"The Hybrid" -M.C Newman Twokinds fanfiction
Chapter 1
She felt lonely, cold, and starved. Having just ran from the place she had refused to call home, she was now living a life she had never dreamed of. Living on her own. She had been living this way for three weeks. If anything, what kept her going was that she was now free from the endless abuse from her master. Basitin's didn't live as someone else's property, but that hadn't stopped her master from enslaving her.
She walked along a tree ridden path within a deep forest. Terrified by every sound, every snap of a twig made her crouch low into the shadows, waiting to be captured. As that night rolled on, she had decided to set up what she could manage of a shelter and stayed watch over her camp site.
"I...don't know what to do now. I..." She stopped there. What was the use of wasting words. It didn't make her feel any safer.
She thought about sleep and the dangers it would bring if she did. How could she think about sleep, that was one of the worst things she could do when in hiding, considering you couldn't really count what she was doing as hiding. She had to stay awake in order to survive. But unfortunately her subconscious mind would take over soon.
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The night air was crisp and cool. He couldn't imagine anything better. And as dusk swept over he allowed him self to be swallowed up by the peaceful moon lit clearing he was laying in.
"Why don't I come out here more often? " He asked him self.
He breathed deeply. It was silent and dark, with him at all peace with the world. He slowly drifted off to sleep with nothing but contempt in his mind and heart.
He was dreaming. It was dark, dank, and silent. As he shuffled around to get the bearings of his location he noticed something. Something wasn't right about where he was and from what he knew he had been here once before. A long time ago after his mother had died, he had fallen asleep only to awaken drenched in sweat. He had dreamed of his mother, who had died five weeks prior. She had been crying his name but he couldn't see her. He ran after the sound of his mother's weeping but to no prevail. After some time he had given up, he couldn't even hear her now. But just as his dream self had closed his eyes he had seen a faint wisp of light before him. It had grown larger with each passing second until he saw what he thought was an illusion. And then a hand reached out to him, touching his head, and then slowly flowing down to his neck. It touched him softly, caressing his shoulder and brushing its fingers against his cheek. It made a grab at his throat but as he struggled for freedom the hand only grew tighter. A face formed on the specter. He gasped.
"Mother...why?"
He woke up, it had been the same. The sweat, the dream, everything, except just before he awoke he had heard the thing that looked like his mother let out a blood curdling scream. He realized that he could still hear the screaming but it wasn't in his head. It was coming from the woods. In normal circumstances he would have ran away from the screaming but something told him not to. In an instant he was off, running faster then ever towards the screaming until he came to a camp site.
There a little ways from the site he saw a young female Basitin being dragged away. He moved toward the screaming Basitin and her attacker. The attacker was quick though and had apparently seen him because he was suddenly thrown backwards into a tree by the man's arm. He sized the man up, judging him to be about six feet and two hundred and fifty pounds. That would make the man about a hundred and thirty pounds heavier then him.
Damn, he thought. This won't be easy.
He knew he had an advantage as far as flexibility but speed was out of the question. This man was surprisingly fast for his size, not to mention he was a lot stronger. He thought for a second.
Maybe I can disrupt his center of gravity.
Going low, he ran, slamming into the man's mid section. He was right, it worked, unfortunately only half way. The man staggered but didn't fall, instead the man used the downward momentum to twist and trip him. The man was now on top of him sending punch after punch to the boy's face. The man was clearly enjoying it.
The Basitin girl was lying face down in the dirt, having been cast aside like a rag doll. The man who had attacked her was her x-master. She stood up, weighing her options. She could either run or she could help. She ran. She knew she should have helped but just before she moved towards her old master she looked at the boy who had tried to save her and saw a look in his eyes that told her to leave. He wanted her to run. And so she ran, not knowing why he had given her that look. But it had been for a reason she soon found out. She heard a scream of agony come from behind her that had then been cut short. It was brutal and gut wrenching. She knew one of them had to be dead, but which one was unknown to her.
"Stop!"
She stopped and turned knowing it wasn't her master. It hadn't sounded like him. She saw the boy limping towards her, his leg broken. He was bleeding profusely form his face and leg and yet it seemed that he didn't notice.
"Wait." He said before dropping to the ground.
She immediately ran over to him, inspecting his wounds, which were far from ok.
"Tell me your name?" He said, wincing from the pain.
"Kaiya. Now please don't talk, your hurt. You need medical attention."
There was a pause and then he spoke again.
"Buck..." He smiled before unconsciousness swept over him. Picking him up gently, while also struggling under his weight, she carried him. As she searched for some place to treat him, he occasionally let out a soft moan.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." She said dropping to her knees. She didn't know what to do. She had no healing herbs or remedies, no shelter to even keep him in, for her camp site had been destroyed.
She knew he would die after losing too much blood and he was most likely hovering near the edge. At this point she had given up and had remained kneeling with his unconscious body in her arms when she heard a voice in the distance. She stopped breathing and listened. She heard it again but this time it was clear. Someone was calling out the boy's name. She stood up, again with much difficulty and tried as best she could to carry him towards the voice. She could tell it was his father for the voice was deep and sounded very concerned.
"Over here...help..he's hurt." She finally collapsed from the unbearable weight of the boy and strain on her body. The last thing she saw before falling unconscious her self was Buck's father kneeling over her and his son. He was asking if his son was alright but she couldn't answer after finally giving in to the dark space of her mind.
