Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Chapter 2

Everything felt... fuzzy?

Tommy groaned, shifting in the scratchy blankets and shivering at the cold air.

He could hear thunder rumbling, and gentle rain.

"Mmmf," he mumbled, dragging the blanket over his head. The strange, foggy memories of screaming, running from something, something cutting his skin, a tube down his throat, must've just been a nightmare.

He must be sick, he thought, and his mum must've let him stay home from school—

"No way, he's waking up," said an unfamiliar voice.

"Really? He was colder than ice when Tubbo brought him in and his pulse was much too slow."

Tommy's blood froze.

He jerked upright, clutching his arms around himself instinctively as the cold air hit like a brick wrapped in sandpaper.

He wasn't in his mum's apartment.

He wasn't in his bed.

He was sitting on an old medical cot in what looked like some kind of rustic-style log cabin, in a room that was sort of furnished like a hospital room, and Tommy knew hospital rooms since he'd been to several when he broke his arm—

"Why're his eyes so strange?"

There were two men sitting in chairs next to his bed. One of them was a tall, skinny guy in a trench coat who looked like he was in his mid-twenties with pale skin and dark hair under a burgundy beanie, and the other looked a bit younger and had much darker skin, but it was hard to tell what he looked like with the red, black and yellow-patterned bandanna over his face.

"Don't know," Bandanna Guy mused, tapping on his clipboard. "Could be heterochromia, but that red coloration looks too vibrant to be natural."

"He's a mutant, probably," Trench Coat Guy huffed, getting up and pulling out a— oh my god that was a gun! "Might be carrying Wither sickness. I say we take him out behind the shed and mercy-kill him before he—"

"Nonononono," Tommy gasped, panic flaring in his throat and making him choke.

The gravity of the situation started to sink in, and the blurry images of before suddenly floated into his mind. His head started to spin, and Tommy fought down a sob.

Run.

Run.

What did they do?

What happened?

Just run.

Where am I?

Bandanna Guy flinched. "Sir, with all due respect, he's a kid. We can't just kill him without proof he's infected, and even so—"

Tommy's panic hit critical mass.

Get out! His mind hissed, and he listened, hurling his blankets aside and bolting for the door.

"Stop him!" Trench Coat Guy yelled.

Hands grabbed.

Tommy screamed.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He shrieked, punching Bandanna Guy in the stomach and dashing towards the door, even though his legs were shaking and all he was wearing was a pair of loose sweatpants. He slammed into it, but the door burst off his hinges and Tommy collided heavily with the wall outside, gritting his teeth on impact, but he kept going, terror overriding the pain.