AN: Welp it's finally here...A rewrite of some of my oldest works. Well I will say there will be some serious changes here and there, but it will follow some of the same beats. Sorry I have been gone for the past...4ish years, I lost access to my old account due to family issues and disagreements. Still facing issues like it, but soon I hope it will get better. Anyways just a heads up, it is no longer a crossover due to me deciding to use some custom dragon species and new lore I thought of as the time went on. Updates might not be the most frequent but they will occur at least weekly if not bi-weekly. Anyways though I've wasted enough time here, I hope you guys enjoy TLOS: A New Arrival Rewrite.
Prologue:
"Speech"
"Native dragon speech such as grunts and growls."
People take a lot of things for granted, whether it be the simple car drive to work or just the beds they sleep in, it melds into a system of comfort and carefree living that humans neither see the snare of or fail to escape the jaws of. Most of the population of the Earth seem enthralled by it's soothing routine, but every so often someone slips through the cracks...someone breaks free from the trap unknowingly and finds themselves fending for their life in the unknowns. One such individual, named Trent Davis, was facing his second year on the streets of Yersko City. Waking up in a pile of boxes near the park, he stretched out his back a bit, arcing up they thin chest and slightly toned abdomen in the air that was concealed by a torn blue shirt and kaki jacket. Standing up, the 23 year old man dusted his jacket off of dirt, kicking up a small dust cloud which only served to fall down to the ground and land on his matching kaki pants, causing a audible groan from the male. "And they say this is the cleanest city in the state since 2034..." Trent said matter-of-factly while grabbing a small kitchen knife from beside his carboard sleeping quarters. Chuffing he continued, "...I'd like them to live with the patrols like I have to, then make their minds up."
Sticking the knife into the faded kaki pocket of his pants, Trent reached down to grab a small sack he used as pillow and throw it across back, holding onto one of the straps over his right shoulder, creasing the jacket a small bit. He then proceeded from the small cubby like alley between two of the larger structures of the overcast night time city and began to walk aimlessly, abandoning his refuge for the sanctity of the orange glow of street lamps and the occasional parked car in the hazy mist the overcast offered. As the singular figure waked along the sidewalk of the city, avoiding any active cars that would drive along the dimly lit road, he began to mumble curses every-so-often, slowly devolving into just aggravated gruffs. Distracted by the mumbling, Trent failed to notice himself beginning to be followed by a pair of headlights, some that slowly turned into a pair of familiar red and blue lights of police vehicles. Stopping dead in his tracks, Trent turned to the approaching Mustang Mach E outfitted for police service and stood still as the silent car rolled up next to him.
"You lost son?" The officer in the car said as the window rolled down while the rail began to start, a few drops in the beginning and turning slowly into a steady downpour. Trent was left speechless, a mixture of confusion and annoyance flashed on his face as he opened his mouth to reply.
"N-no, just heading back home now actually officer..." He said in a somewhat shaky voice, a bit of fear showing as his free hand trembled slightly.
"Well would you like a ride back?" The officer replied. Trepidation began to claw at Trent as he took a step back and shook his head no, clearly confused by this the officer continued. "You don't have to ride in the back Mr...?"
"Youngblood." Trent hurriedly replied. "Andrew Youngblood." Either the officer didn't notice the lie or seemed to play along with it. That was until his eyes lit up in recognition for some reason unknown to Trent.
"Mr. Youngblood...No one should be out this late and besides it's city ordinance." The officer replied pressing a button on the dash, causing the passenger door of the Mach E to to open in a swaying fashion, the older hinges creaking some with the powered motor as fresh rain water collided with grease. Stepping back again, Trent turned down the sidewalk and slowly weighed his options. As he was about to take the officer's offer, he noticed the officer raise their radio to their face and say something quietly. Adrenaline began to flow as his fight or flight response finally kicked in, Trent once again shook his head no before bursting into a full on sprint away from the Mach E, hanging a right on the intersection a few feet ahead. Sirens blared behind him as the door closed and the AWD electric police interceptor gave chase, easily keeping pace with him, but due to the constant street lights, garbage bins, and empty food carts it could not move to cut off the running man as he hopped over a trashcan and made a sudden turn to the left, right in the path of the interceptor. The officer, wanting to avoid any injuries slammed the brakes and watched as Trent hopped up and slid across the Mustang's hood, ripping a new hole in his kaki pants in the process, before he ran over a bench and down an alley.
Annoyed at the dexterity of her quarry, the officer perused the man down the alley with her mustang, gritting her teeth as the bumps and unfinished pavement took its toll on the suspension of the interceptor. Trent meanwhile was running for his life. "I can't...not yet...!" He said in-between pants and breaths as he ran, throwing garbage and trashcans in the path of the vehicle to try slowing it down, groaning in dismay as it punted the small obstacles aside with ease. The rain began to pour heavier and heavier as the chase continued, breaking free of the alley and into the path of a roadblock for Trent. quickly thinking, he pulled out the small kitchen butter knife and threw it backwards at the perusing Mustang, landing it in-between the tire and rim of the car. watching the vehicle hitch a bit on the new issue of a leaking tire, he turned back to the roadblock and charged at it. Officers posted outside their cars watched in surprise as they raised their stun rifles up to the running man.
"Stop your attempted escape and you wont be harmed!" A monotone voice said as Trent continued running. At the last second before the officers fired, Trent veered to his left and hopped onto a dumpster, clamoring for a the safety of a fire escape above the road block. Grunting a bit as his fingers slipped on the ladder, he reached the first platform as some of the officers went to climb after him. Grunting in annoyance, he began to run up the flights of stairs, trying every-so-often to get into a window or door adjacent to the fire escape. Gritting his teeth with every failed attempt he reached the latter of the escape that lead to the roof and hurried up just as an officer finished climbing the stairs behind him. Panting heavily and trying not to slip on the slick roof of the 4 story tall building, Trent ran to edge to try putting as much distance between him and his pursuers. However, when he reached the edge of the roof the nearest building was to far a jump away which caused him to slide to a stop on the edge.
Turning back to his pursuers, he saw two officers with stun rifles drawn and aimed at his chest which was rising and falling once every second as he gasped for air. With hands raised, Trent backed up slightly his leg twitching as it went over the edge slightly. "Hey, hey buddy..." One of the officers said in a pleading voice, "Just come with us back to the station we can talk about it..." To which trent replied.
"And then what!? I get sent off to be re-educated cause I don't conform!" Trent shouted back with a tone of venom in his tone. "Not a chance..." He said with his legs shaking under him. The officer he shouted too dropped his rifle down slightly but the other one tensed a bit which caused Trent to flinch expecting a shot. The action causing him to slightly shift back, though not far, it was enough. Time seemed to slow for Trent as he felt his body weight shift back and hit open air behind him. Both officers, dropped their stun rifles and ran forward in an effort to close the gap, but when they reached the edge Trent was already in free fall one and a half stories bellow the officers. No scream came from Trent as he fell, his face was ghostly white until the end when a sickening crunching noise quickly filled his ears and his vision faded to blackness. Silence befell the scene soon after, only the sound of rain being heard with reds, blues, and oranges mixing to fill the sky, lighting up the day this human lived his last.
Chapter End.