved this car so much. At times it could possibly be considered my only friend.

The ride back home was uneventful. No music played in the background and everything was sort of pitch black except my headlights.

I sighed as I pulled up in front of the familiar gate. I was finally home, and away from that horrendous school, and those idiotic people.That is...until tomorrow. What a bother.


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