Fizzy shivered involuntarily as a cold wind blew past him, and he huddled further into the corner of the alley way that he was taking shelter in. The hail pelted heavily on the rocky ground around him, and on the small overhang above him.
He leaned against his bag, his eyes drooping tiredly. He'd barely gotten any sleep since he left two days ago, and he was exhausted. He was making sure his food lasted him for at least a few days, unsure of how he would get more.
His tail was bunched up in his jeans uncomfortably, and he shifted a little, trying to find a different position. He hastily pulled his beanie down further when he heard footsteps, squeezing closer into the corner and closing his eyes in hopes to not be seen.
No such luck, not today. Immediately, the footsteps paused, and Fizzy opened one eye hesitantly. He gulped as the figure started walking towards him.
This person was definitely a guy. His whole body was pretty much muscle, and his eyes flashed menacingly as he crouched in front of the trembling Fizzy.
Fizzy reached towards his bag for his phone, but froze, realizing he didn't have anyone to call for help. Police would arrest Fizzy, not the man in front of him.
The man reached forward, grabbing Fizzy's wrist, and yanked him to his feet, slapping a hand over his mouth. Fizzy squeaked in fear, kicking his legs as he was slung over the man's shoulder. His beanie slipped off in his struggle, and he didn't notice that his bag was left behind.
The man holding him grinned as he saw his ears, but his smile quickly dropped as a click sounded behind him. Fizzy's eyes widened in fear as he saw the gun aimed at the man holding him. Fizzy took his chance to try to scramble away, and he heard the gun-wielding man telling the muscular man to drop him. He fell to the concrete sidewalk, wincing. The big man ran off hurriedly, and the man with the gun knelt down, helping Fizzy up.
"Th-thank you for saving me, I was-" Fizzy was cut off as the gun man covered his mouth with a strong smelling cloth. Black spots covered his vision, and he blacked out, going limp in the man's arms.
[A/N]
Sorry this one was so short! We'll update really quick to make up for it. Grey and I have been writing like crazy today hehe.
QOTC: What do you think will happen to Fizzy?
Btw, QOTC = Question of the Chapter :3
Welp, hope you guys enjoyed! <3 Byee
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Hybrid
Fantasyhy·brid ˈhīˌbrid/ noun a thing made by combining two different elements; a mixture. - Fizzy Thompson is a 16 year old boy with a crazy imagination. He can turn simple things like the walk to school into a life or death escape-an-enemy game. The prob...
