Little by little {Hybrid Benchtrio au}

12-Reality? Or..

a/n Hey guys. Been really busy with stuff. Really sorry for keeping you guys on a cliff hanger. I had the idea in my head of what I wanted to write, but I had no ideas on how I wanted to word it so you guys would understand. :(

Tommy awoke, The sun glaring down at him through.. Treetops? Where was he?
His back was pressed against a hard and ruff surface, judging by where it seemed he was, he assumed it was a tree.
"How did I get here..?" He said, to himself.
He jumped to the feeling of something dripping down in front of him, looking down.

He stared. Petrified.
Not only was there a small droplet of water, soaking into his pants, but the thing his eyes couldn't move away from was what looked like a twig, protruding from his chest.

What looked like originally a white baseball tee was now stained with a dark red. He moved his had to touch the stick, only to cry out in pain. He looked down at his hands, which he took notice of how they looked normal, and saw that his hands were stained red.

Whats going on? Where am i? What happened? How is the water not burning?
Are all questions that swarmed his mind. That and..
It hurts...

He heard a rustle behind him, immediately tensing up. Whoever did this to him could still be out there.
He watched as a figure came into view. The figure towering over him.
Purple orbs surrounded it, giving it a purple glow.
Tommy tried to crane his neck up to look, but it hurt to much.

It stood in front of him for a little bit before promptly vanishing. The purple orbs swishing before fading away.
He gave a heavy exhale, one he hadn't realized he was holding.

He sat there for a moment, catching his breath. His breathing was rash.
Hearing another rustle, he knew he needed to get out of there.
Even though he had no idea what was going on, he just felt like he wasn't safe.

He grunted softly. Using his left hand, he struggled to push himself up. With strained and pained grunting, he finally made it to his feet.
He felt so heavy. The pain in his chest was immense. But, it wasn't as bad as getting both of your legs crushed.
He stood there, catching his breath once again, using the tree as a brace.

"Tommy!" a voice called out that he didn't recognize.

He tensed, listening. He could hear the crunching of leaves behind him.
He pushed himself off the tree and stumbled forward. He put his hand on his chest, around the stick.
It hurt so much, but he needed to get away.

"Tommy! Wait! Where are you going??" The voice called after him.

He stumbled his way through the woods, heading towards the clearing he saw.
He stumbled over his own feet, his breathing growing shallow.
As soon as he made it into the clearing, he saw a group of people. One with a green hoodie, putting away a bow and replacing arrows into his quiver. He saw the rest of the people, half of them looked grim, the other half looked satisfied.
He looked behind him and was face to face with a taller man. He had fluffy brunette hair and caramel colored eyes.

"Tommy-" They started, before stars clouded his vision and he passed out.

When he awoke he was standing in an alley of sorts. When he looked in front of him, he stood paralyzed once again.
There, in front of him stood a boy in purple. He looked similar to the boy he had met earlier that day.
This boy had purple and black clothing on, a mask covering half of his face. All you could see was the icy purple eyes glaring at him with a hatred he had never seen.

Tommy looked down quickly, looking at his chest.
Theres nothing there..?
He snapped back up, looking at the boy in purple.
The boy reached into his jacket, pulling out a black item.
Tommy stood frozen. He didn't know what it was but he felt so afraid.
Click
The sound rang out through the alley as the purple boy did something with the black item, aiming it at the taller boy.