Ok, ummmm. Hi Everyone, this is my first time writing and actually publishing a fanfiction of mine. This story is an idea that I had for a while now (blows dust off the cover...jk). I hope you guys like it. Here you go.
Wanted:
ouch.. wow I feel like shit. My body felt like it just got ran over by a bus and then the bus backed up and reversed. I look around and see that I'm in a dark alley surrounded by trash, broken bottles, and old newspapers.
So this is where they leave me for dead. Why would they do this to me. I think back at everything I've done but not a thing comes up that I think would make them do this. So why would they?
The sun was going down. I better go find a place to lay low for a while. I try to stand up but black spots fill my eyes. My vision gets blurry. I tumble backwards and hit the brick wall behind me. A bloodcurling scream fills the air and leaves my mouth before I realize it was me. Oh shit now I better get going. I smile in a bitter amused way. It's been a while since I was this beat up.
Footstep begin to run down the street towards my alley. Well, guess someone heard me. The footsteps get fasters. Crap no one can find me. NO NO NO No...no no...No. Maybe I can hide in the shadows or the trash. but the reasonable part of me said" oh really like you can stand up and hide with your injuries." I pray that no one would fine me like this.
Two figures appear rush towards me. I try to make out their features but my vision and head was still spinning. The first person seemed to be a boy with dark fluffy hair. Figure 1 tried to talk to me but he must have figured by my face that I had no idea what he just said. Figure 1 turns to figure 2 and points at me. I must have messed up my head really good because Figure 2 was a giant marshmallow.
The second figure lifts me up in it's arms but I wiggled and scream. The more I move the more pain I feel tearing though my body. I got to go. There is no way I'm not going down without a fight. I push away and fight against the marshmallow but it had a good grip. That's it. I'm done! I don't really remember what I say next but I would have got kick out of girl scouts if they heard my foul mouth. Figure 1 says something to clam me down. Finally with the energy I had left; I shove myself away and sadly succeed. I fall to the ground and knock myself out on impact.
What did you guys think of it. Please leave a review.
I know this is a bit short but I here you go. I will update in a few days give or take.
Baymax: Your character has received many injuries. I will go tend to her needs
Me: Ummm...Baymax you can heal her later. This is a story. I need her to be hurt. That's kind of the point, buddy.
Baymax: I fail to see how that will make me a better healthcare companion.
Me: NO! Please, heal others just don't fix her up just yet... OK.