The YoungPack Chronicles

Alone Together

My first published work! (or publishING work) 

This story will be based off The Youngblood Chronicles by Fall Out Boy. Kind of a revolutionary  storyline. There will be one OC (sorry, I don't do well writing from another person's perspective) and she will be the main character. Some of these chapters will have lyrics and will follow the song, others will not. Lyrics may be out of order, and songs will definitely be out of order.  

Hopefully you like the story!

P.S. chapters are gunna be pretty long 

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Evangel's POV 

I stumble through the thick underbrush, cursing my own curiosity; who runs toward a forest fire anyway? The smoke thickens and begins choking me and it dawns on me that my own bad ideas could very well kill me at this rate. Pushing forward, a flaming branch cracks off of a tree and nearly lands on me. I eye it nervously but continue forward until I reach a small clearing. The clearing itself looks normal enough; a small pond, the bright sun shining in, until you notice the smoking piles of charcoal littering the once-green grass. Lifting my gaze, I noticed a large lava-pit near the far side of the clearing, and a figure sitting next to it. I raise a hand to shield my eyes from the burning sun and get a better look at the figure across the clearing. 

Suddenly I freeze, my breath stopping in my throat. I feel my muscles tense up and my mouth runs dry. I haven't seen another hybrid in... years. Time slows as I remember being exiled from my kingdom. I was only ten, how could I have known being a quarter ender could ruin my whole life? My mind begins to reel as I begin to wander towards the figure. Praying to Notch that they were friendly. After all, that wolf hybrid I met all those years ago was definitely NOT a pacifist. As I approach I realize that the person is a human/lava/creeper hybrid, something I have never even heard of before. My confusion reaches a head when I realize this person is in an elegant tuxedo. I near the far side of the lava pit and sit on the edge, clearing my throat to get the attention of the hybrid in front of me. 

I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?

His head snaps upward, obviously startled. I notice small lava beads rolling out of the corners of his eyes- tears, for him at least. 

"Hello." I greet, my tone cheery but guarded. He stares at me for a moment, as if he was shocked but also angry I was speaking to him. 

"What? Did they send you to hurt me too?!" He instigates, "Its not my fault I'm a hybrid, Okay!" His voice grows louder as he speaks. I smile a little and chuckle, not responding. 

I close my eyes for a moment and focus, imagining sitting next to him on the other side of the lava pit. Suddenly, I'm there by him. He gasps and reels back, panic filling his creeper-like face. I chuckle again, but louder. 

"No, but I think we come from the same origins. I think I can understand you. Are you a castaway?" I pry, hoping he won't run, or worse- attack me. 

He inches back toward me, "Yes. They threw me out last week, drove me out of town like a stray dog." He confided, his voice cracking again and more lava tears spilling down his cheeks. 

I lean over and place a hand on his shoulder, "They threw me out five years ago, I was ten. Damn king Vikk thinks a little teleportation is gunna break the foundation of his already-corrupted kingdom." I growl, my hatred for the conceded king bubbling toward the surface.