Dangerous Fellows (Imagines)

eugene :1

You were on your way to throw out the garbage, walking through the dark alley by your apartment block. You got used to the seemingly-scary-at-first alley long ago - you knew there weren't any drunk men hiding in the corners at the far end, only some garbage cans. After all, no one really seemed to favor the idea of hiding between the awfully smelling thrash.

The first time you ever walked this way to throw out your thrash, you were scared. A lot. You really thought someone's gonna lurch out at you and, you never know, maybe even murder you. You almost screamed back then when you found a little rat rattling nearby.

And now, you almost screamed too - not because of any drunk men nor rodents. There was a slim small figure sitting - or laying? - near the cans, leaning against the dirty wall of the building you lived in. You held back your scream, though. Instead, being the caring person always wanting to help everyone, you quickly rushed to them and kneeled in front.

Yes, they might've been just some passed out drunk, or overdosed addict, it could've been dangerous, but those rational thoughts left your mind upon hearing the person groan out of pain. When you were this close to them, you could make out the features of their - no, his face. It was a boy looking about your age, maybe a year or two younger. He had a hoodie on, the hood pulled deep into his face so that he would hide as much as he could from you.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

His eyes glared at you. As you reached out a hand, he snapped, "leave me alone." He huddled closer to the wall, making an even tighter ball out of his curled body.

"I- I don't want to hurt you." you say, trying to make your voice as soft and comforting as you can. "Really, I just want to help." You gave him a smile.

"Go away, human." He literally hissed.

Confused at him calling you human, you suddenly noticed two sharp points at the top of his head beneath his hood - ears. It clicked, he was a hybrid.

Did someone beat him up? Or left him here because they grew tired of taking care of him?

Thoughts flooding your head, you stayed kneeled down in front of the boy and he grew more and more uncomfortable at your too close proximity.

You quickly stood up and dumped the thrash into the bin, then hurriedly called out to him, "stay here!" as if he was going to leave somewhere else, which you doubted. You wanted to get him some food, who knows how long he's been there? It didn't matter if he didn't like you, you wanted to help him anyway, to show him not all people are bad and cruel to hybrids.

When you unlocked your apartment door, it hit you.

What food do I give him? It's been a couple days since Ive done the shopping... I don't think I have anything good left.

You didn't shop often. Then again, you had a busy schedule with school and a job, so you often skipped meals. Usually, you would just make yourself some tee (or coffee) in the morning to start your day, during lunch you were often stuck at some lecture. Sometimes, you went out to eat with your friends or classmates, but only occasionally. For dinner, seeing as you came home late most of the time, you were too tired to make some food for yourself. You cooked during the weekends when you had time; ate the leftovers during the week at the back of the class while listening to the professor talk.

So now, when you needed to give some food to another person, you didn't have any. You managed to find some bit of vegetables and cheese in the tiny fridge, so you made a sandwich. Before you headed out again, you filled up a bottle full of water to give to him as well.

I hope he likes cheese and  cucumber.

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You hesitantly reached out the hand holding the sandwich to him. You hoped he would take it, he definitely didn't look like he's been eating a lot. But the hiss that left his lips didn't really make you feel any better.