Bastille Animal Imagines

Later, Alligator

     Dan's POV

     "Oi, get your ass back here!"

     "Never!" Kyle cried.

     "Dan," Will panted. "Face it, mate. He'll never let you tag him."

     I gritted my teeth with determination as I placed my hands on my knees and leaned forward to catch a breath. Where the fuck did this kid get all his energy?! Us four are playing Capture the Flag with the crew, and the other team was literally killing ours. The only reason I agreed to play is because we had nothing else to do here in the Everglades, in Florida. I'm pretty fucking sure any team with Kyle would win no matter the circumstances. We only had one baton left and-

     Hold the fuck up.

     "Uh...guys?" I looked at my team mates: Dick, Will, Tom, and Sam. "WHERE DID OUR LAST BATON GO?!"

     "Did the others steal it?!" Tom shouted from the spot far across the wet field of the marshlands.

     "They would have had to gone past me!" I yelled.

     "Oh! Never mind! They probably stole then!" Tom called back with a burst of laughter after.

     I have to admit...that was a good roast...but why me?

     I took off my sunglasses and wiped at my drenched forehead, feeling the unbearable heat seep through my white, sweat-soaked t-shirt. With my head turned away from the others and the main playing area, I caught a glance of something in the short distance. It looked like...our missing baton? I shoved the shades on again and ran to the spot, colliding into Kyle on the way there. He must have spotted the damn thing too, though I had no idea how because of the far distance between him and the baton.

     "Sorry, Danny!" He shrugged with a laugh. "Winners fight for first!"

     I groaned and watched as he inched to the marshy grass and water to grab the item and claim his team's victory. Kyle reached his hand and slightly grazed it- before a massive alligator of fuck-knows-what-size leaps out from the tall bulrushes and water. My mate staggered back, falling into me as we stumbled again and tumbled to the ground in shock. Kyle sat on top of me as we eyed the alligator that was guarding its territory, which our baton was in.

     "Uhh...should we-"

     "Fuck no." I shook my head immediately at my band mate's retarded idea. "Let's just go and say that you guys stole it, alright?"

     Ky shifted a bit, still sitting on me, to my displeasure.

    "Well, if it implies that my team won, then sure thing, Daniel."

     "Don't call me that." I narrowed my eyes at him.

     "Whatever," he scoffed and rolled his eyes. The keys player got up and began to walk away- strides that literally turned into skips. I made an awkward expression as I watched him approach the others, probably boasting his ass away. Then I turned my head to see the alligator, giving it one more stare down before getting up, and walking away. Remind me to never come to the Everglades again.

     "See ya later, alligator," I mumble, catching up with the rest of the group.