A.N: Hey guys, I hope that you enjoy, the first chapter will hopefully be

ready soon, thanks for reading and feedback welcome :)

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July the 12th, 2065.

It was 9:37 PM on a Saturday night, the only sound that could be heard was the low volume of the television, the T.V' light was dim, but it was enough to make out the large Oak coffee table, varnished to perfection, that displayed multiple magazines in no particular order, there were;

"The Guns Magazine," a magazine that writes articles displaying the strengths and weaknesses of each make and model of every firearm type, a must have, "Fashion With Passion," a magazine that highlights all of the current trends in fashion, and plenty of others just scattered on top with them. The two eggshell white couches that were positioned around the coffee table in a way so as to be able to watch the television comfortably, the cream walls and shaggy grey carpet were dimly lit from the televisions light, just enough to discern them from the surroundings, that is; a figure could also be seen silently sleeping under a brown blanket on the couch facing the television. It was comfy, the room wasn't too big or too small, it was a perfect sized living room.

But the low volume of the T.V was soon drowned out by the sound of a phone ringing, its chime could easily be heard from the living room, the figure under the blanket stirred, they rubbed their eyes with the back of their hands and stood up from the couch to answer the phone in the kitchen.

"Who is it?" Asked a tired voice.

"It's me, Dad, did I wake you?" Came the mans reply.

"Yeah, but it's ok."

"Good, Kyle, I'll be working late tonight so I need you to tell your mother that I won't be home till 12."

"Again Dad? This is the third time this week." Said Kyle, grumpy after just being woken up.

"It can't be helped, lawyers need to do a lot of paperwork and they need to have it done as quickly as possible."

"Yes, I know, I'll go and tell mum."

"Thanks Kyle, love you."

"Ugh, not now Dad."

Laughter could be heard from the other side before the tone that signalled that the connection had been terminated rang out.

So Kyle left the living room and walked down the long hallway towards the master bedroom, passing all of the family photo's that were hanging on the cream coloured walls either side. Once he had reached the end of the hallway, he knocked on the wooden door to make sure that his mother was awake or decent before entering.

"Come in."

Kyle opened the door and entered the room. The room was lit by a lamp on the bedside table beside his mother, she was sitting up in her bed reading a book, it was "The Complete Sherlock Holmes," she always loved those crime novels, she was wearing a plain black, short sleeve T-shirt and her black hair cascaded down its front, resting on her well endowed chest. She had looked up from her book to talk to Kyle, her blue eyes covered by her reading glasses.

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"What is it sweetie?" She asked, a little tiredly.

"Dad rang, he has to work until 12."

His mother sighed irritably, "just once would I like to go to bed at a decent hour with my husband." She pouted.

"I'm going to bed, night."

"Goodnight sweetie, I love you."

"I love you too, Mum." Replied Kyle as he exited and closed the door behind him.

He made his way back to the living room and turned off the television, he then proceeded to attempt to find his room in the pitch black, after a few minutes and multiple occasions where he almost tripped on table or chair legs, he found his room and stretched himself out onto his bed and quickly fell asleep.

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It was 6:30 AM when the alarm went off.

*RINGRINGRINGRING*

Kyle hit the snooze button and lay there unmoving, his eyes still closed, not yet ready to face the day ahead.

His lean and muscular body was stretched across the entirety of the single bed, his red blanket was wrinkled under him, his red pillow lay on the floor beside his bed; which was adorned with a lovely black silk sheet which felt like heaven.

Kyle lifted himself from the bed lazily and propped himself up with his left arm whilst yawning, he scratched the back of his head, his short dirty blonde hair rustling as his fingers scratched back and forth. The first rays of the sun shone through the curtains parting only to be obstructed by Kyles muscular back, Kyle slowly stood from his bed and made his way to the door.

He closed his bedroom door behind him after he had grabbed some fresh clothes from his drawers, a black shirt, black pants and a pair of plain white underwear.

He was now making his way towards the shower, he walked down the hall, past the living room and turned right at the door before the master bedroom.

Kyle turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before stepping under the flow of warm water, he picked up the soap and started to rub his body with it, cleaning every inch of him, he then continued to shampoo his hair, and then condition.

After three minutes he was done, he turned off the water, dried himself off and changed into his fresh clothes. After leaving the bathroom he went to the lounge room to watch some T.V whilst eating breakfast, his mother was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs.

"Morning." Said Kyle as he picked up his plate from the table.

"Morning," his mother replied, "did your father call again last night?"

"I don't know, I was asleep, why?"

"He didn't come home."

"That's odd." He replied sarcastically.

"Don't be like that, he's a hard worker and a great father," she told him calmly, "please call his office."

Kyle put down his plate and took out his phone to call his fathers office, he dialled the number and put it to his ear. After a few moments of ringing, there came a voice on the other side.

"Hello, this is Detective Farrow speaking."