[@CornixElecti]


Kain let out a slow painful sigh as he rolled his eyes.
[i][b]"Natasha! It's me again, Kain. I can't get hold of my brother, this is important. Get him to call me. Thanks."[/b][/i] 
His tired agitated voice argued with the answering service. It was late at night but Kain didn't care. He hadn't seen his brother in years but right now he just needed someone to speak to. He was desperate for something safe and familiar. 

[i][i][b]"For fuck's sake."[/b][/i][/i] his words sifted like acid in the cool nights air as he whispered curses at his lack of luck and for the things he was about to do. Things had become erratic. He was desperate and not thinking clearly.

He slipped his unhelpful phone back into the pocket of his worn jeans and peered through the open curtain drapes. With his suspicions confirmed slow careful strides took him through the garden beds toward his goal, the garage door. 

He frowns as the roller door opens to his touch. It was too easy. He didn't feel the security measures were enough. He steps inside and carefully closes the door behind him. The automatic lights flicker to life and Kain is embraced by the still empty silence provided by the rooms thick sound dampening walls. The garage was large, larger then it needed it to be. It made Kain wonder what they might have intended to build or work on when they constructed the building. 

Those thoughts fell aside when he came to stand next to a hidden car beneath a large cover in the far corner of the garage. He trails his fingers slowly across the fabric for a short distance before suddenly stopping and dropping to his knees. He reaches up under the skirting and smiles as his fingers find the sleek cool metallic surface. 

Kain closes his eyes and a grin comes to his face. Without even having to look at it he could picture the car perfectly in his head. He had seen it often before but had never been allowed close enough to touch it.

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[@Polaris North]
A few hours later the BMW OHV V8 engine of the 1958 507 series 2 roadster spurred to life. It ran so smoothly and purred with a dormant power. To Kain this machine was art. 
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With a bruised hand Kain shifts the gear stick back before wiping away the blood growing in the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Through a swollen black eye he looks back at the garage behind h as a wave of fresh air sweeps over him.

It hadn't been the clean getaway that he had hoped for but long awaiting childhood issues had been resolved that night.

As the car rolls out, Kain awkwardly shifts in the seat, leaning his head out over the door he spits out more blood that splatters across the pristine driveway. 
Looking back at the closing garage door one last time he speaks to the cold night.
"That's what ya get, dad." his voice filled with resentment and a spiteful sarcasm. "You fucking prick!" 

With a short press on the accelerator Kain speeds off down the street, leaving behind the building he once called home.
Now even more than before Kain needed to see his brother. He hadn't seen him for quite some time and the last meeting didn't end too well. 

The cold nights air was rustling heavily through his hair, it burnt against his warm skin, swollen and bruised. While he couldn't get in contact with his brother luckily he had a pretty good idea where he might be able to find him.

Kain floored the car all through the night to arrive in New York by mid morning. It was there, lost in the secluded back ally streets of gang territory that something had suddenly overcome him. He and the expensive stolen roadster suddenly shot straight up the walkway and smashed head on into a large solid pylon. 
Steam and smoke sprayed violently from the crumpled bonnet of the wreck. Behind the cracked windshield Kain's head fell heavily onto the steering wheel and subsequently the cars horn.
The loud droning sound of the horn echoed out down the dirty back streets calling attention to them.