A/N: Hello, friends, new and old! Welcome to the new Home Alone story! Even though I'm (a couple years) behind on my older stories, I just can't seem to pull myself away from Home Alone. Now, I've written a Home Alone Halloween story, so now it's time for another one! I hope to work on this as much as I can! I'm unsure as to how it's going to go, but I'm doing it!

Originally, I wasn't going to do this particular story, because I don't write sexual content (I guess you can call it that), but I decided to, anyway, and work my way around it. Basically, this story is what I thought would've happened, when Kevin was walking on the street by himself, with all those creepy people talking to him. I mean, how did he not get plucked off the streets of New York, especially at this part? Well, it's high time we find out what would've happened!

PS: As much as I'd love to, I don't own Home Alone or the characters. As I stated before, I wish I owned Caulay (every damn day), but I don't, so… We might as well start now! Let's go!

What Happens on the Streets of New York

Chapter 1: Streets of Terror

Kevin's PoV:

It's Christmas Eve, and I've never felt so alone in my life. I don't know where to go or what to do, since I've been discovered a fraud at the Plaza Hotel—the only safe residence I had up until earlier today. I can't wander these streets alone all night, and I can't sleep on the streets like a homeless person, so what am I going to do? I have money, but where can I go? Another hotel? It won't be like the Plaza, but it's better than nothing. Then again, if I were to use my Dad's Credit Card, like I did at the Plaza, will I be discovered as a fraud there, too? I don't know, but I guess it's worth finding out. Anything's better than wandering the sides of these creepy streets by myself…

New York certainly doesn't look like this in the daytime, and it didn't look like this last night, when I was in my room, at the Plaza. Now, I'm all alone tonight, and I'm debating on where to go. I don't know why I chose to walk this part of New York, but I didn't realize how big Central Park is. My family and I visit Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette here sometimes, and we do go out exploring, but I've never really had the chance to be alone, so I don't really know everything that goes on here. I discovered more about New York in the past two days than I did all the times I've visited here. The only reason why I'm in Central Park now, is because I had to get away from those bandits. If I didn't, I'd most definitely be on ice right now…

As I'm strolling down the sidewalk, I'm cold and afraid. I'm afraid of what's going to happen, if I spend any more time on these streets by myself at night. I really don't want to find out… I'm coming up onto people on this sidewalk, and they don't appear to be normal people. I'm a little worried. Maybe I should just turn around… Then again, I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Unlike the Concierge, who I swear is Tim Curry's twin, I may be helped by these people. If I just ignore them and not talk to them, all should go well. I can't be afraid of everyone I see. Not everybody is like Harry and Marv… I had to get passed my fear, when I was confronted by them. I should be braver than I was before. If I haven't been picked up from the streets yet, I'll never be… right?

As I proceed closer to these unusual people, I start to get one of those nervous gut feelings. I've been told to always listen to what your body tells you, but sometimes, a nervous gut can happen at many different occasions. One time, I had a nervous gut, before going on a ride at Six Flags. I was going to go on it with Buzz, and it looked completely terrifying. I wanted to turn back, but I knew what Buzz would've said, if I did. So, I ended up going on it, and it wasn't so bad. It's now a ride I go on every year we go there, but this is different. I'm on the streets of New York by myself, with nobody to help me. I should trust my instincts of people. I just hope I'm nervous of entering this unusual part of the city by myself, and for no other reason.

As soon as I'm where these hipsters, hobos, alcoholics, and druggies hang out, my nervous gut instantly worsens, as if it knows I'm entering a dangerous situation. But, just like with the furnace in our basement last year, I was afraid, and I had no reason to be. I know I have no reason to be afraid now… right?

The first person that walks passed me, is a woman who seems to be talking gibberish to herself. I don't understand her, but I could be wrong about being afraid of her, as she walks passed me. She could easily be helpful; more helpful than the Plaza Hotel workers were… I then receive creepy stairs from a couple people, which doesn't help my nervous situation, either. But, they could help me, if I needed it, right? The next person that passes me—more so bumps into me—is a long-haired man, and he doesn't say anything to me, as if he purposely was trying to be a jerk, just like Buzz and Uncle Frank… I can't think badly of my family right now, because I wish they were here more than ever.

After that man (purposely) bumps into me, there's a man, who shouts in my face, "Watch it, kid!" Then, he starts laughing, almost maniacally.

I look at him, afraid, but I know that it's best to just keep on walking. I don't like being laughed at, because I'm used to having Buzz do that to me all the time. I try to hold in my emotions of this man's behaviour, and I just keep on walking.

As I'm looking around at my surroundings, I see two women, who I believe are prostitutes. They're smoking their cigarettes, as the blonde one says to me, "Hey, you looking for someone to read you a bedtime story?" She speaks down to me, as if I were younger than ten.

I've had just about enough of this area, and I need to get out of here. I was trying to hide my fear of being in this part of the city (alone), but I can't help it, anymore; I run away from these people, and I thankfully see a Taxi. This seems too good to be true, but I better take this chance to get out of here, using this Taxi, while I have the chance.

I hold up my arm and call out, "Taxi!" Thankfully, the vehicle comes to a stop.

As I'm running for the direction of said vehicle, I feel someone grab me from behind. I scream out, since there's no reason to hold in my emotions now. I continue to scream, but it doesn't do me any good, because as I'm being pulled further away from the Taxi and the sidewalk, a hand is placed over my mouth. The one thing I have to help me get out of here, is fastly escaping my vision, as I'm pulled away into the darkness. I'm scared that I'm going to be beaten, raped, and killed. I'll never see my family again! I should've been nicer to them, when I had the chance! I'm sorry, Mom, Dad, Buzz, the rest of you! I didn't mean to be a jerk! Those are my last thoughts, before I'm completely submerged into the darkness, away from the New York streets…

To be Continued…

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A/N: Thanks so much for reading! What do you think will happen next? I hope there isn't too much useless information, with the ending suddenly happening like that! This is only the beginning, so I hope it gets better! Even though I wrote that Halloween story, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, especially with other writing I need to do! Well, let me know what you think!

Also, I should point out that I'm glad I watched Home Alone II (again), so I could quickly record in my phone the scene of Kevin walking on the street with these creepy people. As many times as I've watched the movie, I couldn't remember the exact order of creepy people he saw. Though, I knew those two women were the last ones he saw. I remembered that! Recording it in my phone was difficult, because I refused to take my eyes away from the screen at that time! So, at first, it was a bunch of gibberish in my phone (autocorrect didn't kick in right away). Anyway, I hope to post the next chapter soon! I should also say that I have another surprise planned soon! Until then, ciao for now! :D

- Majora's Mask Freak184