2: The Run-Away

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Y/N's P.O.V.
It's been a few years since I've seen the tall, red friend. I've been slowly wanting to run away from this place. This horrible, horrible place. My creator does things that strip me of my pride and dignity.

I decided that I would run away from this place as soon as I could.

When my creator went to the bar, he took me with him. I figured this would be my chance. I raced out as the crowd grew in the bar. I sprinted down the alleyways and streets trying to find an open area to start flying.

I saw a building with a ladder that reached the top. Perfect. I started climbing as I heard my human begin to sprint towards me. Even when they're drunk, they're terrifying!

I climbed up, and began to take flight. My creator got up on the roof as well, and just missed grabbing me. My back was turned to him, but I heard gunshots, and then a large, stinging pain in my wing. But I didn't care. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins and I couldn't feel the pain.

I had did it. I was now a run-away.

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