My Life as a Teenage Hybrid( a team crafted fanfic)

New Beginnings Pt. 3

{~Adam~}

Do you think he will wake up soon?

Maybe. But he inhaled the smoke pretty bad. He is lucky to have nothing damaged in his respiratory system.

What about his throat?

That's perfectly fine compared to some other people we saw.

Ugh... I am so tired. But these voices. They keep coming back after a while and talk about me. I just want sleep! I tried to drown them out.

Hold on...I have been fully rested this entire time. Why was I so stupid as to not open my eyes and see what was going on here?

Stupid, stupid me.

I flicked open my eyes and was met by a painful bright yellow color.

"God dammit Jason! Turn the lights down!"

"Michell! He's awake!"

"Jeezus! I was taking a nap!"

My eyes adjusted to the BUDDER and I looked over to where the voices I had always heard came from.

Two teenage girls were yelling at each other.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. What the hell? I tried again to make noise, this time trying to yell. All I got was an awkward face and extreme pain in my neck.

I can't speak! Oh my BUDDER I can't speak!!!

These two girls were still fighting. I picked up the tissue box next to me and chucked it at one's head.

"FU-"

"LANGUAGE!"

Bullseye!

They turned to me and the girl who I hit was fuming. She had a small red mark on her forehead. The box corner must of hit her. Whoops.

"Listen here buddy. If I catch you hitting me, I will shoot an arrow straight through your skul-"

"Michell calm down. He just woke up. Let him speak."

I pointed to my throat.

"Oh. Sorry." She grabbed a pencil and a pack of sticky notes and handed them to me. "Use these."

I scribbled down my message.

Why can't I speak? And why is my throat hurting?

I peeled off the note and handed it to her possibly friend.

"You inhaled too much toxin and your throat is injured. It will heal again. The loss of speech is temporary."

Oh jeez. That's why I was the first one passed out. I inhaled too much toxic fog. By the way, what happened to the Reaper?

I wrote down another note.

Who are you?

I handed it to the calmer girl and she read it over.

"My name is Carrie Liang. Ocelot hybrid."(Entered by JustHopeForHope) I took a look at her. (Not in that way you pedophiles.)

She had long hair that reached down to her hips and was slightly curled along with bangs. It was an ombré from dirty blonde at the top to a caramel nearing the bottom. She also had bright green eyes.

She was very cheery and peppy. Usually cats were more reserved. Whatever. I'm not a feline racist.

"Michell Carson. Spiderjockey hybrid. Don't anger me because I am not a fan of violence unlike cat woman here." (Entered by Being_Wierd)