Hey guys! I'm nova and this is my first fanfic, I love Lockwood & co and that is my favorite book. Disclaimer: I don't own any of this characters or this story. I hope you enjoy and remember to review and like it!
Ivy pov:
I ran down the street panting and I only had enough time to look behind me and see Quill Kipps chasing me with a piece of paper in his hand. I had to get away from him, he wanted me to join to the Fittes team. I hated him, I took a quick look behind me. I tripped on a rock and fell on top of someone. I got up and helped the boy to his feet.
"Ivy!" Kipps shouted, "Get over here!" I looked at the boy and gave him a nod. I ran down the street with the boy chasing me. I sprinted towards an alley, and slipped on a pile of sewage, and fell on my left arm. My vision blurred and I slowly closed my eyes. I felt someone breathing on me so I opened my eyes just enough to get a simple picture. He had messy brown hair and a slender face. He had a long jacket on, his hand touched my neck, checking my pulse. I looked down at his waist to see a belt with salt bombs, magnesium flares, and a raiper. I could tell Kipps wasn't far behind when the boy looked back around his shoulder.
I found the easiest way to get away from Kipps was to grab the boy's raiper and make a break for it. I quickly opened my eyes and swiped his raiper away from his belt and ran, ran faster than I ever did. I heard the boy running after me yelling for me to stop. I ran upon a dumpster and grabbed a ladder and swung there for a moment waiting for the boy to come closer, once he did I swung towards the street.
I met Kipps on the street the boy came behind me and stopped waiting to see what would happen. "Ivy, would you please come with me?" Kipps gave me a glare.
"Why would I come with you Kipps?" I said.
"Your mom and dad are dead, you, only know what happened."
"No! I won't tell you anything I'll go to an agency I trust." I could tell Kipps was itching to grab his raiper, "go ahead, face me!" I yelled at him.
"No!" the boy screamed." That's my raiper."
"Fine!" I threw the raiper on the ground, I waved goodbye and left them to contemplate the reason I left. I ran down the street and ran to the park. I sat down and caught my breath. I needed to find a good agency, one I can trust. My 'parents' were actually the owners of the orphanages I stayed at. I looked down at my feet and sighed. I looked up to see the boy. He gave me a stern look. He grabbed my arm and marched me to a tall house which read, "Lockwood & co." I didn't get to read the rest for the boy marched me into the house. He shoved me past the kitchen and into a living room. He pushed me down into a sofa. He still stood up, "Anthony Lockwood, owner of this agency." I smiled and my vision blurred and ringing filled my ears, I covered my ears and shut my eyes. I couldn't tell what was happening for I faded into unconscious.