You're Pulling On My Heart Strings! (OLD)

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Summary of oneshot: 

A world where basically there are three different types of species that do different types of magic and George is recruited into this group of elite magic users that topple evil organizations. 

Words: 508

A/N:   if ever made into a real story this won't be full-on romance but more slice of life, action, and fantasy, still there will be dnf! Remember to give some love to these oneshots if you like them so they might become actual stories someday !

ALSO I HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY SO EXPECT A LOT OF THESE-

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George Davidson quickened his pace as he spotted movement in the corner of his eyes.

Nobody is safe at night when they wander the streets of Lastglen, any magic-user might attack you. And you couldn't get the police after an attack, they simply brushed it off without a second thought. 

Leaving you, with a hospital bill and a sense of injustice still lingering.

But George wasn't in the mood to be sent to the hospital. The people there would probably recognize him and have him arrested.

Pausing in his steps, he could hear the shuffling of multiple footsteps behind him.

" How much money did they offer?" George asked as he spun around to face his would-be attackers.

The people in the shadows became silent as a tall man walked towards him.

" They offered quite a lot, Conjurer," The voice said as they pointed a finger at George.

" So if you surrender, I'll give you a quick death," The person snarled as a few Shifters crept out the shadows, giving him a threatening look.

George counted seven opponents, definitely an uneven match especially since he knew who these bounty hunters were. 

Fatigued Fangs, most famous for their expertise work.

It wasn't a choice to fight here, so then George could only choose flight.

Giving the bounty hunters a malicious grin he quickly conjured a car above the bounty hunters heads.

The car gave a satisfying crunch as it hit the road.

George quickly started sprinting knowing the hunters had a high chance of easily getting back up again.

Slipping into one of the alleyways, he hoped for the hunters to not have a bird shifter on them.

Running through the maze of alleyways in the dark city he held himself back from vomiting from the stench.

Stopping suddenly he bit his lower lip.

Dead end.

Quickly turning around he spotted a falcon land in front of him in the alleyway.

Glowing a weird light the Shifter grew into the tall man that he saw from before, who gave him an empty smile.

Conjuring a smoke bomb he was about to throw it when he heard the sound of a gunshot.

George froze as the tall man had a scorching bullet wound through his forehead. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils.

The man toppled to the ground dead, revealing a handsome blonde who was standing right behind him.

" Hello there, Mr. Davidson!" The man purred causing George to shiver.