Leave me be (A Whitty x OC)

Unlikely Encounter

-Whitty POV-

I kept to the areas which were shrouded by shadows. Sneaking around by this time was part of daily life for me. I practically danced through alleyways and deserted areas of town. Being this tall was a benefit, as I could jump fences without alerting anyone. It was way harder to stay hidden though. I mean, if you saw a shadow of a guy practically 9ft tall, what would you do? Probably pass out. I don't know really.

However, it made no difference in broad daylight. At around 2 in the afternoon, the sun still shone boldly in the sky, making me feel very conspicuous. But I had to keep moving. After an hour or so (an hour seems so much longer in the afternoon heat), I started to get tired and really, really hot. Luckily Sabrina had fallen asleep some time ago, breathing softly.

Right now, I'm legitimately wondering how Ruv managed to stay hidden for so long before he found Sarv and the church.

Phew, it's hot. Maybe I should find a dark alley and hide it out until the sun goes down. A couple of random thoughts came into my mind.

I wonder how's Ruv? We used to hang out back then. I chuckled slightly as I remembered the grey-faced Russian who refused to take off his jacket no matter what weather it was. And then again, I haven't seen Sarv, too. Should have visited them, but... I don't want to put them in danger. I found an alley that seemed empty. Walking into it, I sat down slowly, still carrying Sabrina in my arms.

I wonder how are my old friends? Do they still remember me? It's been so long...

It was a regular Friday night, and everyone had got together for the weekly performances and contests. I had it all, fans, friends who loved me, fame... until he came. When I had finished rapping with my best friend, Dearest had walked up to the stage after the cheers died down. He smiled at me, not in a friendly way, but more in the way a shark would when deciding which part of you tasted better.

He grabbed a microphone, and said, "Well, is everyone having a good time?"

The audience cheered loudly.

"Good to hear!" He continued. "But I have some shocking news for all of you." He looked out at the audience. "I am here to tell you that Whitty is a FAKE!"

Collective gasps.

"Yes, it is true." He put his hand on his heart and looked ready to weep phony tears right down to his shiny boots.

Hex and Carol was staring straight at me with disbelief written all over their faces (and screens). I tried to speak, but all I do was squeak. When I finally contained my emotions, I managed to choke out a, "It's not true."

The demon looked at me with the fakest look of horror and shock.

"You dare to lie in front of an entire crowd, Whitmore? Ah, you have no shame! Well, now let it be known that he has stolen all my songs and performed them for himself!"

Here he snatched my song sheets from my hand.

"If anyone dares disbelieve me, I have a video proving this theory."

He proceeded to show a (heavily edited) video of me stealing MY songs from him and then trashing his house.

I could hear angry mutters from the crowd. A boo suddenly escaped, then another. Very quickly the entire audience was now on their feet, booing and shouting words I wish to never hear again in my life.

They started crowding onto the stage and came straight for me, shouting and throwing all matter of things. A voice echoed above the others.

"Whitty, RUN!" Hex cried out.