The Rebel

HIS ONE WISH…

"Ready or not, here I come," Michael whispered. He launched himself at Kyle, running full out. He lowered his shoulder and rammed Kyle to the ground before rat boy even had a chance to turn around.

Michael grabbed both of Kyle's wrists and pinned them behind his back.

"You just keep eating pavement until we're finished with our little chat. You got that, Kyle?" Michael demanded. He jabbed his knee into the loser's back, just to make his point clear.

"I'm not Kyle," the guy said, his words muffled against the asphalt of the parking lot.

"What?" Michael grabbed the guy by the shoulders and flipped him over.

He wasn't lying. He definitely wasn't Kyle. This guy looked more like Michael than he did like Kyle.

For a long moment the stranger just looked at him in silence, causing Michael's adrenaline to start pumping all over again. What did this guy want?

"I'm your brother," he finally said.

[ Version History]

1.0 – scanned, formatted, and spell-checked from mass-market paperback. ISBN: 0-671-03562-2

2.0 – July 12, 2004 – The_Ghiti – proofed in detail against deadtree format.