Kyle stumbled away from his sister's room, desperation and disgust overwhelming his body. A painful, inhuman growl from downstairs warned him that his sister was recovering from the blow.
"Kyle, you little dick!" she roared. "I'm going to ass rape you till the apocalypse!" Her sihouette, cast in the stairwell, revealed her demonic form--she wasn't trying to hide it anymore.
Kim tore up the stairs towards him with incredible speed, forcing him to backpedal into her room. Panicked though he was, he barely managed to slam and lock the door behind him.
Slime covered Kim's room; her crappy music, which was still playing, made the scene that much more perverse.
He backed away from the door, breathing heavily, wondering why Kim hadn't yet clawed it to pieces.
He got his answer a moment later when something invisible, struck him harder than he'd ever been hit in his life, sending him careening through his sister's window and falling 15 feet to the lawn below.
Kyle's world pitched and spun as he lay amidst glass and his own blood. He pushed himself up with his right arm, but a sharp pain revealed it to be broken at the forearm. His left arm, though bloodied by glass, bore his weight as he got to his feet.
He'd sprained one of his ankles, but the adrenaline flowing through his body provided enough drive to awkwardly but hurriedly lope down the street away from his house and the creatures looking to do God-knows-what to him.
A shadow passed over the moonlight. Kyle looked up to see two-winged, demonic forms circling overhead.
Even uninjured, Kyle knew his chances of fighting off one, much less two, of those things would be minimal. His options were limited.